"Ah swear to Gawd, Victor." Marie's southern accent had a tendency to come out when she got angry, and it went straight to Victor's cock. "Ah will—"

Victor dropped back to all fours, grabbed Marie's thigh, and hiked her leg over his shoulder. She went silent in anticipation, but that silence was quickly ruined by her loud gasp when he buried his face between her legs. Victor licked across the outside of her lips first, where she had short curls to protect her sensitive skin from his rough cat-tongue. Marie had known about the particular texture of his tongue, but the sensation still took her by surprise. She'd been a little worried that having a tongue down there—if that could ever be a possibility—would be too wet and slimy.

But Victor made slow progress moving closer to her wet center with careful licks. He didn't want to hurt his little mate by scraping such a sensitive area. She seemed to enjoy it though, if the way she bucked her hips up toward his face was anything to go by. He reached out blindly and grabbed her hand from where it gripped the sheets to place it in his hair instead. She tried to stop herself from yanking on his hair, but when his tongue made a light pass over her clit, her hand tightened involuntarily. Victor groaned at the slight burn of pain. The pain grounded him, made him believe this was real.

"Victor!"

Marie tightened her grip and squirmed beneath him when he dipped down to lick across her entrance, gathering her juices on his tongue to fully savor her taste. Her skin flickered on for a brief moment at that bare contact. It didn't hurt exactly, but it did feel like a sharp tug. Victor couldn't hold back a rough groan or the way his hips ground down into the mattress. Marie whimpered at how his groan vibrated against her sensitive skin. She got just a flash of his pleasure through her mutation, enough to let her know that he enjoyed the pain. Through her own haze of bliss, she gave his hair an experimental pull. Victor groaned again and rocked down against the mattress, his lapping turning sloppier.

"Vic … Victor?"

The question in her voice made him raise his head, eyes darkened with lust and his mate's wetness smeared across his chin. Marie felt like all the air had just been punched out of her lungs. She gave a needy whimper at the sight of Victor—predatory and hungry in a way that made her ache for him. A deep rumble made its way out of his chest in response, halfway between a growl and a purr.

"You want something, mate?" he asked, his voice almost a physical caress by itself.

"You're so beautiful!" Marie blurted out.

Victor blinked, all his muscles frozen up at the unexpected compliment. He didn't understand why she would say that. People shied away from him, women crossed the street, children cried. He knew he wasn't exactly ugly, but he was a monster. Not deserving of praise from someone who actually was beautiful and good.

"Can you … " She dropped her gaze and bit her lip.

Victor's mental order of the world righted itself once more. His mate clearly wanted something from him and that explained the compliment. She didn't realize that she didn't need to bother with flattery to get him to do his bidding, but he'd rather she not know how much control she already had over him.

"What do you need, doll?" he asked.

Marie blushed at the endearment, and then blushed even harder at the thought of what she wanted to ask him to do. She couldn't back down now though, so she might as well suck it up, look him in the eye, and ask for it. With that decision in mind, she met his gaze again, determined but still red-cheeked.

"Earlier you said—um, you said you'd touch yourself while you … with me." She took a deep breath before she took the plunge. "Will you do that?"

Victor cocked his head and slowly repeated, "You want me to … touch myself?"

Marie's face couldn't get much redder, but she stuck with it. "Y-yes. When my mutation turns on—since you won't listen about how dangerous this is—I get your energy but also, um, I'm feeling your pleasure too. I didn't know, I mean, obviously this has never happened before so I had no idea that—"

Victor cut off her embarrassed explanation by ducking his head back down and returning it to its original position between her thighs. His tongue was even more insistent, now that he knew the skin-to-skin contact would bring her an extra level of pleasure. He hadn't expected to get anything out of this other than the obvious privilege of tasting his mate and being the one to bring her to orgasm, but what he'd said to her earlier was what he really wanted. With Marie's gasping moans fueling his desire, he reached down and practically ripped his pants open to get his cock out.

