(Four)
Kimble ran through the woods laughing gaily. He was soaked head to foot and freezing, but couldn't hide his delight at being out in the snow. As promised, they had come back to the cabin after Carol had been successfully exchanged for the money. They had been back here for a week and Kimble never wanted to be in the City again, he was having too much fun. He squealed with joy as he was pounced on and tumbled down into a good sized drift, his Master now on top of him grinning merrily. They were playing an informal game of hide and seek and Sabretooth had just won again.
"Gotcha!" Victor crowed happily, pleased.
Kimble giggled like a child, happy to have Victor's complete attention, something that made him a bit bold. His laughing subsided a little and he grew serious, seeing the playful desire in his Master's eyes. His hands found Creed's hair and he raised his chin to kiss his Master's lips. He expected to be refused, he always had been before, and was surprised when it was finally allowed.
Sabretooth was trembling now, uncertain what he was feeling. He was never sure around Kimble, his emotions were all jumbled up. He was in love, he was fearful, he was confused. The Siskan was a man, something perplexing. Creed himself was not gay, never had been, and it was upsetting that the only one who seemed to know what he truly wanted and needed was this strange angelic pilot. Victor shivered and it wasn't from the snow. The kiss had been slow, tentative, but became more passionate when Kimble saw he wasn't being pushed away.
Victor was on alien ground, he had never slowed down enough to kiss. It was part of foreplay and a complete absent chapter in his book of love, such as it was. Kissing had nothing to do with rape. He found that this wasn't that unpleasant at all, he thought he might not like it. He didn't relish the idea of tasting someone else's spit, but Kimble's mouth tasted sweet as though he had eaten candy a short while ago. What he couldn't know of course was that all of Kimble's liquid secretions were made of gel, the same as his body. His gel contained glycerine, making it taste sweet. Whether it was spit, blood, sweat or cum, it would taste the same. The Siskans had seen to it that all interactions with their special holograms would be pleasing to the user.
"Kristalay, please. Let me loves ya fer real," Kimble whispered, his voice now rough with desire.
"What do ya mean?" Creed asked warily. He wasn't about to let Kimble have his virgin ass, no fucking way.
Kimble chuckled softly and used his power to lift them up and skillfully flipped them over so that he was on top now. He pressed his lips to Creed's mouth and swamped him with a blast of the backwash. It was filled with his intense love and desire and Creed groaned, seduced quickly.
"I wants ta look in yer face, I wants ta look in yer eyes when I finish ya. I wants ta see it right up close," Kimble said, his body on fire now. "I kin do that without doin' whatcha don't wants. I loves ya, I wouldn't ever fucks with you like that."
Sabretooth couldn't answer, he could only nod and growl his assent. He was too overcome with lust, with the bright hot passion of Kimble's empathic power.
Kimble smiled, happy now, and laughed as he raised them up again, this time carrying them both aloft back to the cabin. He was pleased to see Mary was gone, he wanted some privacy for this. She had taken the limo which meant she would be away for a while. He brought Victor to the livingroom and sat him down on the large sofa in front of the fireplace. Kimble next sat astride him, pinning him down and letting his power flow freely, burning away any thoughts of resistance Creed might have had at not being the one in control.
Kimble went to work, enjoying this immensely. He started first with more kisses, pleased to see his Master learned quickly. Kimble kissed him throughly, tasting him and loving it. His mouth strayed down Creed's neck, lightly at first, then hard as he bit into him, marking him as his own in the only way that would be allowed.
Victor bucked wildly, fiercely aroused by his lover's rude suction. He had never been in a position where someone would give him a hickey and wasn't prepared for how much it turned him on. He loved having Kimble's head so close and knew by the sound of his breathing that his servant was wound up tight.
Kimble laughed, sensing his Master's approval and moved lower still. He popped buttons as he went, stripping his Master down out of his wet clothing. The pile on the floor grew larger as Kimble's oral exploration of his Master continued.
