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 Six: Rubber ducky, you're so fun!

Angelica clenches her hands into fists, glaring up at her superior doctor. "No," she insists, "No, you can't expect me to-!" He cuts her off with a wave of his hand, "Angelica, you're the one who insisted on keeping him alive. You're the one who insisted on working with him. If anyone can do this, you can." She shakes her head again, "No. Not after he…"

"After he what?"

Angelica frowns, too embarrassed to even admit what had happened the day before. Dr. Katz shrugs slightly, "There's no need to worry, Angelica. He'll be sudbdued. You're at no risk for harm." Eventually, she suppresses a groan, throwing the door open before herself, "Fine then!" Dr. Katz looks after her with an almost wistful expression, sighing slightly.

He was shot again! And now he was chained to the floor of a glaring white room. Suspicious smells lace around him and a drain gurgles between his knees. They've even gone so far as to take all of his coverings. The greatest alarm he has though, is that the room is damp and the smell of water is overwhelming. He growls lowly around the muzzle that's been shoved between his teeth again, his fists clenching and unclenching but his arms chained too far apart to allow him much movement. Anger is riding him hotly and he…he is going to tear out their hearts…eat their eyeballs like meatballs! He snarls, rolling his shoulders as he awaits whatever's bound to happen to him this time.

Angelica storms in, shooting a glare back at the door as soon as Dr. Katz closes it behind her. Her arms are loaded with soap and towels and a set of fresh scrubs and she lets out a loud, irritated sigh, unable to look directly at the nude Hunter kneeling on the ground. His head whips around when she murmurs softly, "Let's just get this over with." His eye has been unbandaged and there's a series of angrly slices down his face. The eyeball itself is clouded over and staples keep together the worst of the slices, trailing from his forehead to the side of his jaw. He sniffs some, his growls dying down. If…if its her, it can't be too bad,right?

Angelica lets out another slow sigh then pauses, surprised now that she's able to see the actual damage to the Hunter's face. She shakes her head with finality, "You are not going to like this." He stiffens at her tone before she reaches over head and turns on the water. He flinches back, his gaze fixing on the water and then darting up to her. Sure she wouldn't…? Angelica frowns with sympathy. She already knows that the Infected tended to grow highly distraught around water. "It'll be alright," she tries to assure, "You're not going in it." She shuts the water off and drags a bucket towards him before gathering up a sponge and washcloth with some soap. She kneels next to him, careful to keep her gaze away from…certain areas. "Alright, are we ready?" She puts on a fake chipper tone as she smiles at him.

He only whines plaintively at her, his eye concentrated on the bucket of terror she has so close to him. He tries to pull away but the manacles around his wrists keep him in place. He gnashes his teeth around the bit muzzle, leaning far to the side and letting out a louder distressed sound. She lets out a slow sigh, "As ready as you'll ever be, I suppose." She dips the sponge into the bucket and wrings it out and then soaps it up. She starts to scrub at his limbs, starting with one of his arms. He tenses at first, snapping his teeth around the bit before he pauses. Ok, so, not so bad. She's actually touching him, of her own free will.

He could…He could grow to like that. He lets out a soft sound, still not entirely sure about the strange sensation of the sponge against his skin. He tenses and relaxes, letting the cycle repeat as she moves the sponge up his shoulder. Angelica finds herself smirking slightly, dipping the sponge back in to work over his back, "See? Not so bad, is it?" He gives an unsure whine, wriggling as much as can as he follows her hands with his gaze, as best he can. The water is warm and not terribly unpleasant, honestly. But he still doesn't like it. Not even if it means the female touches him of her own volition.

"I'm trying to make this quick," she murmurs as she finds her eyes sliding down and she quickly stops them, eyeing his navel. Gods, but these creatures are built for power. After she finishes his other arm, she moves to his chest, hesitating a long moment before swirling the sponge there. He gives her a soft slow purr, shifting so his chest is puffed out more. She chuckles in response, keeping her gaze firmly on his chest while she works, "There we go…" His eyes close with pleasure and his purr deepens. He watches her through half-closed lids before he leans forward, attempting to nuzzle her. Angelica's lips part slightly and she uses this opportunity to wash up his neck, rather flustered, "Umm…"

His purr is a constant now, vibrating through her and he tilts his head back. It's a great show of trust, for him to bare his neck like that but with his eyes closed and his face relaxed like that he's…he's actually kind of handsome. Angelica slows down, studying his face, her heart racing as she studies his full upper lip and the strong shape of his jaw. She shakes herself, realizing she has to move to lower regions soon. To this end, she takes about as long as she can on his torso. He rumbles deeply, looking at her curiously with his blind eye. Some odd new sense is starting to form and he can almost "see" her with it. There's no color to it though and its fuzzy at best.

