A/N: The Victor Creed/Sabertooth in this story is the Liev Schribier version. The lyrics to "On Fire" by Switchfoot is the property of their respected writer(s) and publishing company. I mean no harm in using the lyrics to this song. I am not trying

to use it in any disrespectful way and, I know that it is a Christian song. I am not using any of these characters as God or saying that any of them are God, I am mearly using the song lyrics for part of my story.

Victor trapsed through the small house seeking out Jessica. There weren't many rooms to search so this would be quick. He was a hulking man but he could be quiet as a mouse if he had to. Victor found her lying next the John Allerdyce in the bedroom. No one knew he stood over her. He reached down and put his hand over her mouth and one of his sharp nails under his chin.

"You scream and I'll gut you like a fish you understand," he whispered coldly into her ear.

She shook her head with eyes wide. She wanted to bit his hand but she knew it wouldn't hurt him at all. Since he healed instantly it wouldn't do her any good. Screw him for coming and ruining her life again!

Victor lead her out of the front door and threw her over his shoulder. Jessica knew not the even so much as bring an ember into her palm. Victor would kill her if she even tried to use her powers, and he more than likely would stayed slient as the grave, not even so much as breathing audibly. He ran for what seemed like miles until they arrived at a two story log cabin. Jessica knew this house very, very well. She had frequented it at one time. Victor threw the front door open.

Jessica pounded on his back with her fists.

"Let me go! Let me go," she said struggling.

Victor let her down pushing her up the stairs. When they were to the bedroom Jessica slapped him across the face. He chuckled.

"Take me back you asshole," she insisted.

"You know I can't do that babe," Victor said. "he's no good for you."

"What? Like you are?"

Jessica gave him a dark changlling stare.

Victor picked her up easily and threw her down onto the bed. He was going to do it. Victor held his weight over her and unbuttoned his pants. She was shaking, whether from fear. The situation that she was in brought back so many memories. He slid her underwear down and without a single word slid roughly into her. He let out a primal grunt when he pushed himself into her again. He was huge and bulky and she though she was going to break. He moved into her harshly and hard. She didn't notice it but she was moving with him. Her hips meeting his. She liked it. God help her, she actually liked it!

She tried to make herself cry out, to tell him to stop but words escaped her. He was so big and heavy that he was pushing her into the mattress with his weight. Every time he thrust into her the bed rocked too. His fingernails tore at the pillows and little feathers were littering her hair.

"That's it baby," he roared as their pace sped. He held her to him and buried his face into her neck.

She tore at his skin and nipped at his neck. She bit him once and drew blood. He loved that and growled when she did it. He did her long and hard taking her to the brink only to pull back at the last moment.

"I love you," he said once while he was moving inside of her.

Jessica had her limbs tangled around his hard muscled body, wanting to be as close to him as she could. There was something about him that wouldn't let her stop. He was savage, a true animal and the way he made love revealed that in him. He was grinding into her so hard that she imagined them rutting up against a tree in the woods. He flipped her over and raked the rest of their clothes from their bodies. After they were completely naked he took her from behind watching them in the mirrored headboard. They were Beauty and the Beast, and the Beast was ravaging the Beauty.

He loved what he saw. The two of them tangled together, he had the upper hand. He was strong and fierce but, that lewd stare she gave his reflection was as dark as onyx. He was lost in those eyes and now he was the weaker one. She moaned his name in a mew and she loved it when he talked dirty to her. He pulled her hair and kissed and licked every part of her that he could. He left fang marks on one of her nipples and her flipped him over on his back and got on top of him. He reached up and put his hands on her breasts as she rode him. He was the one moaning now.

She came still riding him and he felt her climax shake him. With that feeling washing over him and literaly down him he came inside of her. His claws sank into her arms leaving slices in the flesh which made her come again.

"Fuckin' hell," he roared.

Victor collasped back onto the bed with his arms out like a scarecrow. His massive chest was heaving up and down as he tried to catch his breath. He gave a gruff laugh as he looked up at her. Her long hair was brushing his chest, her red mingling with his dark brown. The tickle of it was bringing goosebumps to his chest. Jessica fell foward onto him putting her arms above his head. She looked so fragile and small compared to him. Her small petite frame being swallowed by this mammoth of a man. Her hair splayed out across him dressing him in a silky vermillion cloak. Her breasts being tickeled by his chest hair.

Jessica gave a little giggle and a satisfied sigh as her body became more relaxed ontoVictor. Victor rolled over onto his side sliding her off of him and beside him on the bed. He looked into her eyes, his hazel stare catching her gray.

"You want some food kid," he said.

"Who are you calling kid, old man? And, yes I'd love some," Jessica smiled.

Victor smiled back at her and leaned in to kiss her. This was their inside joke. She was very much younger than him but nowhere near a kid and he was an old man by any standards.

