Warning, I guess: animalistic sex. I mean, c'mon. It's Victor Creed. This scene has been on my mind ever since I wrote the original chapter. And since people also wanted to see the others' reactions…
"Victor Creed x Phil Coulson"
Creed scented him, his dark eyes growing impossibly darker.
"One more chance to back out," he said, sliding a nail up Phil's thigh to the elastic waistband of his underwear. Phil swallowed, breathed in and out, and let go.
"Mate me."
Victor growled. He severed the sides of Phil's underwear and tore them off. Then he lifted Phil's hips, knees hooked over his shoulders, and dived in. Phil gasped as Victor licked him open with an impossibly long tongue. He fisted the hay in his hands and whimpered. Leaving Phil's legs where they were, Victor wrapped one hand around Phil's erection, and reached down to press the fingers of his other hand against Phil's lips.
"Suck," he said, before returning to his ministrations. Phil suckled enthusiastically, tongue moving around Victor's fingers and getting them wet. Thoughts of a knot kept whirring through his head. He rocked his hips, shivering, and groaned as Victor wrung an orgasm out of him. The fingers were pulled out of his mouth, and his hips were lowered back to the hay.
"Victor," he whined.
"You want more." It wasn't a question, but he answered anyway.
"Yes. Please."
Victor stripped down, throwing his clothes out of the way. Phil cocked his legs apart when prompted, and Victor began to stretch him with his large, wet fingers. He lifted Phil's right leg and laved his soulmark, causing tingles to shoot up Phil's spine.
"Oh God, yes," he whispered.
"Mine is the only name you'll ever speak in bed."
"Well, we're not in bed," Phil said cheekily. Victor dug his nails into Phil's flesh, and he cried out, jerking at the sweet edge of pain.
"Only mine," Victor said. Phil nodded rapidly.
"Yours," he said. "Victor. Victor, please. Mate me. You said you wanted to. All fours, remember?"
Victor chuckled lowly. "That was before I realised the position we had to be in to bond."
"You… you really want to bond with me?"
"No one else." He licked from the crook of Phil's knee and all the way to the top of his inner thigh. "Fate gave you to me. I'm gonna take advantage of that."
"You'll knot me? You promise?"
"Knot you, bond you, make you scream for more." He leaned down, his nose touching Phil's. "You'll be addicted to me."
Phil shook his head. "I already am."
He had no warning before Victor thrust in. Damn good thing he'd been prepared. Well, almost enough. Victor's nostrils flared, but he didn't mention any blood, and Phil felt nothing but pleasure. He keened, and Victor silenced him with a kiss. Most of the taste had been washed away on Phil's leg, but there was still a hint of saltiness. It wasn't as bad as Phil thought it would, and he let Victor taste every inch of his mouth while he hooked his ankles behind Victor's back. The mutant wrapped his arms around Phil's torso and held him close, before moving on to nibbling his neck.
"Oh, G… ah. V-Victor. Please…"
"My bitch." He thrust harder. Phil cried. "Always mine."
Phil scrabbled, scratched long lines down Victor's back. Victor snarled, hips moving faster. He detangled Phil's legs and hooked the right one over his elbow. Their soulmarks met and Victor dug his teeth into the skin over Phil's collarbone. He lapped at the wound while Phil clenched around him.
"Knot me, please!"
"Relax, Phil," Victor murmured. "It'll go in easier."
Phil inhaled, then exhaled slowly. He kept it even, despite the glow and warmth of the soulbond beginning to flare. In a swift move, Victor pushed all the way in. Something lodged him there, an actual canine knot, and Phil screamed and came again as Victor finished, flooding his insides. He bit and sucked bruise after bruise onto Phil's chest and neck, rocking into each spurt and making Phil sob as the pleasure overwhelmed him.
It was everything he'd wanted since he hit puberty, and had never been able to find with anyone else. The bond was throbbing warm beneath his skin, and tears poured from his eyes.
"Did I hurt you?" Victor said, stroking his cheeks.
"N-no. Just… so much."
"Too much?"
Phil hummed. "I'll get used to it. I want to."
Victor growled softly, soothingly. He teased the skin just under Phil's ear. Phil stroked the scratch marks on Victor's back, and drew his hand back. There was a hint of blood.
"I hurt you," he said.
"I liked it."
Phil sighed. "You're the bad guy."
"You said you're mine."
"I am…"
"You're a bad guy's bitch."
He scowled. "Not a bitch."
"Bitches get knotted."
Well, that was a hard one to deny. And the rock solid evidence kept Victor pressed against his prostate, making it difficult to keep his head with each tiny movement of their hips. Phil whimpered, and tugged Victor's mouth down to meet his. He bit his soulmate's lower lip, relishing the dig of claws that earned him.
"If you're such a good guy, go back to them," Victor said. "They'll turn me away, but they'll probably take you back. It's not your fault that a blood-thirsty beast is your soulmate. If…" He swivelled his hips, and Phil jerked weakly in his grasp. It was almost like he was riding one continuous, weak orgasm. "You think you can live without this."
"No." Phil kissed him fiercely, and pulled back panting. "Don't leave me. No one's ever…"
"Satisfied you?"