He touched himself the same way he'd touched Marie's pantyhose-covered legs: palm first with fingers straight out and slightly lifted up. Having razor sharp claws that never quite retracted all the way wasn't exactly conducive to tender touches, and accidentally gouging himself in the dick was something Victor had already experienced enough of for one lifetime. The only other alternatives were to find someone else willing to touch him, which translated to finding someone he could pay to get over their fear and disgust, or humping into his palm like an animal.

But fuck it all if he didn't enjoy being one with his mate grinding her cunt into his face and begging him for more.

Victor kept swiping his tongue across her clit, breaking the skin-to-skin contact for just a half second after each lick to let his mutation counteract hers in the brief respite. Marie kept a hard grip on his hair and yanked on it every so often. Each time she did, Victor growled and thrusted his cock down harder into his hand. His pleasure flowed into her through her mutation, and Marie's moans had turned into one long, nearly continuous cry. Between the physical sensation of having her clit so wonderfully assaulted and the half-formed mental images from Victor or perhaps even her own imagination—him taking her torturously slow doggy-style, one hand on the back of her neck to press her face down into the mattress with his other hand on her hip to force her to stay still as he fucked her too slowly for her to come, giving her just half his cock, wondering if he could make her come from those five inches and nothing else, knowing how good it would be, how much fuller she'd feel if he'd snap his hips forward and drive all ten inches into her until she fucking screamed from the force of her orgasm—

Marie screamed his name as she came, and that almost sent Victor over the edge too, but he held onto the last strands of his control with a desperate determination. How many more years, decades, centuries would it be before he had another willing female allowing him to touch her? He wanted to make this last as long as he could possibly draw this out.

So Victor nuzzled his cheek against the inside of her thighs and gave her soft licks to bring her down gently. Her hand in his hair had turned more gentle too. He paused long enough to lean into the touch, reveling in the sensation of having his face touched. He couldn't remember the last time someone had touched his face without causing him pain. It had never occurred to him that could be a possibility. What reason would anyone have to touch Sabretooth's face if they weren't hitting him or pushing him away?

"Thank you, you're so amazing, so good to me," Marie mumbled out praise as she petted him.

A purr burst out of Victor's chest without his permission, but she didn't flinch away or tease him. Marie broke into a wide smile instead. Victor might be a remorseless killer, but with her, he was just a big kitty cat. She continued to stroke his hair for a few more moments before he went back to licking her again.

"Um, you don't have to—"

"Not done," Victor rumbled.

It didn't take more than a few licks to get her aroused once more. Marie had gone so long without touch and expected to spend her life celibate, so she was incredibly responsive to everything he did. Victor gave another purr when Marie stopped her half-hearted resistance and gripped his hair again. Her gasp of surprise turned into a needy whimper. The vibration from his purr was better than the groans he'd made before. As soon as Victor realized how much Marie enjoyed that, he closed his lips around her clit and purred even harder.

Marie cried out, her oversensitive clit sending pleasure throbbing through her. The press of his lips against her skin also opened the mental connection back up, which included both the gratification Victor felt from touching himself and the fantasies of everything he wanted to do with her. Making her come over and over again until his cock dripped with her wetness. Physical proof of how well he'd pleasured his mate, her scent and cum smeared across his skin, marking him. His sweet little doll spread out on the bed, made lazy and a bit drunk with sexual pleasure, beard burn scraped across her thighs and her pretty pink nipples, still reaching for him anyway and asking him so sweetly for just one more time.

"Yes," Marie gasped. "I'd lick you clean, after."

Her words hit him so hard, Victor almost forgot about his claws and gripped his cock. He didn't stop to think how Marie seemed to know exactly what his fantasy entailed. At the thought of his mate licking her own cum off his cock, his purring turned into a needy groan, and fucked himself against his palm faster. He was so fucking close to coming all over himself just from rutting against his own hand.

"Please, Victor," Marie bucked her hips up, right on the edge of coming herself. "Come for me!"

He'd pleasure her so well, satisfy all her needs like an Alpha should. And if he fucked her just right, she would lick his cock, groom him like he was her mate, reward him with her hot wet mouth for being such a good Alpha, touch him all over and tell him nice things, that he was a good boy good boy good boy.

