Hello everyone!
This is my first Sabertooth fanfic and I hope everyone enjoys reading it! If not..then oh well.
A few things first:
1) I'm doing this story to develop Victor to when he becomes Sabes so don't be surprised if in the beginning he is acting more like a domestic cute animal shelter kitty, instead of the badass muthertrucker we all know and love.
2) There will be very suggestive themes throughout this story such as and not limited to: incest, homoerotica, huge age difference love (it's not really pedophilia), rape, sexual situations, violence, blood and gore, and complete f-ed up ness. ( I can't think of anything else at the moment since this story is not yet finished :) ) DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THE ABOVE MAKES YOU GO CRAZY-GO-NUTS...in a bad way.
3) There will be many OC's
Alright I'll leave you to read an review the content below. It is un-betaed so don't be afraid to point out anything that is grammatically incorrect :D
Summary:
Traveling through the centuries, this mutant has been possessed and controlled by any that wish to obtain a piece of her unlimited capabilities; yet, she uses death to slip through their fingers every time. Now, tired of being controlled this mutant seeks a master that will treat her as an equal, allowing her to reach her full potential. Through lifetimes of trail and error she finds him. SabertoothxOC
Immortality's Lure
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Ditto
An Omega class mutant born once every century and lives a maximum average of eighteen years because of its mutation. The ability to copy another mutant or humans abilities the first time they display their talents. The Ditto's mutation comes from its very life force and the acquirement of other abilities is often uncontrollable. Most cling to one person when they are in their final years of life. This could be seen as an attempt at love or to be able to actually control their fatal mutation.
WARNING
Never bring another Omega class mutant in the vicinity of a Ditto. Never look into the eyes of a Ditto. Keep mutant happy/content at all times, extended periods of unhappiness or high stress levels can attribute to a decrease in the life expectancy of the mutant. This also can attribute to possible sudden death of the mutant. Tends to cling to completely honest individuals.
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Chapter 1: Timid Beginnings
1859- On the Streets of Philadelphia
"Jimmy," A large man looked down at the smaller man lounging across the bed. The smaller man looked up from behind the newspaper he was reading to glare at his sibling.
"If you are going hunting don't wear any of my good shirts." The larger man rolled his eyes and stepped forward, snatching the paper from his brother. "Look Vic, I'm not in the mood for your shit. Just leave-" The smaller man lost his voice as he heard the sounds outside. The sound of a mob forming.
The larger sat in a chair beside the window, with a complete disregard for his attire. If a woman gazed in the direction of their room, she would clearly see a well sculpted board chest, paired with equally muscular shoulders and that would be more than enough to make a maiden blush. Not only was his body more impressive than most of the males in the area he was fairly handsome in a rugged way. Then again when he was around women in suitable public attire, they gawked at him anyway, and it wasn't because of his looks.
Unlike his brother who was able to hide his true self, Victor, on the other hand, was unable to do such a thing. Rarely did he venture out into the street, because of his difference. People stared at his mouth when he talked and smiled, they gasped in fear at the sheer massiveness of his frame, and they scrambled away the moment his claws were proven to not be really long nails. Yet, he was not saddened by the fact that he could never go out without people screaming and tormenting him; even as a child he was kept inside of the house because of his appearance.
Leaning back on his chair placing his clawed feet on the window sill he looked with mild interest as the small mob gathered around…one girl?
"Victor, what's going on?" The man shrugged and concentrated on the figure at the focus of it all.
It was a small frail looking slave girl in the middle of the crowd and she was cowering. Her short arms wrapped around her small frame protectively, as the group of mostly men closed in on her. Victor heard his brother growl in frustration behind him and the rustle of clothing; he chuckled, eyes never leaving the scene in front of him.
"Are you going to save the girl? Then I guess you are gonna sleep with her too?" He smirked as his brother rushed out of the small apartment, steps echoing as he descended down the stairs. Victor yawned and stretched out his long arms as he watched his brother bulldoze his way through the crowd. And there he was, James to the rescue of any damsel in distress; of course his brother never knew that some of his after dark escapades included a little "fun" with the women in town, mainly those who were foolish enough to be out at that time of night. Just thinking about it gave him an appetite which would be directed at the female Jimmy was about to bring into their room.