He's determined now, to keep his other eye so he can actually see her when she comes around him.

Angelica sighs deeply and dips the sponge again, squeezing her eyes shut and moving-Oh god. She's sure that her face is burning up. He jerks in surprise, glancing down and grunting. Of course, his body reacts and he relaxes slightly, giving another chest-deep purr. He lets out a soft coo, glancing at her and his face greyer than normal. Angelica keeps her eyes tightly shut in embarrassment, jumping when she feels his cheek bump against her's. "N-no…that's not what we're doing," she says, using the sponge mostly on him. Her fingers bump and slide along his muscular thigh though and she finds her breath catching, "You…are enjoying this…way too much."

And its true. He's hard as a rock as her soft squishy thing moves against him before she moves down his legs. He gives a small disappointed sound and leaning towards her. He sniffs along the back of her neck, picking up the subtle pheromones and rumbling deeply at her. She only sighs, her face and ears burning as she shakes her head, "Almost done." She gets to his feet and he jerks in surprise, trying to pull them away from her. She smirks faintly, "What? Don't tell me you're ticklish." She moves to the other foot, squeezing the sponge a little. He lets out a yelp, trying to pull his feet away from her and scowling at her.

She chuckles at him, shaking her head, "Alright, alright. I'm done with your feet, ok?" She dips the sponge and then wrings it out over his head, soaking his hair. He really doesn't like that and he tosses his head up with a howl, shaking his hair in an attempt to get the water out. He jerks his head, growling and disliking this greatly. "Hey!" she shouts, scowling at him and he returns a glare at her. "Oh quit that!" She looks down at the bucket of water, sighing and dumping it out. She runs warm fresh water into it and wrings a little more of that over his head, retrieving a hotel sample bottle of shampoo. She squeezes it into her hands and then works her fingers through his hair, lathering it up, "Now hold still or this is getting in your good eye." He pants heavily and lets out a wail around the muzzle, trying to rock away from her hands. Why is she-why is she torturing him now?!

"Oh shh!" She tries to hush him, leaning in slightly and accidentally placing a hand on his thigh. He tries to flail, ultimately failing very badly. A howl rings through him when something stings his remaining eye and he jerks his head, his cries reborn with a new fever. "Oh hell," She tries to rinse the suds out of the Hunter's hair and dips the sponge again, dabbing at his eye, "I told you this would happen!"

He howls and whines in pain, tossing his head and then leaning his face down, rubbing it across his thighs and severely stretching his arms in his attempts to ease the stinging in his eye. She picks up the washcloth, dabbing at his face and washing the suds away, "Shh shh shh…" He subsides into soft whines and lifts his face for her, pressing into her soft thing and sniffling like a child. She sighs and croons at him softly, washing the rest of the soap away, "Its alright. I know it stings. Is that better now?" He blinks at her before leaning into her shoulder, giving a plaintive whine. Angelica pats his back, "Alright, we're done." She flushes very suddenly, realizing she essentially has a NAKED MAN leaning over her.

He turns his head to press his aching eye against her neck and he sighs through the muzzle. Its not so bad now. His head feels lighter and his hair is sticking to him but its not so bad anymore. She gulps and nods softly, "Now hold still. I'm going to try and get you dried off and dressed." She picks up a towel and starts to dry his hair. He leans into it, sighing at the almost pleasurable sensation. He only wishes she'd undo his hands. As she dries down his chest and stomach, her gaze unavoidably travels down, "O-oh. OH." He is…He is still at half-mast and leaning into her. Her face flushes as she grows hot under the collar and she lifts her face back to his chest. He grunts when her movements turn quick and he notes the odd shade of her face.

"N-now where the hell did I put your clothes?"