Creed sat quiet, enjoying the attention. He felt relaxed because he was sitting, it gave him some reassurance that Kimble wasn't going to back out on his word and try anything funky. He had no illusions about the strength of Kimble's power, if the pilot wanted him submissive, one big blast of his power would surely do it. Now, relaxed and comfortable, he went with Kimble's flow and let the pilot do his thing, unsure of why all this affection was so important to him. He recalled now the time he had seen Kimble with Gail up on the rooftop and his mind started to work. Oh yeah, this is what foreplay was, what making love was all about. It was happening to him, finally, and he couldn't deny just how good it was.
Kimble's hands were never still, they stroked and coaxed the most delightful of shivers from him, showing him just how powerful a gentle touch could be. All this time, Kimble had building up to this point. He had been slowing down the pace, touching more and more and, hopefully, teaching his Master how he himself liked to be pleased. If he could do this right, then just maybe, he would shape his new Master into something of what Sheyman had been. That was Kimble's ultimate goal, really. He wanted what he'd had then and would do his best to try and make that happen. He had all the time in the world, so it seemed in this snowy hideaway, he could do this if he was patient and careful.
"Kristalay?"
"What, Kim?"
Kimble didn't articulate his wish, he guided Creed's hands. He used those big paws to remove his own shirt and pants, happy when Victor got the idea and moved on his own, taking the time to stroke Kimble's skin gently, the claws not entirely pulled back. He had learned that Kimble liked to be scratched, just enough to bring a small bead of gel to the surface, just enough to break his skin. Really it was that Kimble had adapted to the situation he found himself in, not that he had always been a pain junkie. Whatever he had been before, he was powerfully addicted to this now.
Kimble was astride him again, but not making his move just yet. His eyes were closed as he gently stroked his Master's big paws over his chest and belly, savoring the contact and rewarding Victor with a steady trickle of his empathy. He was sending out intense vibrations of his deep love, something that filled Victor with happiness. It was so wonderful, this sensation of being loved and cared for, for knowing that someone out there wanted him and him alone.
It was true Kimble was turned on by the scratching, he shivered and arched his back with arousal. Creed eyed the signs of it suspiciously, hoping Kimble wouldn't try and make him touch him there. He wasn't ready to do that, he probably never would be.
Kimble seemed to sense Victor's discomfort at being confronted with the obvious truth of his servant's gender and did his best to move them past it. He brought Creed's hands to his face, kissed both palms and left them there at his cheeks, using his own hands to help ease himself down onto his Master. Creed smiled now, back on familiar territory. Mary had been with him this way the second time, she had wanted to be on top after having been mauled so badly with him on top her the first. He moaned happily when Kimble's body surrounded him, flooding him with heat. He looked up with a grin as Kimble arched his back again with a moan of ecstacy, unable to keep quiet.
Kimble was loving this, oh yes. He wasn't mashed against a wall or tossed over a desk. He was back in control where he was more accustomed to being. He pulled the hair back from his shoulders, away from his face, and let it fall loose between his wings, loving the feel of it on his naked skin. He growled happier still when his Master's hands reached up to touch, to lose themselves in his ebony tresses. He bent down and his lips found his Master's mouth again, kissing him with eager passion.
Sabretooth almost lost it right there and then. He was unused to such passionate attention and it wound him tighter than slingshot. The pace grew fast and furious and yes, his eyes were open and looking into those of his servant when he climaxed, the thunder of his own heartbeat loud in his ears. He shook and shook, pausing only when Kimble's own rush slammed into him, soaking him in the backwash. His brain sopped it up like a sponge and he gave another violent tremor, grunting loudly.
Kimble laughed, giddy and high now, seriously pleased. His eyes were glassy and he trembled still, unable to contain the joy he felt now that his wish had been granted. He had used his own hands on himself at the last moment, keeping his release from blasting all over his Master. He knew that wouldn't go over very well with Creed, not in his current state of homophobia. He would slowly work his Master, desensitizing him over time. Perhaps the day would come when Victor could bring himself to touch, to experience all that he had to offer. Until then, he wasn't about to push the issue.
