A/N this is something requested after I did Power of Touch. I love Mortimer as a character so those who like to see some Toad action, this will have lots of that. I have been planning this one for a while, but I just want to tease you all. I know - throwing in a curve ball - but hey I always do.

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Victor growled, the crap someone had playing on the jukebox made his ears want to bleed. He was on his third bottle of whiskey and wondering why he even bothered anymore. He glared at his companion, who was scanning the room hungrily.

"None of these bitches are gonna give us the time of day." Victor growled.

"Wait til the DJ starts, this place is wild." Mortimer said.

Victor just shook his head. Why he let the Toad drag him to these places was a mystery, although there had been some epic fucks a time or two, usually some bitch that turned him down, and he caught up with later to take what he wanted anyway.

He downed another glass and a waitress that, in the pre show light looked almost old enough to be his mother dropped another glass and bottle on the table.

"Wait til the good bartender gets here, she makes a killer drink that will knock even you on your ass." Mort said, grinning, his green lips stretched across his green teeth. "She's hot too, never gives me the time of day, but I'd give up Wanda ta fuck her."

That made Victor take notice. Mort had been in love with Wanda for years, if he'd give up on that pipe dream for this bartender, maybe Victor should make that happen.

The place really was getting crowded, making it hard even for Victor to separate the individual scents.

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She pulled on the very short skirt of her very short dress. She couldn't believe her friends talked her into buying it, much less actually wearing it tonight, yes she was retiring at the end of next week, but she never liked clubs. If Sheila could mix drinks like she said she could, it might be worth it. In her ninety three years she'd never been actually drunk.

"Quit pulling on it, you look great." Sheila said. "Kat, I promise, you'll have a great time as long as you follow the rules."

"Yeah, no gun, no badge, no mental rolodex of the FBI most wanted list." That was the other thing bugging her. The new head of Justice didn't like mutants and had pushed her to the point of quitting and giving up her star after thirty five years as the most successful Marshal in the department. "As of next Friday, you are not a cop any more, time to remember how the other half lives."

Sheila was an amphibian, only a class two, more salamander than other amphibian, with the bright reds and oranges in her skin. They'd been roommates and friends since Kat moved to DC, Sheila had been dating one of the Marshals in the DC office until Justice came down and said intimate relationships with mutants was grounds for investigation for moral compromise. Kat, as usual, flaunted the rules, of course if they found out about the rest of her family, living with Sheila was just the tip of the ice-burg

"So do you think this guy will be there?" Kat asked, while they waited for the rest of the group. Sheila insisted that they go in a group, and Kat wasn't arguing, the more people around that she knew the more comfortable she'd be.

"Oh yeah, he'll be there, he's been there every week for six months. He's cute in a green tree frog kinda way." The big draw for this club was the high number of mutants who not only attended events, but worked there as well. Sheila had been talking about this guy at the club for months. One of these days Kat was going to break down and introduce Sheila to her brother, especially if she liked green tree frogs.

"You know if he's wanted for..." Kat started.

"No, tonight you turn it off, I don't want to know if he's wanted, I've already decided he's getting lucky tonight." Sheila said.

Kat just shook her head and tried to decide if she really could do it. She was one of maybe two or three class five ferals in the world, and had spent her whole life, since she was sixteen, trying to do the right thing. Could she just turn it off? Give up trying to save people from the bad guys?

She didn't even know a male in her class range, oh there were rumors, people like Sabretooth and Wolverine, but she still wasn't convinced either of them were real, yeah she'd seen the news stories, but somehow, they'd never crossed into her realm of reality. Sabertooth especially was an urban myth in her mind. After all her years of guarding witnesses and dealing with hit men and bounty hunters, if he existed, she would have crossed paths with him at some point, if he were real. She looked at herself in the mirror one last time. Her dark chestnut hair flowed in curls across her shoulders and down her back, the short silver rouched dress clung to her body like a second skin, leaving very few details to the imagination. For some reason, tonight, she hoped that urban myths lived. After ninety three years of being the good sister, it was time to let loose.

The door opened and Amy and Teresa came in, dressed to the nines and ready to have a good time. Kat was dragged along, and soon put her reservations behind her.