Victor smiled as his brother's fist connected with the jaw of one of the mob members, sending the man flying into the ground unconscious. Behind that fist was a trio of bone claws which his brother never used on the common folk like them. He said it was so that no one would get injured to badly to heal but Victor knew the true reason; he didn't want to be seen as the freak of nature he was.
Freak. Monster. Demon. Devil. Name it and he had been called it all. Though he was not ashamed of his difference he thought about whether his life would be any better if he did not look the way he did. Victor tore his eyes away from the scene in front of him and concentrated on his clawed fingers. He adored the feel of being able to slice through any material, the feeling of the utter freedom as he used them to hunt, and the feeling of a live being taken; especially a human life. Yes, he had grown bitter.
Slowly he was beginning to hate the normal people. Those who shunned him, the children who teased him, the police who tried to kill him…
Thinking about his history of the people who tended to react terribly to his difference, his claws grew out a few more inches fully unsheathing themselves. The soft panting and sound of a closing door pulled him out of his thoughts. Then he noticed something, a scent in the air that was different from his brother's, yet his brother's scent was still there.
"Sorry, Vic, I had to bring 'er here. They were gonna take the poor girl back." The clawed man released a menacing growl from his throat and turned his head towards the slave girl.
"Does it look like I fuckin' care?" Jimmy frowned and began to scold his older brother.
"Why don't you use better language? She's only a kid and doesn't need to hear the foul words that come out of your spiteful mouth," James scowled, eying his brother from head to toe. "God fuckin' dammit Victor! Put some damn clothing on, the little girl doesn't need to see your hairy ass! Shit!" Laughter erupted from the other man's throat as he stood up walking towards the pair.
"You're a fuckin' hypocrite you know that?" He raised his brow at the girl hiding behind his brother. "Who is the little girl?" he asked kneeling down to her level. Jimmy sighed and ushered the girl onto his bed.
"Oh, Jimmy?" Victor smirked. "I didn't know you liked premature girls? No where near as bad as the virgins I had a month ago…"
"Shut your fuckin mouth!" Jimmy snarled before turning his attention to the girl on the bed. "You need anything…umm?"
The girl on the bed had a strip of black cloth wrapped around her eyes and an equally colored scarf on her head. Her face was dirty and her dress torn and tattered at the hem, her legs and feet were bare. Her hands reached out and touched the hair of Jimmy's arm.
"My name is Maijohli Jean-Louis. Are you slave catchers?" Jimmy shook his head and he took the girl's soft small hands into his own.
"No, we are not…Manjockey." Jimmy suddenly felt his older brother's claws dig into his shoulder.
"Move," Victor commanded his eyes narrowing at his little brother. When he did not move, Victor dug his claws further into his shoulder.
"Stop this Vic, she's only, barely a woman, maybe not even that." Jimmy felt his brother force him away from the girl and his body being thrust onto the floor. He winced at the gaping wound his brother's claws left in his shoulder, standing and leaning against the wall while the flesh healed itself.
"It's Maijohli, runt." Victor smirked his fangs peeking out from in between his lips. "Right, sweetheart?" Jimmy growled as his brother's claw brushed against the girl's cheek. "Keep yourself in check runt. Now, sweetheart, look at me."
"Victor no!"
"Shut the fuck up, Jimmy!" Maijohli flinched and raised her hands slowly, holding the cloth around her eyes tight her face. She gasped as the floor creaked with weight of the large man, frightened she scrambled to get away from him only for the man to catch her wrist and pull her body close to his.
"Tsk, tsk. Where do you think you're going?" He brought his face closer to hers and tilted his head, taking in the scent of her.
How sensuous… he thought his nose touching her skin as he stared into her as if searching for something. He threw the girl away from him her body landing on the bed roughly and turned to his brother who was watching him carefully.
"Virgin..." Victor purred whipping around and pining the girl underneath him. "She's mine." Victor growled threatening as his brother gently placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Calm down, Vic, she's only a kid…I got some money left over you can buy a woman tonight." His brother continued to purr gently his gaze fixated on the girl.
"No," Victor inhaled her scent. "I've never had a little slave girl before, never been that close to some so dark skinned," he paused so take another whiff of her. "She's…."