Now that he had calmed a bit from the exercise, Kimble was filled with happiness at the gift he had been given this day. His Master was still so close, he couldn't stop himself from wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him again.
"Hey, take it easy there, kid," Creed said, chuckling himself. Kimble's happiness was infectious and at that moment, he wanted nothing more than for it to never end. It was so nice, this being held in the arms of another.
"I loves ya," Kimble whispered in between kisses. "Don' ever leaves me...please..."
Creed's brow crinkled and he gripped the pilot tightly, suddenly feeling possessive. "I ain't goin' nowheres, kid."
Kimble was happily squeezed and lay his head on Creed's shoulder. "Thank you, Master. Thank you..."
Creed closed his eyes and felt Kimble relax against him. So right it felt to have him there, to have that strange winged body draped over him. He loved the feel of him so close, he liked the way Kimble's soft furry legs felt against his skin. Kimble looked like a man, but he was soft and fragile just like a woman, just enough to make this bearable for him. Sabretooth growled softly, a gentle croon like a purr. It actually was a purr, a purr of love and contentment, a gift of his mutation.
Kimble felt the loving vibration reverberating in Victor's chest and giggled softly, pleased that it had been made for him.
Creed stood, bringing Kimble up with him in his arms and carried him to the bed, leaving their wet clothes behind. Kimble laughed and laughed, a sound Victor had come to enjoy more and more. They tumbled down onto the bed and they played some more, roughly but not bruising. It wasn't long after that Kimble fell silent, his lips curled in a contented smile as he dreamed.
Sabretooth lay beside him, his face crinkled in that same perplexed expression he often had when he was alone with Kimble like this, when the pilot was asleep. Kimble looked so soft and fragile there, so helpless. It was difficult to believe this was the same creature who had blown Seamus to bits. It was scary just how much power was hidden there in that slender body. Creed covered Kimble gently with the blankets and dressed quietly. He left for the kitchen, shutting the door behind him.
He was sitting at the table, smoking and enjoying a nice cold beer when he heard Mary come in. He smiled when he heard her mutter under her breath about the pile of clothes they had left in the livingroom. It carried a hint of jealousy, something that pleased him. He stood up and leaned in the doorway. "Where ya been, darlin'?"
She paused in her work, she had their bundle of wet clothes in her hands. "I went and got a tree."
"A tree?"
"Yeah, a Christmas tree."
He snorted in derisive laughter. He had never had much use for Christmas.
"A Christmas tree," she repeated firmly. "I thought Kimble might like it. You know he likes bright colors. I bought a lot of lights."
Creed stiffened, momentarily taken aback by the sound of caring in her voice. It still galled him that he was forced to share. He was feeling possessive of Kimble more and more and lamented his inability to find any other way to power the pilot.
Mary froze warily, watching these thoughts burn their way across his face. Creed smelled her fear and a slow, wicked smile split his mouth. He walked over to her casually, pinning her down with his eyes. She was unable to move, locked in place, even when he stood over her and pawed her hair, using it to pull her head back and expose her throat.
"It's been a long time, you and me," he growled, licking his lips.
"No...please!" she said, regretting it the moment it left her mouth. It was sure to inspire him to continue.
They had made a kind of peace after he had struck her so brutally that day Kimble had gone outside. Creed didn't apologize, he wouldn't, but had slipped her a little present without ever speaking a word. While they were in the City he had gone to one of the finer, more expensive candy shops and bought her a box of fudge, the real expensive, melt in your mouth kind. He knew she had a weakness for the stuff even though she didn't buy it often. She was far too careful with her weight to indulge often. She had accepted his offering, surprised it had been given at all, and had hoped nothing more unpleasant would pass between them. She had gone this long without being mauled by him, but it seemed that was one dream that just died a glorious death.
