Victor thought that they had already talked about this, back in the X-men's mansion. How Anna wasn't a prey nor weak. How he was her mate and she was his. It was all so clear to him. He wanted her, as his mate, partner and friend. He had made all of it clear to her, or so he had thought.

Anna's outburst at the bathroom had been shocking. Leaving the feral man speechless and just go with basic things to take care of his mate. Now that they both were back in the bed, calmer and processing, he tried to find right way to take care of this problem.
He had decades of experience of reading and manipulating people. He was good at that. He was good at making others bend under his will.
It was a whole different thing to try and mend a person. It made him happy and a bit tender as how Anna held him high regard. How she feared of losing him as it resonated with his own fears towards her. It was another thing that he liked about the woman: she didn't play games, she wanted things simple and straight. Victor would gladly take that kind of approach to the problems between them, even if she struggled at first to tell him. She just needed to see that he wasn't gonna spook from little things.

But it would be difficult to teach his bambi from that kind of bad behavior. Her pa really beat sense of doubt in her. Sabretooth really hated that asshole...

"Father used to say," Anna's sudden voice, hoarse and quiet from crying, almost startled Victor: "That I was gonna be a real beast like him. He made it sound, like it was my destiny or something, that I was a special child."
Instead of offering smartass comment, Victor decided to stay silent. It felt like a best thing to do as it seemed, that this was something Anna felt like needing to do. Maybe to sort her mind or to explain something. He had already figured out what her childhood had been like, but if she needed to tell about it to get those stupid ideas out of her head, he would gladly let her talk. Holding her against him, his chin on the top of her head and his claws caressing her back under the blankets.

"When I started to mutate..." He started to smell salty tears again. He nuzzled against her head and let the woman take her time, till she continued: "He was disappointed. I was disappointed. I was sad. Instead of anything... Like him, I was just... Everything changed. He didn't love me anymore. He just kept trying to fix me. He said he was fixing me. Fuck-!"
It was all familiar to Victor. The anger. The bitterness. The sadness. Facing everyday your parent's resentment and everything they doing just emphasizing that you're just wrong.

"Satan's spawn, I'll make you' right boy. I'll pull the bad seed out of you everyday till you stop growin' these nasty claws and fangs of a beast!"

Victor hugged sniffling Anna tighter, for both of theirs comfort.

"He had her in the basement," Anna choked and that caught his attention. "I didn't know."
"Who?"
"My mother. He had her in chains. I- I found her. She screamed and- He came. I think- He- Killed her. Turned her- I think I ate her!"

It made so much sense of things. Things just clicking into their places in his mind. For now Victor had thought Anna just hated other mutants and men for how her father had treated her, but to see how her mother had gotten the worse of it- It made so much sense to him! Anna was afraid she and him would turn into something like that.

Sitting up with his mate in his arms, Victor put both hands around Anna and slightly rocked back and forth. Remembering some things from the time he used to look after his baby brother. Runt was such a crybaby as a kid. Not offering silly words of things gonna be okay however, Victor just purred for Anna. Keeping her close and safe, shielding her vulnerability with comfort and acceptance. They both were such a mess, in same ways. It was bitterly reassuring.
Anna took her time to calm back down. For the first time actually telling someone of the horror the relationship between her parents installed into her. Fearing that her relationships would into like that, if she ever let anyone that close. Either she acting like her father, or becoming like her mother. There was also the guilt. She could had done something. She could had saved her mother. Somehow. Maybe if she hadn't turned into prey, she could had saved that screaming woman from father.
If she just was something like Sab-

"My pop also put me into a basement." Anna became quiet while he continued. "Didn't turn me into meat cubes, though, after getting my nails and teeth pulled out every night that would had been good enough alternative. Worst manicure I've ever had in my whole ass long life. Zero stars."

It came out as poorly intended joke but even Victor was as shocked as Anna seemed to be. In his mind chiding himself as what the hell was that?!

