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It wasn't a mistake. They, were not a mistake. He, was not, a mistake.

She had chosen him, over Runt. She was his, she had said that!

And now: "Fucking mistake."

And she was going to leave.

Everything disappeared into blackness. Victor was back in that basement, fettered. Beaten and abandoned. Loathed, by others and by himself. He couldn't hold onto anything, they all kept leaving him. He disappointed them. No matter how strong he'd become, he was always lacking.
...Can't he have anything? Must everything be taken by force, always making him the bad guy?

...He was sorry.

He had just gotten Anna back. She had let him out, escaped with him, held him and looked at him with that soft gaze which soothed his tensed, skeptical mind. Telling that he can enjoy of something sweet and accepting. She was now his.

By free will. Because he was worth of it.

"I'm sorry", Victor huffed, teeth had left the throat he had grabbed on when Anna had started struggling violently. Now she was completely still, in his arms. He didn't dare to open his eyes, hugging her middle and keeping her back tightly against him. He sensed her stress and anger. Suffocating. Like sticky petroleum, easily inflammable. That's what she was. Smoldering fire, ready to spark. Either burning you alive, or warming up unlike anything else.

Victor didn't want to loose that. He wasn't going to, would it demand anything from him. He didn't want to be left again.

Anna kept being still. The teeth had left light stinging, the grip circling her almost crushing. Desperate.

She was furious. At the whole thing. Everything had felt good, though a bit tense, between them before the shower. Then things had just fell down faster than a rock into water, keeping on sinking. She had said something awful, not really knowing what she had meant by it.
What was a mistake? Them?
It hurt to think like that.
Especially when Victor apologized to her, kept holding onto her.

They had just started... This, them, and already they were like this after couple of wrong words.

The fury fainting Anna pressed her forehead against Victor's head, his face buried against her shoulder.
Hers. He was hers.
Because if he so much wanted her to stay, then she was gonna do just the fucking same: hold onto him with teeth and nails because she wasn't gonna loose anything of hers ever again!
And they were in this together, she had chosen him as he had chosen her. She couldn't just throw that away after making the decision, turning her back to Logan and the X-men.
"I'm sorry", she whispered back, hands placing on top of Victor's in caressing matter.

"Mine", Victor softly said, opening his eyes to her. Pressing forehead against hers.
"Mine", she said back, nuzzling.

The two ferals stood like that for some time, stroking each other, letting actions speak louder than words shout in anger.
Anna turned around in Victor's arms, cupping his cheeks and looked into his eyes. It made her core shake what she saw in there.

Vulnerability. Supplication.

It still felt so surreal how much hold she had on this beast man. Who could kill her easily, if wanting and if she letting him. And depending on her new ability...
Anna placed her mouth onto his, a simple and light kiss.
And Victor pulled her with him, while retreating under the running water. Picking up a bottle and offering it to her.
Glancing at it and back to him, the woman smiled a bit playfully, him grinning back.
Getting liquid soap onto hands both started rubbing it onto the other, cleaning each other.

Despite how easy it could have been, the tone of sexuality was rather minimal in the ferals' actions. Even if touches slide across erogenous areas, or kisses were given onto skin. It was more simply about taking care of their mate, giving and receiving intimacy.
After that, washing soap off, they stepped out and leisurely used towels on each other and on themselves.
After that Victor helped checking on Anna's wounds, but the skin had already started mending itself.
They didn't have other clothes than what they wore at the School, so not much thinking about it, Victor and Anna went naked into bed. And though there was plenty of room, the two ferals settled close.

Anna pressed her face against hairy chest, breathing in Victor's scent, feeling the warmth of his body almost surrounding her under the blanket. Her one arm between them she placed her upper one onto his side, hand stroking his back calmly.
She smiled while hearing this low purring in his breathing, it's sound tranquilizing.
Victor also wrapped an arm around his mate, leaving his other arm under his head and a pillow. The man's upper leg slide between the woman's thighs, smirking as he sensed a small excitement as he slide it against her crotch.

But a large yawn suddenly stretching his jaws, the feral man decided to finally sleep peacefully. After Anna was taken, after searching for her, being shot and then coming back to life, then after that tracking her down and being then held captive by X-men and then...
He was ready to sleep already. He was surprised how heavy he suddenly felt, loosing focus and relaxing into the soft moment between them.
"Vic?"
The man grunted quietly.
"There's things to talk about tomorrow, but I wanted to ask already..."
"Yeh?" he muttered, trying to focus onto his mate as she spoke to him.
"I decided to look for my mother's family."
Feeling a small spike, Victor opened his closed eyes. Suddenly more awake.
"Why?"
As Anna was silent, he tried to hold from running ahead in his head.
She was his. She was his.

"I just feel like I need to know what was she like", Anna tried to explain it to Victor. She felt like, that if she knew her mother a bit more, maybe... It could help her somehow. Talking with Hank about her past and problems she felt nowadays a bit more... More at ease with herself. Confident perhaps, in more calm way. And with Victor she felt she could face the secrets of that cottage, that had been her home once. But also the grave of her mother.
Anna wanted to understand her past and maybe get better by it.
"So", she continued as Victor didn't say anything: "If you don't want to come, I'll just go-"
She stopped as Victor hugged her more, giving a short growl.
"You won't go anywhere without me ever again, bambi."

"...What about going alone to toilet?"
"...Yeah sure."
She break down snickering, he following right behind her, the two ferals trembling and laughing.
"Trust me, I don't wanna be away from you for a long time", Anna stated while relaxing against Victor.
"Yep, and I gotta teach you about being a mercenary", he muttered.
"...Really?" she tried to pull away to look at him, but he kept hugging her close.
"Yeah... Couples need hobbies together, right?"
"Serial killer couple", Anna tried it with her tongue, hesitating as she hunt alone.
"It's not being a serial killer if you get paid for it", Victor commented, sounding pretty sleepy. But Anna didn't feel like sleeping now, she was feeling giddy.
And in a whim gave a nip onto Victor's nipple with her teeth. And laughed as he almost jumped, startled.
In revenge Sabretooth smacked his unruly mate's rear.

The whine she let sounded actually exciting, waking him somewhat.
"Do that again, and we won't be sleeping for long time", he growled, rubbing the woman's arse.
She huffed.
"Fine... Goodnight puss."

It took a moment for him to say it back: "Goodnight bambi." It felt funny, alien, but feeling his mate settling to sleep against him, as he started to slip into darkness too...
He could really get used to this kind of resting. It felt easy to dream the two of them relaxing like this in a bed in the future, maybe after or before some fucking.
It would be nice.