When she steps away, he watches her silently before letting out a soft croon, trying to call her back. "Hang on, hang on," She murmurs softly before walking back. She'll be glad to finally have him dressed. She then looks down at the chains around him and frowns, "How the hell am I supposed to…?" He's in a crouched position, watching her with a tilted head. She pinches the bridge of her nose, wincing when it gives her a little bolt of pain. "Alright then, just wait for the guards to come back Angelica," she murmurs softly, kneeling down next to him again. She fixes her gaze steadily on the door, frowning slightly, "Don't look away, don't look away."

Why were they taking so long? Did they have a grudge against her for keeping him alive after he attacked the other Guard? Unbidden, thoughts of the Hunter spring to mind and she flushes again, turning when he lets out a loud whine. "Oh dear lord," she mutters as she turns away again, covering her mouth. Eventually his whines escalate into a loud howl. She finally turns back to him, kneeling next to him, "Fine, fine! What's the matter with you?" He whines softer, leaning towards her and sniffing with a plaintive sound. She sighs, rubbing his shoulder to the back of his neck, "Now why are you being such a big baby?"

He sighs and leans his cheek against her hand, brushing his jaw over her knuckles and his sounds settling. Angelica thinks for a moment and then picks up her white coat, covering him with it. "There. I think we're both a little more comfortable this way. Until we can get your clothes back on." He sniffs and gives a rumbling purr as he presses into her as best he can. She leans away, a bit awkward as she flushes and sincerely hopes that her coat remains covering him up. "Easy now," she murmurs softly to him.

After a long moment, the door finally cracks open and a voice is heard, "Doctor, you done in there?" "Yes," she calls out with relief, "He's as clean as he'll ever be." A guard steps in, takes a look at the two and lets out a chortle, "Aw, you covered up his Leaper junk. How sweet." Angelica casts him a cool glare, the words 'shut up' written all over her face. The guard shrugs, "Aright, fine. Let's just get him doped up and moved out."

The Hunter is immediate in his response, snarling and growling around the bit muzzle and he tries to move, using his shoulder to push her to his side. The Guard immediately reaches towards his gun but Angelica shakes her head. "Don't. He's just being stubborn," Her expression is almost a smirk as she stares at him, "Besides, he can't harm me." He shifts uncomfortably but then nods, moving forward a bit. The snarling increases and the Hunter strains at his binds, baring his teeth and glaring hatefully. Angelica tries to soothe him but he keeps a murderous eye on the guard. "Whoa, he does not look happy," The guard almost takes a step back but Angelica just frowns, "Just tag him." The guard nods, pulling a tranquilizer from his belt, "Right…" He takes careful aim, considering the Doctor's proximity and fires a dart. The Hunter growls sharply at the sting and his gaze gets hazy as he shifts some. His growl is a constant sound buzzsaw while he tries to push the female back some.

His shoulders droop though and he eventually drops, though he manages to keep a hateful gaze fixed on the Guard. The man finally ventures forwards, pulling out a key and working the manacles off of him. "He give you any trouble, Angelica?" She shakes her head, "Not much, I suppose." The Guard chuckles and pats her arm, earning him another fierce growl from the Hunter. "That's the spirit Doctor," he manages, shaking his head slightly.

How dare that male touch HIS female! He pauses, blinking at himself but the snarl stays up as he tries to shift. Nothing works and Angelica sighs, patting the Hunter on the shoulder again. The Guard calls out the door, "Alright guys, I think we're good." On cue, another Guard enters the room and helps him to shoulder the Hunter. Angelica's coat slides to the floor and she quickly looks away, after catching a glimpse of muscular buttocks. As they dress him, he snarls and growls.

He hates the bitesticks. He hates that the Strange Ones are getting better at subduing him. He hates everything! He snaps his teeth around the bit as he finds his gaze coming to rest on the female again. His growls quiet to a rumble as he eyes her.

Well…maybe not everything.

A/N: WHOO! I am on a roll today! Now folks, keep in mind that this is originally an RP between myself and TVirusRose. Most of the Guards, Dr. Katz, and Angelica Pavlov are all under her control.

Scott, the Hunter, is mine. Or Angelica's, depending on how you wanna look at it. XD

BUT YES-IMPENDING SEXINESS

Not that there wasn't plenty here with the powerful and demanding Scott naked in the shower. AHAHAHAHA-you know you thought about his fine ass all through this chapter.

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