"Get off of me! I don't want to hurt you!" Maijohli gasped as his hands moved to the band around her eyes. "No!" she screamed as he ripped the material off her face. She gasped as she finally saw the owner of the deep purring voice, and the other gruff, strong voice with a hint of loneliness in it. The man on top of her was furry, his cheeks covered in a reddish brown hair and his intense eyes stared into her. He was handsome and she closed her eyes, because it was him. The man on top of her, Victor, started to purr again and her heart stopped, but she couldn't distinguish whether it was with fear or excitement as Victor smirked and licked the tip of her ear.
"Victor get off of her! She's just a child." Maijohli pouted as the man let up on her, standing up to challenge his brother. She watched as the two stood so close their noses seemed to be touching. "Calm down, Victor…I'm asking you nicely." A low chuckle came from Victor and he said something else to Jimmy but she could not hear it, she was too focused on the body in front of her. Strong, long, muscular and masculine, she at her present age should not be looking at a man like this, but body in front of her was calling her. No, she felt it from the moment Jimmy pulled her out of the crowd that these men were different, and Victor…he was a huge powerful dominant white male; if he wanted her there would be nothing she could do about it. Now staring at the back of the man she began to admire the taut muscles and tanned flesh dusted with dark hairs, his shortly cropped hair, thick sideburns, the long body that seemed to hunch over just slightly, his long arms and rough calloused….
What were on his hands? The nails on his hands seemed to be completely overgrown and talon like in appearance. She leaned over and looked at the floor were Victor's feet looked similar to his hands.
Yet, he wasn't a monster; he was a huge powerfully built man.
A man.
"Victor…" she called her voice soft and insecure. "Victor…" The second time she caught the man's attention and he turned to her smiling. Fangs! The man had fangs in his mouth! "V-Victor…" He seemed annoyed that she called his time a third time as he sat on the edge of the bed with his pants unbuttoned.
"Maijohli, you want me little girl?" She nodded her hands in her lap.
"Are you mad at him?" She asked tilting her head in Jimmy's direction.
"Yeah, I want to kill him." Maijohli nodded and shyly placed her hand over Victor's claw and brought it to her lips.
"Master." The second she spoke those words a burning pain rushed through her body. She closed her eyes holding tightly onto the clawed hand. This had happened before with her previous master the plantation owner in the West Indies. The man could put thoughts into others minds and because she was around him, she acquired the ability too. Now pain coursed through her veins as her teeth transformed themselves into animal-like canines and her nail and toes elongated and thickened. Her scarf fell off as her hair grew wildly her bushy brown curls cascading down her back. Everything was spinning and finally she fell unconscious into the arms of her new master.
Victor raised an eyebrow at the unconscious girl in his arms. "Jimmy…what just happened?" His brother sighed sitting on his brother's bed. "Get the fuck off," Victor snarled.
Jimmy pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger, standing up a scowl on his face. "Then get off of my bed and move to yours."
Victor ignored his brother as his attention was focused on the girl in his arms; his mind was still trying to figure out what had just happened. The girl, Maijohli, had just changed before his eyes into something like him, her claws and feet were like his and from what he could tell her teeth had changed also. Could she really be like him?
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An hour later Maijohli awoke in the same place where she had fallen, in the arms of her new master. As she stirred, Victor's hold on her loosened and he gently moved her body off from his lap. Opening her eyes she found the man staring at her with a curious cat-like stare, and then she remembered what happened. Maijohli looked down at her hands now in the form of strong piercing claws, she remembered the pain in her mouth and running her tongue over her teeth she winced as her canine slit into her tongue. Now tasting blood she began to feel tears come to her eyes.
Victor watched as his slave girl's eyes began to tear up. He turned her face towards his, the tears now spilling over onto her round cheeks; with the gentlest movement of his forefinger, Victor wiped away one of her tears and brought to his mouth to taste.
"Why do you cry, girl?" he asked his claws caressing her tear stained cheek. "Are you afraid?" Maijohli shook her head her big hazel eyes connecting with Victor's wild ambers.
"I'm not afraid…I'm in pain," she answered her breath hitching as Victor placed an arm around her shoulders, his claws rubbing against her arm. She bit her lip and squealed and the pain of both her teeth and his claws caused her to bleed. Maijohli winced as Victor swore and hastily removed his hands from her delicate frame.