"Wanted me. Not the way you do."
He felt Victor's anger flare through their bond. It was comforting.
"They're idiots," he said. "But no one will ever want you as much as I do."
"You've never aged—"
"Don't think about that. Think about everything we'll do together."
Phil stared at him, filling with despair. "I can't be the bad guy. I've fought all my life to protect innocent people and take out the villains of this world."
"Which you would've done to me," Victor said. It was true; Phil couldn't deny it. "You won't make that choice. Tell me your enemies, help me find them. We'll deal with them together. I'll show you how to dole out justice."
"I don't know whether I can be like you."
"You can't. But you can learn from me." His knot was growing smaller, which Phil mourned. He wanted it inside him for much longer. "I'll open your eyes to the instincts you keep hidden under a suit and tie. Everything you want to unleash, every lingering piece of anger, we can dish out as punishment to the people you hate. Think of it, Phil." His eyes were alight with golden fire. "I'll take care of you in every way. All you have to do is tell me the next person on the list, and we can put an end to them. Then I'll fuck you so hard we'll break furniture and you'll just beg for me until you can't speak anymore. Because you're mine, and you want everything I can give to you."
"Victor." Damnit, he was getting hard again, and Victor was pulling out. Phil grumbled, and clutched onto his arms.
"Phil, Phil, Phil." Victor dotted his chest with kisses, blessing each darkened bruise. "I don't think you noticed one important thing." He lunged straight back in, and Phil howled. "I don't tire easy."
Fuck, yes.
Three months later
"You just left him there?" Skye said incredulously.
"Couldn't tear `em apart," Wolverine said over his shoulder, searching through the kitchen cabinets for food. "That'd be cruel. And dangerous."
"Coulson's in too deep," May said, tapping her fingers on the counter as her soulmate flitted around. "They keep renewing the bond."
"Victor's not hurting Coulson," Wolverine said. "Not in any way he doesn't beg for, at least." Skye blushed at what he was implying.
"My only concern," May said, and wasn't that a lie, "is that he'll never be the same again. If you'd seen the way they were ripping apart the HYDRA agents…" She nearly shivered. Wolverine stroked her shoulder.
"I'll distract you from it later," he said. May scowled at him, opening her mouth to tell him off for belittling the situation in that way. But then she saw the way he looked her up and down with definite appreciation, and quickly snapped her mouth shut when she remembered how he 'distracted' her last time.
"So Agent's not coming back," Tony said from the coffee machine. "That's what you're saying, right?"
"Not coming back yet," Wolverine said. "Told us they would one day. An' remember what he started to say after he made that promise?"
May sighed. "That he feels better than he has since TAHITI."
"An' remember what I suggested?"
"What'd he suggest?" Skye said. May smiled wryly.
"That we take out their targets first," she said. "To bring Phil back to us faster, and stop these… these slaughters."
It'd started after Phil admitted to loving Victor. His soulmate was suddenly leading swifter kills and dragging Phil to bed much sooner. He became obsessed with knotting Phil, which Phil had no problem with. Except the times when Victor was too gentle; he didn't mind tenderness in moderation, but he wasn't made of porcelain, damnit!
"Harder," he whined. "C'mon, Victor. Sweetheart, please."
"Won't hurt you, Phil."
He growled, using his free leg to yank Victor further inside. The knot caught when Victor tried to pull out again, and Phil nipped at his ear. Victor grabbed Phil's neck with his teeth and held him down as he pumped inside, filling his mate and triggering his climax. Phil screamed, dragging his nails down Victor's back. He inhaled through his ravaged throat as Victor continued to rub against every sensitive part inside of him.
"Yes, yes, yes," he whispered. "Please, more. Victor." He hissed as his neck was released, and was pleased with the iron-tinged kiss. He licked his blood out of Victor's mouth as he relished the throb of their soulmarks.
"Do you think being so deeply bonded to a mutant will change you?" Victor asked, rubbing Phil's scar. It had begun to heal, not that Phil had noticed.
"Why would it?"
"It's our souls which've been tied together, Phil."
He smirked. "Not the only thing that's tied, Victor." He deliberately tightened around the knot, and Victor ground against him, causing Phil's eyes to roll back in his head.
It continued like that. Phil couldn't complain about being taken so often. Someone seemed to be crossing off the same people Phil and Victor had been targeting, which gave them more time in bed together. The more frequently Victor bred him, the more Phil's inner animal purred contentedly, and the healthier he felt. Not that Victor would let him do anything especially extraneous. He couldn't help feeling suspicious.
"What do you think would change about me?" he asked one night. Victor was cuddling him from behind, hand stroking Phil's stomach. The hand paused, and then resumed as he kissed Phil's earlobe.
"Your old injuries have almost disappeared," he said.
"Is that why you insist on bonding with me so much? Because you're healing past wounds?"
"That's the reason for the bonding."
"But not the sex."
"That's… for another reason."
Phil found out a few weeks later.
"Victor, what hell did you do to me, you asshole?"
Implications are fun. No more sequels, though. Hey, there was not-smut in this as well! Aren't you proud of me? But my gods, what a chapter to start with…
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