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He watched the door closely. Victor's growling was almost constant, but at least he was tapping his claws on the table in time with the current Zombie song the DJ had playing. He was waiting for the bartender. She worked every Saturday night, and he couldn't stop thinking about her during the week. He was dreaming about her, and he hadn't had this many wet dreams since he was a teenager.

He saw a group of women come in and bit his tongue to keep from licking his eyebrows as he saw the flash of her reddish orange skin. She didn't go behind the bar though, she wasn't in her bartender uniform, and the dress she had on made him drool. The group of women sat at a table across the dance floor from where he and Victor sat. He wasn't really sure he liked that. It was bad enough watching guys hit on her when she was working, but he wasn't sure he'd handle watching her dance with some guy looking to walk on the mutant side.

"Can we leave yet?" Victor growled.

"No, she just got here and isn't working." Mort said.

"You promised me a killer drink."

"Just wait, she may be working a later shift." He hoped so, he didn't want to cause any trouble here, but if he saw anyone grab her they were going to get a flick of his tongue.

He saw her get up, and nearly dropped his jaw. Her dress barely covered anything, and he could feel his pants getting tighter as she walked toward the bar. He watched as she slipped behind, gathered a bunch of bottles and went into the back room. She came back out a few minutes later carrying two huge pitchers and set them behind the bar.

She grabbed four tall glasses and filled them.

"Damn, look at that..." Victor hissed, grabbing Mort's arm, Mort glanced where Victor was pointing and saw the back of a silver dress. The woman had a nice ass, and that would certainly draw Vic's attention.

"In a minute." Mort said.

His beauty put the four glasses on a tray and walked around the bar. She held up one finger at her group and turned and walked toward the table where Mort was sitting. His mouth dried up as he watched her walk slowly, waiting to see where she was going to stop.

"Mort, I think that's a feline feral." Victor said, grabbing his arm and pointing at silver dress again. Mortimer shrugged his hand off his arm.

"That's nice, Vic, buy her a drink." Mort said, as she didn't stop, but kept walking toward him. Shit, she had to be coming to their table.

"Hey, cutie," she said, dropping two drinks on the table. "See if that will get your nerve up to ask me to dance." She turned gracefully and he watched her hips swaying as she walked across the room to her own table. He couldn't take his eyes off her and he downed half the potent drink she'd put in front of him.

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Victor's growl turned into a purr as he quickly downed half the drink in front of him. Somehow it bypassed his healing factor and went straight to his head. The rest of the drink pushed him past a buzz to actually feeling pretty damned good. He'd barely noticed the woman who'd given them the drinks, he'd been too busy watching the silver dress. Great ass, great tits, and those could not be manicured nails, too sharp by far. Her face had a slightly feline cast, and he watched as she smiled and saw the flash of fangs. She was dragged onto the floor by her friends and as a group they started dancing to the pounding music. Pounding was right, and all of his blood was pounding in rhythm. Her body moved like a cat with extensive martial arts training, and he nearly jumped out of his chair as she bent over, and he caught a glimpse of a matching silver thong. His pants were far past uncomfortably tight. He decided that while it was a turn on to watch her grind on the floor with her girlfriends, he wanted her grinding against him.

"I'm gonna go dance." He told Mort.

"Sure, me too." They both made a beeline for the group in the middle of the floor.

She didn't see him, but he smelled the moment she became aware of him, and he felt even more blood leave his brain. She was aroused by his scent, he'd never really fucked his own kind before, so tonight would be an interesting experience. He could imagine those claws ripping into his back as he pounded into her in time to the music.

He felt her mold her body against his, and his hands gripped her hips as another Zombie song blared from the speakers. He whispered, knowing she'd hear even with the music.

"Keep that up, Darlin, you're givin' me a real good time."

She turned, and lazily put an arm on his shoulder, grinding her hips and chest against his.

"I can't say I've ever had that effect on a man before. I like it." She rolled her hips against him and it took every bit of his control to keep from climaxing right then.

"Then you're definitely around the wrong men." he said leaning in to scent her hair.

He wasn't sure exactly how they ended up in the center of the floor with only one other couple near them. He gripped her waist with one hand as she bowed back her hair brushing the floor as his claws scraped gently down the front of her dress with the other. Her hips were pressed against his as she swung in time to the music then pulled herself back up, and he rocked them both almost to their knees, hips still pressed tight together, the only thing stopping him from being hilt deep inside her was her dress and his jeans.