"Sorry, sweetheart." He silently cursed himself for having these damned claws on his hands; he couldn't comfort her without the risk of hurting her. As the scent of her blood entered his nostrils he felt angry that she could bleed so easily. Without thinking scraped the skin of his chest, his claws cutting deep and blood slowly dipping out, the wound closing itself only moments later. Little did he know that Maijohli watched him actions and as his wounds closed so did hers.
As she watched him Maijohli felt sadness emanate from his massive frame, she couldn't have him be sad, not because of her. "Master, why are you sad?" Victor growled and turned towards her, his upper lip curled and fangs in full view. She gasped as he pounced on her the weight of his body pining her to the bed.
What had he been doing? Caring and caressing this girl until she awoke when he should have taken what he wanted the beginning. It would be even easier now that Jimmy was out of the room. Victor brought his face closer to the girl's finding it strange that she would not cower and beg before him all the other women did. Instead she looked him straight in the eye.
"Master… you are very handsome." Victor blinked his concentration broken and his cheeks feeling warm all of a sudden. He was flattered.
"Your cute lil' words are not going to stop what going to happen to you," he whispered into her ear his lips brushing against the soft skin.
"You are very strong, there is no way I could ever fight you…" Was she making fun of him?
Victor wrapped his hand around her neck his claws slightly sinking into the flesh of her neck. "Say that again, sweetheart. I dare you." Maijohli struggled to breathe as his large hand was beginning to block her airways, looking straight into his eyes she replied to him.
"I would never fight you. You are stronger, bigger…you are my master. I want to serve you."She managed to spit out underneath the pressure of this hand. Victor narrowed his eyes never breaking his stare. How could he believe that this slave girl wanted to serve him, for all he knew she wanted to kill him, not that that could ever happen. She spoke in sweet gentle tones her speech seeming more like worldly adult than a girl who probably hadn't had her first bleed yet, but, he hated to admit it, she seemed sincere. Plus, she was like him and her comments were so damn flattering.
Maijohli grabbed hold of his wrist and gasped, tears forming in her eyes. "Master I'm sorry, forgive me. I'll be good…" Her claws scratched lightly at the tough skin of his wrist, she coughed as his grip loosened and her neck was freed. Victor laughed.
"Shit, you know how to sweet talk a man," he rolled off of her propping himself up on his elbow. "You think I'm handsome?" She nodded her eyes focusing on his chest.
"And big and strong. You are very attractive." He smirked placing his hand on her thigh and running his fingers up her skirt.
"Stop acting so innocent, you seem to know your way around a man." He pulled her body close to his and rubbed his nose against hers. Victor purred tension building in his groin as he darted his tongue out to taste his potential mate. She was sweet, sweet enough to spoil him. He removed his hand from underneath her skirts and tilted her head up towards his, with his intense stare he demanded that she place her lips on his. Victor tilted his head down and grabbing her hair and pulling it backwards preparing to live his mark on her neck when Maijohli's claws pressed against his groin.
"Mmm, such a big bad boy you are, Victor. Willing to seduce a fourteen year old girl," she smirked. "Lil' ol' me feels honored." Victor blinked at the change of tone in her voice and looked into her eyes.
"Who are you?" Victor watched as the girl's other hand traced a path from his shoulder to the middle of his back. Her eyes connected with his in an intense stare. Maijohli's hand left Victor's groin and wrapped around his neck, he purred and she moaned her eyes transitioning from the color of water during the setting of the sun, to the crystalline hue of an amber stone.
"I'm yours like I said master," she replied, claws digging into the flesh of his back. Victor snarled.
"Then why are you hurting me?" he asked fangs bared. Maijohli smiled her sharp fangs visible.
"You have your hand wrapped around my hair. Stop hurting me and I stop hurting you, okay, big boy?" She huffed her eyes never leaving his as the pain in her head instantly disappeared. "You really are handsome and attractive…" Maijohli retracted her claws and rubbed his healing skin. "Why don't you have a wife yet, master?"
Victor sat up abruptly and stared out of the window his claws unsheathed. The slave girl frowned and moved behind her master her hands on his shoulders; he shook her off violently and swore.
"Get the fuck out of here."
"Excuse me?"
