Okay I had another one hit me. Yes I know I have unfinished ones, and blame the blockage monster - and a few real world blockages - at least the creative juices are flowing in some direction.
Summary: We all know that the most successful hunters, serial killers, and psychopaths hide in plain sight, successfully blending in with normal society. Logically, Sabretooth should follow that trend. I've written him in a normal environment before, but not like this. 25 years after Origins, Origins Sabretooth/Victor CreedXOC. (Yes that puts him 'working' during X1, I am assuming the events of X1 took place over spring break, and that Creed has some control of how to alter his appearance so he is not 'recognized' in his 'day job.')
Disclaimer: I don't own them, no really I don't. I swear I make nothing off of this except the satisfaction to get some sick stuff out of my head safely.
LEMON ALERT! yes I know everyone is waiting for the LEMONAIDE so HERE it is!
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She woke up to the cacophonic sounds of children laughing abd screaming in the hallways, doors slamming, water running through the pipes and someone shouting. She curled into a fetal position on the huge bed and covered her ears with the pillow. Something Victor said the night he took her hunting clicked in her mind and she concentrated on the sound of water in the pipes. That helped, at least enough to crawl out of bed.
"Morning." He growled from the chair in her room.
"Is it? It sounds like the end of the world."
"You think this is bad, the math building has a horrible echo, so you get class changes magnified." She looked at him, really looked at him for the first time. His steel grey eyes were sunken, and dark circles framed them in his face. His facial hair was scruffy, and seemed to change color to an almost golden blonde. His eyebrows were long and unruly. He was wearing a leather shirt and pants and a long duster coat. He seemed bulkier, as if suddenly pumped up.
"Fury called last night, he needs me on a job." He explained.
"How'd you do that?" She finally asked.
"Discovered this trick about thirty years ago, I can rapidly grow my hair on my body, changes color too, all I have to do now is go feral and change the eye color and no one would recognize me." He grinned.
"Okay, that is cool."
"Not really, just something I use for survival." He shrugged it off. "Rogue said to ask if you need a Logan Special this morning."
She did a quick assessment. She wasn't ravenous, and for the first time felt actually fairly close to normal.
"Nope, I'm good." She said.
"Then get dressed, you're father's faster than I estimated. He's down stairs right now." She groaned.
"You do what you chose to do. - won't stop you if you decide to go home, just remember, if he ever hurts you - I will kill him." It was said calmly, like a math fact.
"I think I want to stay here." She said softly.
"Then you better get up and get dressed. You're telling him. You've got to face him on your own. If I did I'd rip his throat out." She nodded. There were times she felt that way.
He stood up and started to walk to the door.
"Victor, wait." She walked over to him. "Why are you doing this?"
"Doing what?"
"Leaving, taking the job for Fury." Her hand rested on his arm.
"You're mine to protect, to provide for, to take care of." He growled, shaking her hand off. "Gotta work ta do that."
"No you don't."
"Just leave it, and get dressed. Your idiot father is in the study."
"He's your idiot boss." She countered.
"No, he's not. I resigned this morning." He closed the door behind him.
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She had no idea just how she affected him. He slammed into his own room, only to find the last person he wanted to see sitting on. His bed.
"What do you want, Runt."
"Do you love her?" Victor glared at James.
"What kind of stupid question is that. I don't know the meaning of the word."
"Well, after sitting up last night reading those books you brought me, I beg to differ. You know it, you just don't like to admit it."
"So did they jog anything?"
"Not a damned thing, but there's no doubt its my handwriting, so I'm gonna trust it for now."
Victor shrugged. It was better than nothing
"Do you love her?"
"She's mine." He growled.
"That's not what I asked."
"That's the only answer I've got."
"Well then its a good thing you haven't gone and done something really stupid. Maybe leaving is a good thing."
"Why's that?"
"Hank got your DNA results back, and he was right, you're not related. And he talked to a friend of his in Australia, it seems, as long as the mating isn't consummated within a certain period of time, the marks fade away."
"What's the time period?"
"One to two weeks. They should start fading soon, as long as you don't do anything stupid."
"And if I do?"
"Then they are permanent." James laughed. "You dodged a bullet there. You can get out of it. No three a.m. pregnancy cravings, no nagging if you miss the laundry hamper, no kids running around making god awful noises. No doing something just to see her smile. No long snuggles on a Sunday morning while she runs her fingers over your chest. No special meals cooked just for you. Don't get me wrong, having a mate is great sex, but the permanence, well, that's barely my style...you'd go insane.". He growled at James.
"What makes you think that?"
"Well, according to my journals, you like things rough, and one time only, of course most women didn't survive it for another night, but still..."
"She's got a healing factor, she'd survive." He growled.
"Yeah but you don't have to worry about it, go on this job for Fury and when you get back, it'll all be over."
"Like Hell!" He roared. He stormed out of his room, dropping the duster on the floor. By the time he reached her bathroom door all he had on was his leather pants, and those were unfastened. She was leaning over the counter as he slammed the door open.
"Victor, what the..." He picked her up, and sat her on the counter.
"Do you want out?"