"Wha- What the fuck?!"

Yeah he screwed this up, he's so losing Anna after that shitty- Wait. Victor blinked in confusion as he noticed, that Anna was laughing. She was actually laughing with her face hidden against his chest. Dumbfounded, maybe some relieved, the beast man smiled unsurely as the woman looked up to him with a shocked but amused expression.
"Ser- Seriously?"
He shrugged, grinning and going with it. "It's true. Not even once anesthesia, just a pliers and he started pulling."
That made the humor leave her hazel eyes. Instead giving him look of sympathy that poked at his pride. He didn't need pity. From anyone.
He didn't stop her as Anna took his hand, she straddling his lap, and brought it to her face. Looking at his claws. She did that a lot. Looking at his nails, touching them in fascination. It always unnerved him, unsure if it was in good or bad way, making him feel this weird fluttering in his stomach.

"I like your claws," she says and he, emotionally, immediately is skeptical. It's a natural reaction from him.

"Yeah, they're the prettiest," he says with obvious sarcasm. And earns a glare from her. It surprised him.
"They," she holds tighter onto his fingers, bringing the tips against her lips, completely ignoring the risk of getting a cut from them as she speaks against them: "Are beautiful. I wish I could have these..."
Feeling uneasiness, he doesn't really think as he says: "They're yours."
They stare at each other in equal embarrassment. Despite how he a good at intimating people, he just seemed to make a joke out of himself with his mate while trying to comfort her. But it was worth it, if she would always answer with that smile of hers and touch him affectionately.
"You're such a smooth talker," Anna tried to joke back, lowering her hands while still holding onto his fingers. She sobered quickly though.

"How... About your mother?"

The question dulled Sabretooth's smile, he pondering his question carefully. Truth was, that he wasn't completely sure. He thinks, that his father killed her. That's how they ended living at Howlett estate. But sometimes, Victor wonders was it actually he who killed his mother and not his father. Because sometimes he got these... Thoughts, flashes, and is unsure are those memories or just imagination created by guilt.
No matter, because at the end-

"Dead," he first answers. Then after looking at his claws resting against Anna's stomach he continues: "She never hated me. Even when I killed my brother. She always tried to keep pop away from me. Till he had enough of her."

Not successfully but she cared. Sneaking into the basement to sooth his pain and wounds, when father wasn't around. She was a good mother.

Hearing about Victor's mother was fascinating for Anna. Making her wonder about her own. Reminding that she had a lot of questions about the woman, as even X-men or FBI couldn't come up with anything. She was a missing piece, that could give Anna the answer. For whatever this relationship with Victor could work. The feral woman wants this to work, she hesitant as she cups Victor's cheeks. He giving a curious look and then relaxes as she presses their foreheads together. His hands quickly embracing her by grasping her hips.

"If I'm yours, does that mean you're mine?" she asks, hoping her nervousness is hidden behind closed eyes. The question sounds stupid in her ears.
"Yeah," Victor's purring voice caresses her core: "I'm yours, bambi."

Licking her lips and opening her eyes to look at the man, who stares back with warmth and desire, Anna feels something new. It's like she could suddenly breath freely with lightness in her heart. Finally trust that she can be... Happy?

"Okay, you're mine," she nods and giggles. Then turns shy as Victor leans his forehead against her shoulder, his breathing tickling her neck. "Mine," comes the growl softly and deep. Swallowing she resists, as always, because giving in easily wasn't her nature: "My puss."
Snickering with her, the man took a nibble on her neck and instead of getting mad, Anna took it as a challenge for something fun. She doesn't let Victor bite her more than twice before pushing him down with her sitting on top. Her fingers feel him up and she smiles as how he moans shortly. Giving approving look the feral man rests his hands on his mate's hips and just enjoys of the touches.

He liked how things were with her in the end. They both wanting each other and nothing else. It was simple as that.