"Are you fuckin' deaf? Get out!" But his demands were ignored as those hand slid down his chest and her chin rested against his collar bone. "Little girl…"
"I'll do anything and everything for you," she whispered her voice soft and seductive in his ear. "I'll be yours completely, I'll be with you until my death and I will serve you," she nibbled on his earlobe, "in any matter you see fit."
As she spoke Victor's momentary rage subsided and he closed his eyes listening to the voice in his ear his body relaxing. How could a mere girl make him feel like this?
"I'll be yours forever. I can treat you like the big," A smile spread across his features as she began to seductively lace her words with moans, "strong, powerful man you are, because I'll never reject you." Victor's heart skipped a beat. "I want to protect you, bring you happiness…" Maijohli pressed her lips to his cheek, the feel of course hair rough on her lips. Victor turned his head their noses touching again, his blood aching for her touch, her lips, her body. Like she had read his mind, she moved around to his front and sat on his lap straddling him. She gasped his large arms snaking themselves around her body, hands landing on her lower back gently pressing against her skin.
"I'll want anything and everything you want, for you are my only priority. Victor please grant me the honor of being your servant and companion until the end of this earth," her lips only inches away from his as she continued. "Your soul runs as clear as water and you are completely true to only yourself…because of this I want to offer myself to you." Their amber eyes connected in a hazy mix of lust and apprehension, for Victor could not focus on anything but the girl on his lap. Many times he had thought he was in love with a woman, only to hate himself for the fact that they could never love him back. He was sick of the depressing thoughts of never being able to give a little boy the life he never had.
Victor's stare softened as his mind focused on the words he longed to hear; he was finally going to be accepted. Their noses touched as his arms wrapped around her tightly and his eyes drooped his whole being wanting to physically be with the girl. Unfortunately his excitement caused his mutation to react and his hands caressed the small of her back and traveled upwards his claws unsheathed themselves easily piercing through her soft flesh. In this lusty haze Victor did not recognize his claws were growing until Maijohli winced. Instantly another wave of self-hatred washed over him.
"You shouldn't let your mind be so open to infiltration and attack." Victor clenched his jaw, standing and dropping the girl unceremoniously on the floor. "Hey that hurt you fuckin' badger!" But he ignored her moving back to the chair in front of the window lounging back with his clawed feet up on the window sill, Maijohli fumed. "Get over yourself! Just because your father beat you and no one likes you doesn't mean the world owes you anything!"
Victor continued to ignore her, his focus on the world on the other side of the window. "So you are going to ignore me now?" Silence. "Okay then." The slave girl folded her arms and huffed sitting on his bed again. After a few minutes of silently staring at the back of her potential master, a throbbing pain pulsed in her cheeks. It was as if someone was drilling a hole into her skull from the side of her cheeks and was moving down towards her mouth, Maijohli's eyes teared and she squealed clenching her jaw and holding her head claws threatening to pierce into her skull.
It wasn't that Victor couldn't hear the pain of the girl behind him nor was it that he did not care; Victor was wrapped in himself so deeply that nothing else that happened around him mattered. Victor knew he was fucked up, he had an abusive father who blamed him for his mother's death. Hidden and ridiculed by the people around him he saw little of the outside world and he was forced at the age of fourteen to care and provide for his only friend that he and found out was really his brother. Now overgrown and threatening, the only places he could roam were dark alleys, forests and brothels. Victor had never hated his own appearance, he loved his claws and teeth even the way he towered over the normals in the street, but he hated that his own appearance made him an outcast.
He thought back to when he was twelve and working in Howlett manor as a servant boy, the Howlett's were the hosts of some important affair with many guest's arriving late in the evening. In the groundskeepers hut, Victor was wiping himself clean the best he could with the small rag he had been given from James, the Howlett's only son. The muck and sweat from a day's work mixed with the blood and bruises from his father's most recent assault; from what he gathered Mrs. Howlett told his father to stay away from her tonight since she had to tend to entertaining her guests. Drunk and enraged Thomas Logan took his frustrations out on his son, who at the time was cleaning up the disheveled room, a previous victim of his rage.