Victor grinned, aroused now by her fear, that was something that would never change, no matter how many times Kimble whitewashed his terrible, broken mind. He chuckled softly and started kissing her neck, licking her and then sucking on her hard as Kimble had done. She trembled against him and the clothes she had gathered fell to the floor.
Mary was torn. She had no desire for him, he had abused any lustful thoughts of him she might have had right out of her, but this man was her boss, she wanted to stay in his good graces. She closed her eyes and braced herself for the pain, deciding to just lay quiet in the hopes that her lifelessness would make him lose interest.
Creed felt her acquiescence and got busy. He was glad now that this had happened, even though it hadn't been planned. He felt he had to prove something. He needed to know he could still do this without the backwash. It was a concern that had been looming large in his mind for a while now. He did his best not to be so rough, Kimble's quiet cleansing of his mind was still in effect. He lay her down on the couch and carefully stripped her down, making a conscious effort not to shred her clothes or crush her with his much larger body. He didn't rush, he was well sated from the workout Kimble had given him and actually went through the motions of trying to please her.
He was surprised at how much he was enjoying this, enjoying her. What a difference doing this slow and easy, it was not a big reach for him in his calmed state of mind. It might have started out as a rape, as a contest of wills, but now as he kissed her and felt her so close, he was inspired to make love to her, to hear her cries of approval and desire for him. He was seducing her with kindness and so far, it seemed to be working.
Mary was stunned. She had expected him to just mash her down and slam into her brutally. She could tell he had gained some grace from Kimble and it gave her some hope that this wasn't going to be as bad as she thought it would be. He was kissing her and pawing her up, claws in and not scratching her at all. He even took the time to playfully lick at her breasts, something that made her nervous at first - he had bitten her savagely there the first time - but now, he was all tenderness and affection. She showed her appreciation by warming a little and running her hands through his hair. He laughed, a low happy growl, and he squirmed out of his clothes — seemed he was spending more of this day out of them than in. He took her passionately but not with his usual brutal force. He was rewarded by a soft moan in his ear and the arching of her back as she thrust up to meet him with her hips.
"Victor..." she moaned, her hands sliding down his back to his ass, bravely showing him what she wanted and shoving him into her harder.
He laughed and replied with a tease in his voice, "Mary."
Oh, how Victor's mind was spinning. This felt so very right. Her body was soft and feminine, her breasts pressed against him in a very pleasant way. This was no odorless male pilot, this was a living flesh and blood woman. He wasn't gay, he wasn't bi-sexual, he was meant to be here with a woman. It had just been so long, he had forgotten how good and right it felt to be here, her legs wrapped around him and her soft moans in his ears. He could smell her sex and her arousal, a powerful aroma driving him crazy with lust. More than that, he could hear her heart beating, faster and faster now, as her own lust grew. He knew he was pleasing her and it thrilled him beyond measure.
He had always found her pretty, it was what had driven him to use her the first two times. He knew it had been different then, he knew he had hurt her. He had made her bleed, struck her repeatedly to get her to perform orally on him, something he knew she despised. He hadn't cared then, but that was different now. Here was a strange way to apologize, to make up for some of that. He was deliberately gentle, chuckling softly in her ear and taking her nice and easy. He was enjoying her, enjoying this, being with her, with Mary.
She was writhing under him now, her passion rising in strength. He pounded her but no more than what her hands had demanded. She bucked and shivered, then convulsed below him, the first woman to ever climax from his attention. He hadn't even waited for her the two times he had abused her before, he just took what he had wanted and left her behind, aching and bleeding. This time, her climax filled him with a sense of happiness and pride.
He was wound from the sex, but Kimble had taken a lot out of him. As much as he was enjoying this, he didn't think he had it in him to finish. Oddly enough, he just didn't care. He relaxed and slowed, kissing her neck and smelling her sweet feminine smells.