"What?"
"Of the marks...do you want out?"
"I didn't think there was a choice?"
"I'm giving you one, but you better decide now."
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She looked at him. He seemed almost manic, frantic. His arms were trembling on either side of her on the counter and his eyes were jet black.
Did she want out? He made her feel safe. Okay she'd been thinking about her lack of choices yesterday, but to go on without him...she couldn't do it.
"No, I don't." She reached up and cupped his cheek, leaning in to brush her lips over his. In the last few weeks she'd accepted him as a permanent part of her life. She hated the way he pushed her around, but the thought of him going away hurt, not only in her gut but in the scar on her neck.
He pulled back, and looked at her strangely again. She brushed his lips again, before gently letting her tongue run over his lips. He let out a strangled moan as she licked his lips again, tasting the moisture of his mouth as his lips parted slowly. She tilted her head slightly to give her better access, and tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him, reluctantly closer as her tongue explored his mouth while he growled low, his hands still on the bathroom counter.
He slowly got the idea that she wanted him to kiss her back, and she gave a soft encouraging growl as his tongue stroked hers. He pulled back, again, slowly.
"What the hell was that?" He said, his breath ragged, his voice with a hitch in it.
"What?" She tried not to giggle. Surely he knew what a kiss was.
"That. You did it in my office too.". He honestly looked confused.
"A kiss." She whispered.
"Never had one like that before." This time she did giggle.
"Yeah, right. Two hundred and twelve years and never been kissed."
"Never said I've never been kissed, just not like that." His voice had a strange growl.
"Well, then how have you been kissed." She laughed.
His hands moved fast, catching her face between them. His mouth possessed hers, he barely allowed her to breathe and she was tasting both of their blood as lips and tongues were caught on fangs. She whimpered and growled and when he finally let her up for air she realized her legs were wrapped around his waist, she could feel him throbbing against her core through the thin silk panties, and his hands were buried in her hair holding her where he had the best access to her mouth. Her hands were tight in his long hair that had come free of its tie.
"What the hell was that?" She whispered.
"A kiss." He said as his mouth possessed hers again. She had to admit hers was nice, his blew her mind. She didn't even whimper as she felt him at her suddenly exposed opening. He surged inside her and she cried out. It hurt, she had no idea why he hurt so much. He held still for a moment, and then started to move. She winced at the pain, but gradually it eased.
The whole time his mouth dominated her, trailing down her neck, his tongue and fangs finding her scar. She moaned as he moved deep inside her while his lips and tong and teeth drove her insane, the scar, its skin more sensitive than her nipples brushed by the coarse hair on his chest through the silk lace of her bra. Her own mouth found the scar on his neck and the feelings inside her body increased ten fold. She felt a deep rumble in his chest, and threw her head back letting his name ring from her lips as his pace increased and he pounded into her, the edges of the counter giving her just enough pain mixed with the throbbing pleasure to set her screaming again. This time the rumble grew louder, and she was nearly deafened as he let out a purely animalistic roar of pleasure and dominance.
She panted against his chest for a moment before he grabbed her from the counter, never separating their bodies, walked out to her room, and roughly dropped them both onto the bed, the impact driving him deeper into her and she cried out again, this time in pain. He stopped and looked down at her.
"You need to toughen up a bit, Kathy...it's you and me now." He growled, pulling back a bit, and starting to move again. She moaned, the sharp pain eased and the movements pushed her again, this time her claws dug into his back and she smelled his blood, pushing her again to a release that shook her entire body. He groaned and she could feel him release inside her.
She lay there panting, her legs dropped from his waist, resting on the bed as he disengaged and moved around her room. He opened drawers until he found clean panties and a bra. He growled and opened the closet and pulled out a blouse and pair of slacks and a pair of shoes.
"You're father is still downstairs." He said simply.
"Why?" She asked, still breathless as he dropped the clothes on the bed."
"Why what?" He growled at her.
"Why now?" She moved slowly, even with her healing factor she was sore. He grabbed his shirt from the floor and pulled it over his head. "Because, you're my mate, and nothing is going to change that, not your father, not Fury, not any other threat. You're my responsibility, mine to protect, mine to provide for, and yes mine to fuck. Get used to it."
Fuck...he was right, that was what it had been. She could honestly say she'd never been fucked before. Everyone she'd ever dated had been gentle, trying to prove their experience and expertise at lovemaking. They'd been nice, but none of them had given her the mind-blowing experience she'd just had. She remembered her kiss, and his hesitancy and tentativeness in it. Maybe he'd never had anyone to love or make love to him. That thought, considering his age, made her suddenly shudder with responsibility.
"Well, I'm going to say that goes both ways. If that bitch ever comes near you again, I'm ripping her fucking face off. You need someone to cook for you, whatever Rogue cooked yesterday fixed me right up, and I'm going to learn from her so I can take care of both of us, so guess what, Creed. You're my responsibility, mine to protect and care for and provide for, and mine to fuck - and make love to when the mood strikes me, so get fucking used to it...you're going to have to soften up a bit."
He glared at her, and then, grudgingly nodded.