A/N: The following is part of a fusion 'verse I have (the other fandom being Supernatural), but all you need to know for this is that Clint and Natasha are hunters of things that go bump in the night.

Given it's been a while since I've written anything close to smut (which this is not), so apologies if it's a bit Ikea porn-ish. Also apologies for all the gratuitous religious references.

WARNING: sexual content, references to violence and abuse

revelation: find your own verse and chapter

It'd been an easy job: dead teenager crawling out of its (her) grave to drink the blood of its (her) family, so they'd put an ash arrow through its (her) mouth (that was Clint) and decapitated the body (that was her) before adding holy water and then burning the remains.

Easy.

Natasha hated those jobs: too many dead girls in her head. Too many dead girls that Natasha would like nothing more than to let extract whatever revenge they wanted on the people that hurt them. But she had red on her ledger and black on her soul; she had debts to repay if she stood any chance of not ending up in hell, so the living trumped the dead. She was okay with that.

Mostly.

(Before they left town, Natasha made an anonymous tip to social services, and reported the family she'd just saved for the sake of the dead girl's younger brothers. It made her feel a bit better.)

A day later, they were in another town and another cheap hotel, and she still felt itchy under her skin with bites she couldn't scratch. Clint was doing that thing where he'd watch her when he thought she wasn't watching, and it was both irritating and endearing. Endearing meant her mood was improving. She could acknowledge that.

And, hell, if the man kept hovering and wanting to help, he could damn well help.

“Clint,” she said, and they've been together enough years (god, how many now?) that he knew her. He could hear the request in the timbre of her voice, could read the details of what she wanted in the way she tilted her head and leaned back against the hotel room's desk.

Clint smiled and got that look on his face that always made her feel warm and safe, an unflinching, god, you're an amazing thing that was adoration grounded in reality. Then he was up in her personal space just like she wanted, pushing her back against the desk with his hands in her hair, kissing her as if it were the only thing to save her. The edge of the desk dug into her ass, but she ignored it, wrapping a leg around his hips instead, pulling him closer and closer still.

“'Tasha,” Clint said, her muttered name was a prayer, just as his had been. He dropped his head down to kiss her jaw, her neck, the three-barred silver cross that hung under the dip of her collar-bone.

“You're useful to have around, Barton,” she replied, voice breathless from lust and a sudden bubbling laughter. The laughter turned into a moan as he palmed her breast, sucked at the join of neck and shoulder. Natasha started to wonder how thin the walls of their hotel were, and then Clint slid down onto his knees, which would have been distracting all of its own even without the wicked glint in his eyes. Her foot swung back down onto the ground in time for him to run his hands down her sides, because, yeah, she'd need the balance very soon.

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Clint undid the lower buttons of her shirt, pushed up her singlet with his far too capable hands, and kissed the naked skin of her stomach. Naked, but not exactly bare;she had scars from a particularly cranky ghost running from ribs to naval, and a pentagram in a star-burst was tattooed just under as a permanent protection against possession.

“Useful, am I,” Clint muttered, and kissed scar and tattoo and plain skin all with the same thoroughness.

“Very. Only reason I keep you arou-ah,” and her words were swallowed up in another moan as he brushed his knuckles against her groin.

“Whatever you say, baby doll,” he said, voice coloured with both amusement and smugness. He undid the button of her jeans, pulled down the zip, and she rocked forwards just enough that he could ease her jeans and panties down over her hips. Natasha settled back, and the only thing protecting her ass from the desk now was her thin shirt. But Clint tilted his head up to look at her, and she really couldn't care less about the desk except to hope that it was sturdy. For all the devilment in his smile, he still had that slightly honoured, hey, you, you amazing woman look. It wasn't a look that took any of this for granted, and she smiled back, ran her fingers through his hair and tugged his head closer. Natasha as watched he kissed her naval and slowly made his way down her abdomen, down lower and lower until she wasn't watching any more, she couldn't.

Instead, she shut her eyes and tilted her head back, moaning loud enough for heaven to hear as Clint worshipped her with his mouth.

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Awesome! I love the idea of Clint and Natasha as bad-ass hunters. I take it by your reference to your AUverse that there's more fic in the offing?

:D! Thank you!

And yes, yes there is more fic in the offing. Just, you know, slowly! *looks at her WiPs and laughs hollowly*

But Nat and Clint do indeed make badass hunters, they work very well together :D

This was hot and sweet and lovely. I enjoyed how well they read each other, how they don't need a lot of words, how the religious and otherwordly references get all tangled in. There's a reliance between them that isn't dependence but rather something else altogether, something deeper and better. Lovely. :)

*flails* yay you liked! I was worried, but :D!

There's a reliance between them that isn't dependence but rather something else altogether, something deeper and better

Yessss, this was what I was trying to show their relationship as being, so I'm so happy it came through.

Thank you!

Clint going down on Nat=pretty much the hottest thing ever.

I love demon hunter!AUs. This was fantastic!

*GLEES* Thank you so much, I'm really happy it turned out hot instead of Ikdea Porn \o/

And Clint and Nat as hunters is, I think, one of my favourite AUs.

Clint, Natasha and Supernatural. I think that might just be my new OT3. I've never had one of those before - clearly this is the time to start. 'Cause YEAH! And the thought of more!!! YEEEEEEESSSSS!!!!!