Victor came hard, grinding his cock into the heel of his hand and mouthing at her sweet wet heat. His orgasm sent Marie over the edge too, her pleasure furthering his and his feeding into hers until they were both panting and exhausted. Victor recovered from the post-orgasmic haze first, but he stayed bent over her and carefully placed light kisses across her thighs and hips. He knew she would ask him to leave soon, and he wasn't ready to let go. Touching her like this had clearly been a mistake. He didn't know how he would ever let her go after this.

Marie blinked the wetness out of her eyes. She wasn't crying, but her eyes had watered up from how hard she came. The thought made her blush, but the thoughts she picked up from Victor made her frown and half sit up. He was always so arrogant and self-assured in his actions that it surprised her to realize how harsh his own opinion of himself was.

"Victor?"

Marie propped herself up on her elbows. Victor gave her a blank stare in return. He wasn't going to do some sort of pussy shit, like ask if they could cuddle or talk about their fucking feelings.

"Would you stay?" Marie asked.

Victor's eyes narrowed. "Why?"

"Because I want you to."

He considered that for a long moment. Her heart rate hadn't sped up and her scent stayed the same—what he could pick up past the heady smell of both his and her cum. She wasn't lying about wanting him to stay. If he were a stronger or a better man, he'd walk away. He knew he wasn't good for her, but if she wanted him, he was greedy and selfish enough to stay.

"All right," he said. "Let me take care of this."

His cock was still hard and slick with cum, not softened in the slightest from the recent orgasm. One of the so-called "advantages" of such a strong healing factor, although Victor considered the difficulty of getting his cock to shut the fuck up and stop bothering him to be a special kind of torture. He pressed down on it, almost seeming like he was trying to shove it between his legs to hide it, which bordered on ridiculous given how large it was.

Marie sat up and reached for him. "Can I?"

Victor flinched back away from her. Just like his rough tongue, fangs, and claws, his mutation also manifested in the appearance of his cock. It had raised ridges circled around the shaft, vaguely reminiscent of the barbs that cats had on their penises. He was enough of a freak already, but having a mutated penis solidified him as a monster. No one wanted to touch that strange, terrifying thing between his legs. Not willingly. Not for free.

He shook his head. "Don't. I'll make it go away. Just give me a minute."

Marie didn't know if he meant a cold shower or … her eyes flickered down to his clawed hand pushing down on his flesh. Between his conviction that he was a monster and his insistence that pain meant nothing to him because he was a big strong stoic manly man and his healing factor would just heal any injuries anyway, she worried that his idea of "making it go away" might include hurting himself somehow.

She doubted he would believe her if she told him that his actions now were what counted, that she saw how hard he was trying to be a good person, to build a healthy relationship with his brother, to go to therapy and get his head figured out. It was a dark place, she knew. All her positive affirmations and reassurances that he was a real person who didn't deserve to be hurt would go straight over his head, or worse, make him think she was lying to him or mocking him.

So Marie took a deep breath and prepared to say something really fucked, something down on his level that he would be able to accept and understand. If she could just get him to stay and not hurt himself and maybe even allow her to treat him gently, then surely that end justified her emotionally manipulative means.

"I want to touch you," Marie said, starting off slowly.

She hoped he would hear the truth in her voice and heartbeat. Maybe if she could just convince him of that, how much she really was attracted to him, then she might not have to go any farther. Victor could tell that she was telling the truth, but that truth didn't make any sense to him.

"Why?" he demanded.

"I might never get the chance to … " There was enough truth in the statement that Marie had to pause for a second to deal with her own emotions. "To touch anyone else like this again. Even if I do find someone brave enough to risk it, I don't think—I couldn't. Risk killing—"

Her voice broke off, and she had to look down. She swallowed a few times to get rid of the lump in her throat and blinked away the wetness in her eyes that she swore wasn't tears. This wasn't how she wanted this to go. She didn't want either of them to be sad. She just wanted to be happy, to touch a man she cared about, to make him feel good and to feel good herself. Like any other normal person could.