He usually didn't dance, but somehow, the way her body moved with his was more like sex than dancing, and he was damned good at sex.

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Sheila glanced at Kat and the guy she was dancing with, dancing hell, that was as close to fucking as you could get in pubic. Sheila had never seen Kat this loose. That guy sure brought out an animal that only the people Kat had killed had ever seen. Amy brought a round of drinks to the floor and Kat drained half, before the guy, Sheila's frog's friend, grabbed the glass and finished it off.

"Kat, slow down, those are strong."

"I know." The grin on Kat's face was completely feline. For the first time, Sheila started to get a bad feeling about this idea. She felt her dance partner's attention shift from her to the other couple. He stiffened and stopped moving.

"KAT?" Her partner shouted, and grabbed Kat's wrist, trying to pull her away from her dance partner.

"Oh shit, this is a huge, bad, huge bad idea." He said. "Vic, get your perverted stinking hands off ma sister."

"Mort!" Kat looked at him, yanking her wrist away. "Fuck you, I'm ninety-three I can dance with whom I want." Sheila watched Kat grab the other guy's ass. Sheila's dance partner was right, bad idea. Especially when she really looked at the guy and realized who he was.

"What fucking sister?" The guy named Vic said.

"The one ma da and mum raised after she ran away from home." Mort said. Sheila grabbed his hand and put it back on her hip.

"Can we talk about this after the song's over cutie, I really just wanna dance."

"Sheila, get your hands off my baby brother." Kat said.

"Yeah I got that, Kat." Sheila said.

"MORTIMER TOYNBEE get your hands off my roommate." Kat shouted.

"I think we all need to take this off the dance floor." Victor said. He guided Kat back to the table where the guys drinks were.

Sheila groaned. First Kat and Sabretooth, now the guy she'd been hot for, for months, was Toad, and her best friend's brother. How could this get any worse.

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Kat sat in a chair next to Victor. Once she sat down, and the shock of seeing Mort and Sheila dancing like that wore off, she looked at the man who'd woven the spell over her on the dance floor. He was tall, dark close cropped hair, dark grey eyes, thick old fashioned sideburns, neatly trimmed. His body fit against hers perfectly on the dance floor, but now was in a pose of languid disinterest, a pose that she knew was a complete. lie.

She honestly thought he was an urban myth, seeing him in front of her, having his scent in her nose, and having felt his body against hers on the dance floor she, suddenly, looked forward to her retirement. Urban legends were worth exploring.

Mort sat down in a chair and Sheila, after glaring at Kat, sat in his lap. Kat glared at both of them, but a hand on her bare thigh calmed her down. She really needed to get to the bottom of how he could affect her like this.

"Sis, quit glaring." Mort said finally.

"When you get your hand out from underneath Sheila's skirt." She snapped back.

"I'm not tellin Vic ta get his hand off you." Mort snapped back.

"So you two are related?" The growl in his voice set butterflies off in her stomach, so did the sharp claw tips tracing lazy circles on her thigh.

"By adoption." Kat said, relaxing as another round of drinks were set on the table. "I ran away at thirteen, Mort's mom was an old friend of my mother's so I went there."

"Isn't that kinda counter intuitive? Runnin someplace they know ya?" The laughter in his voice sent a delicious chill down her spine.

"Yes and no, my mom met my dad in World War One, he was an American GI, she was French, from a border town, and was pregnant with me before she met him, he didn't know about her British pen pal." She watched his face drain of color so she added. "My real father was a German soldier who raped my mom near the end of the war."

His hand relaxed on her thigh, she'd almost been able to read his thought - that she could be his daughter.

"So Mort's folks adopted you?"

"Yes, legally. My mom died giving birth to her ninth child and my Dad was just glad to get rid of me."

"So you're Mort's big sister?" This time the chuckle was back.

"Yep, his parents took in a lot of mutant kids between the wars, and a lot of us helped with the war efforts in Two."

"Well, now that we have that settled, let's leave the Newt and the Toad to their...pond spawning tadpoles, and...dance." She glanced over at the other couple. She wondered just how far down Sheila's throat his tongue could go, then stopped, she really didn't want to know that much about either of their sex lives.

And speaking of sex lives, she took the hand offered and let him lead her to the door. Sheila could just go to the silo with Mort tonight. Kat had something she was dying to share with the Tom Cat with the Cheshire Cat grin.