Mary was happy now, delighted by what he had just done to her. Clearly his time spent with Kimble was paying off. She had been very much aware that his temper had cooled and he was paying more attention to things around him, enjoying life more. She said nothing, not wanting to spoil the moment, and they just lay together quietly. She was a bit surprised when he grew quieter still and then began to gently snore. She knew from the pile of clothes that he and Kimble'd had another session, but she wasn't prepared for him to go out of his way to please her without getting off on it himself. Why would he even care? She realized then that Creed hadn't been going out prowling as much as he used to. Was this a test of manhood? She could see he had been conflicted over Kimble's gender, she had known it the moment Kimble wasn't allowed to walk about naked in spite of the dog collar. If this was in fact a test, she hoped he had passed. He would be in a happy mood later.
Mary lay with him for a while, stroking his shaggy blond hair gently. Creed wasn't a bad looking man, he was ruggedly handsome in a craggy Harrison Ford kind of way. He would never be pretty. But there was something in his eyes when he had smiled at her without malice, something vaguely attractive. It was happening more and more the longer Kimble was around. His anger was gone, the beast in him quiet enough to notice her for real. He was more careful with his tone of voice, especially after he had hit her the last time. The fudge he had brought her was also saying something. He had taken the time to think of her. Did he really like her, or was this something he'd done to pass the time? She chided herself for being silly, Sabretooth wasn't the kind of man to be what she would want anyway. She carefully eased herself out from under him and covered him up with the blanket that was always there.
He smiled and laughed softly without waking. "Rose..." he whispered, his large hands curled up at his throat.
She backed away, having no idea who he was talking about. He had said it like a caress, a word filled with love and longing. It gave her pause, once more making her think about him differently. No monster would say a name with such love if there wasn't a heart in him somewhere trying desperately to come out. Victor was changing. She dressed, leaving her thoughts behind, and went back out to the car, getting the bags of Christmas stuff she had bought ready.
Kimble shuffled out of the bedroom a few minutes later, his eyes droopy and happy as he always was after a good session with the Master. He was dressed only in his pants and was pulling his shirt over his head, being sloppy with it. She gave him a hand, frowning at the large long scratches that scored his chest. There were more than usual and just looked wrong there, swirled around his fine tattoo and ruining it. He said nothing, but gave her a loving kiss, laughing softly from the rush of her power as it cascaded into him, healing him. It wasn't enough to take her to the grey sky of Kimble's limbo but it was a significant draw. He shivered against her, snickering and giving her a loving embrace. "Where didja go taday?"
"It's a surprise."
"I likes surprises."
Creed woke himself at that moment, well rested after his short cat nap. They all went outside and lugged the tree inside. Victor sat back while Mary and Kimble decorated it, soaking up their laughter as they fooled about. He was enjoying this, it almost seemed as though he had a family now. Later that night, they shut off all the lights and lay in the dark, smoking some pot and happily watching the twinkling of the pretty lights.
A short time later, Kimble got up and fixed them all a little something to eat. Afterwards, he was in the kitchen cleaning up the last of the dishes and decided to check in on what the others were doing, it was so quiet in the cabin now. He turned and looked behind him, a smile spreading across his face at the sight of his two Masters.
Mary was stretched out on the couch, one hand tangled in the long strands of Creed's hair. Her eyes were closed. She wasn't asleep now but close to it, in that magical twilight place in between. The Master was seated on the floor, his back to the couch and Mary, his eyes tiny now from being high and utterly contented. There was only the tree and the fire, all the warmth he needed. He grinned slightly when he saw Kimble standing there, looking at him with such love.
The pilot finished with the towel and came into the room, walking silently as always. He came close and crouched down in front of him, leaning in for a kiss. Their mouths collided in a gentle embrace that was all love, not passion. The making love was over, this was only about what Kimble wanted to say without words. Creed's hands cupped his face and showed his approval, of his acknowledgment of what Kimble had wanted to express. Kimble smiled and carefully lay down, placing his head in his Master's lap to be petted. He felt his Master's hand touch him and shivered from the love there, the absolute love. He closed his eyes and hummed softly, a nonsense tune and let sleep take him.