"I already put one boy in a coma, just because I kissed him," she said when her voice was steady again. "So I really can't risk touching people like this. But you, you're strong and you have a healing factor, and—"

Marie couldn't resist adding at least one compliment. She didn't want to pressure him into doing something he didn't want because he felt sorry for her, even if she was using more than a little emotional manipulation to get her way. To ease that, and her own conscience, she added:

"And you really are very attractive," she told him. "I feel safe with you too, and you've done a great job. I mean, you gave me two orgasms, but I want to see what a—" She had to stop again and gather her courage to say the next part. "What a male orgasm looks like. Um … please?"

Victor watched the way she bit her lip and looked up at him with big eyes. Marie was a good person. If she couldn't get control over her mutation, then she actually might spend her whole life celibate, without ever knowing sexual pleasure. He and James were the only two people who could provide that for her, but like a complete fucking moron, Jimmy had thrown that chance away. Now Victor thought about the situation. Maybe this didn't need to be a one time thing. If he pleasured Marie enough now, she might ask for him again. Might use him to explore all her sexual fantasies, and Victor was a ready and very much willing volunteer.

He shuffled over and laid down on his back next to her. Marie tried not to let out a too loud sigh of relief. Her bed was small enough that their thighs touched, Victor still fully dressed with his cock pulled out, and her still in her dress, pantyhose, and elbow-length gloves. Clearly they were both overdressed, but she didn't want to start anything until she heard Victor give his consent.

"Take off those stupid fucking gloves," he said roughly.

"I should use these to gag you for being so rude," Marie muttered, only half-teasing.

His cock caught her eye again when it gave an obvious twitch. Victor kept his face blank, like his body hadn't just betrayed a predilection for being tied up and used. Marie mercifully pretended like she didn't notice, although she did file that information away for later as she pulled off her gloves.

"One thing," Victor said. "James will never forgive us if we actually fuck."

"If Logan's so concerned about your dick, then he can suck it himself." Marie growled out, sounding almost feral herself. "And after hurting me and letting me down so many times, he's lost all claim on me as anything more than a friend, and honestly, even that's iffy at this point."

But on the other hand … Marie took another glance at Victor's cock, its enormous size very nearly bordering on satire. With enough lube and determination, she figured she could probably get it inside her, but definitely not today. Not when small-sized tampons were her only previous experience.

"I uh, don't exactly have condoms here either," she admitted. "So yeah, no actual sex. But other than that, is there anything else you're not okay with? Do you need a safeword?"

Victor slowly raised his eyebrow. "A safeword."

Marie tossed her gloves at his face in retaliation for his amused expression. "Yes, considering we're both pretty messed up and could accidentally kill each other, I think a safeword is a good idea."

Victor gave a curt nod in response to that, but he didn't offer up a suggestion of his own.

"I thought we could use the traffic light system instead of one word," she said, starting off a little nervous but beginning to gain confidence. "Because I just can't take safewords seriously. If you shout out pineapple during sex, I'll definitely stop, but I'll probably be too busying laughing to help you with your flashback or dysphoria or whatever."

He watched her as she talked, his mood wavering between amused and impressed. The pineapple thing made him snort, but the flashback and dysphoria talk hit a little too close to home. If a safeword would make his mate feel safer though, he would go along with it.

"So green is go, yellow is slow down, and red is stop," Marie said.

"Why doesn't stop mean stop?" Victor asked.

"For red stop, I thought that could mean stop the sex stuff. But you're right, saying stop is really serious, so if I say that, I mean we have to stop completely and maybe even get a few feet away from each other." She caught sight of his slightly wounded look and added, "Like if my skin turned on or I had a really bad flashback. Being touched when something like that happens is … really bad for me."

"All right. If you say stop, I'll stop and give you some space," Victor promised.

Marie gave him a small smile at that. "Thank you. Anyway, enough of the depressing talk."

"Just tell me what you want, Stripes," he immediately agreed.

She glanced over him, unable to keep her smile from turning into an eager grin. She had possibly the hottest man in the world laying beneath her, all hers to do with whatever she wanted.

And Marie wanted a lot of things.


A/N: This is late, but only because on my agenda today has been: two papers at a symposium, a test, two presentations, and a reading essay. So I just completely forgot about this, but I have the chapter for Friday about halfway done now and nothing to do tomorrow, so this fic will definitely get updated on time!