After Victor finished cleaning himself he settled in on one of the wooden chairs on the other side of the room close to the window. In his hands he held one of James' learning books. It was colorful and picturesque enough to keep a small child's attention, but honestly needed it to learn. His father never was completely against him learning anything that need nothing to do with working in Howlett manor, and strictly forbid Victor from gaining reading or writing skills. With James' old learning books Victor was steadily picking up the words and their meanings; of course he had some help from Jimmy.
Happily settled in his chair and trying to pronounce the words out aloud Victor sat for nearly an hour trying to hone his craft. His ears perked up at the sound of music and laughter coming from the main house, though he was curious to see what one of these affairs were like he was forbidden to see any of the visitors; Mrs. Howlett yelled at him about how it was horrible enough there was a rumor of a dangerous half-cat boy living in her house.
The boy turned the page of his book continuing determined to finish and proceed to the next story in the book. Victor took his time trying to pronounce the words and understand what was happening at the same time it was challenging without the help of his friend. A sudden loud knock, jolted him out of his concentration and in his momentary panic his small claws swiped his forearm creating a line of three bleeding marks, he hissed in pain motioning to grab the same rag he used earlier. Pressing the rag against his arm his stood up from the chair and winced painfully walking to the door, opening it.
The man was thrown out of his memories by a pair of soft hands gently massaging his shoulders. "You are so tense, master. Such big muscular shoulders…" Victor found a smirk forming on his lips, her words again were honeyed and held a hidden promise which he planned to figure out. Victor closed his eyes and continued to listen to her sweet words.
"Oh, Victor…" he felt his loins twitch in his pants which were beginning to become all too confining. "My handsome Victor…" His head tilted back and landed on the pillow of her chest. No woman had ever treated him like this. Like he was a man and not a monster; her words and gentle touches making his pride swell. "Your life can be full of me, wanting to be with you, wanting to comfort you, wanting you to be the only man I wish to serve." She paused letting a low seductive giggle escape from her throat as she padded around him, pushing his feet off of the window sill forcing the chair to four legs. Maijohli grabbed at the fabric of her skirt pulling it up past her knees, opening her legs to settle on the lap of Victor.
Victor's breath caught in his throat as the slave girl positioned herself directly over his groin, the weight of her small body easily increasing the tension in his pants. He thought about her bizarre offer, if the girl really wanted him that badly it would have been easier if she had asked to be his wife. He might just take her up on her offer, he thought staring into her amber eyes almost a perfect reflection of his own. Victor's hands rested on her waist as he continued to think about her generous offer.
Never before had a woman or girl offered herself to him in such a complete, almost desperate, manner. He wanted to know more about the girl before agreeing to be her new master.
"Maijohli," Victor noticed an angry flicker in her eyes as he whispered her name, "I would think that you would be trying to stay free, not be enslaved again. Why would you want another master after running away?"
"Because I'm not a slave, handsome," she replied, her gaze now concentrated on his lips. "And I did not "run away"," she grimaced as if her nose caught a whiff of a foul smell, "I left his service, he and his family showed a disregard for the terms of our contract and therefore our arrangement became nullified and I left his service. Running away is for someone who is captured and was forced into submission." She leaned in close her lips skimming his pointed ears as she spoke, and Victor tightened his hold on her waist.
"No matter how hard you try, you will never truly capture me, but, your physique almost makes me want to lie on my back…almost," she chuckled, sitting up and watching his expression; full of lust, passion, and hate? She could work with that.
"I was right. You are a whore," he hissed painfully as she dug her claws into his sides slowly extending them. "That hurts…" he smirked clenching his fingers and piercing deep into her skin elated at the scent of her blood and the feel of her flesh between his fingers. Maijohli had squealed loudly upon the entry of his claws and her breathing irregular as pain pulsed though her body.
"Let go, you furry bastard." Victor released her and grabbed her chin a finger running over her lips. "You should have told me, that the instant healing doesn't negate the pain…" she pouted nose rubbing against his. In the sweetest voice she said: "Big boy, you should stop licking yourself. Your breath smells like ass."
"Shut up, and get your claws out of me."
Maijohli laughed as she retracted her claws and licked the blood from her fingers. "Don't you just taste divine?" The man smirked, one fang glistening in the light of the setting sun.
"Aren't you just a little seductress?" His eyes locked with hers again as she raked her fingers up his abdomen, to his broad chest.
"Aren't you just a massive tease?"
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