"Stay here," he told her. "I'll be right back."

Victor slid out from under the sheets and very unashamed walked naked down the stairs to the kitchen. Jessica watched his gorgeous ass as he padded through the door and around the corner. After he was gone she rolled over onto her back and stared up at the ceiling feeling quite proud that she had somewhat tamed the savage beast.

She could hear him in the kitchen rummaging through the cabinets, the refrigerator, throwing silverware around. She heard him let out a frustrated growl when he couldn't find what he was looking for. She smiled to herself. A few moments later Victor came up the stairs holding a silver tray of different fruits, a bottle of champange, and glasses in front of his groin.

"What would the lady like this evening," he said.

She was now sitting up in the bed the sheets pulled up over her chest. She giggled because she knew that his question had been a double entendre. He was not doing a good job of hidding his growing member with the tray.

"How about both," she said smokily taking a peach into her mouth and bitting into it.

Victor answered her by giving her a low gutteral growl. Now she was the one throwing in double entendres. He stalked toward her, his eyes dark and full of lust. They had done this many times. Many times when she was much younger and knew nothing of love. Having sex with him now while she wanted it was different. She had never experienced these feelings before. Their love making long ago wasn't always something she wanted. The senstaions and feelings she had now since the she wanted this were not the same as when she was his pet. She felt things with emotions that she thought she'd locked away years ago.

The girlish playfulness, longing, lust, happiness. Years on the street prepared her for a hard cruel world. Her first year with Victor had taughted her more of the same. She ran to him when she was out on the street for a year. He had found her in an alley digging through the trash like a rat. The street life wasn't for her and her powers scared her as she tried to grow up. So, Victor had promised a place to stay, a warm bed, food, and protection. How foolish she had been to think that it didn't come with a price. The price of becoming Victor's lover, all the rage he pent up came out in their love making. She had done horrible things while she was with him, hurt many people and lost who she was.

He could be savage and harsh and he didn't care if her hurt her. He never use to care if he wasn't there to feed her emotions when she woke up. He had scared her with all of his violence and anger but, she was able to tame some of those parts of him after being with him for a learned what she liked and what she didn't and he had tried to change for her. Only, chage for Victor Creed was a hard concept, he had only known rage since he was a kid. Jessica hated to think about it but maybe he was falling for her back then and she him. She had lied to John when she said she had stayed in a shelter until she came to the mansion. She had stayed with Victor and now after growing up she ran to him again.

Some people would have thought he was all bad but, here in the twilight of what was once their bed he was almost human. The dark side of Victor Creed melted away in her arms and after it was over she always prayed that the kind side of him stayed and the vicious Sabertooth left for good. It never happened. In the wee hours of morning he would leave her sleeping there while he went out and hunted down victims and unleashed his anger, rage, and animalistic tendencies. It only took him one time to lay a hand on her in anger and she left him. She never dreamed she'd enter his bed again. Back then things were different. Now, Victor seemed sensuous, sexy, a bit less ferocious. A part of her wondered if he was only acting.

When he took her here it seemed like he cared, like he wanted to protect her. The way it may be for Rogue if she went for Logan, Jessica thought. He had been a different version of Victor Creed, a fair-tale version that she never knew existed. Part of her now dreamed that she could stay here with him if he was really a changed man. She loved John, wanted to be with him forever but Victor had been the only man she had ever known. The times she spent with him before had pressed her into submission. Victor was the only man who could break her down, the only man who could put her in a box.

That little voice inside of her told her that he would never love her as John did, that he would turn into Sabertooth in a matter of minutes. John would be devistated if she never came back. How could she even think of staying here? She was so confused about her life. As she lay there under Victor for the second time that night a song entered her head. It was beautiful and true of all three of the men in her heart, of herself, and of the world.

They tell you where you need to go

They tell you when you need to leave

They tell you what you need to know

They tell you who you need to be.

But everything inside you

knows there's more than what you've heard

There's so much more than empty conversations

filled with empty words

And you're on fire

when he's near you

You're on fire when he speaks

You're on fire buring at these mysteries.

Give me one more time around

give me one more chance to see,

Give me everything you are

Give me one more chance to be near you.

When everything inside me

Looks like everything I hate

You are the hope I have for change

You are the only chance I'll take

And I'm on fire when you're near me

I'm on fire when you speak

I'm on fire burning at these mysteries.

I'm standing on the edge of me,

I'm standing on the edge of everyhing I've ever

been

And I've been standing at the edge of me, standing

at the edge.

After he was finished with her Jessica turned over and silently cried herself to sleep. This monster had control over her again and she hated herself for it.

R&R please.

P.S: The sort of theme song for Victor and Jessica I have in my mind is "The Kill" by 30 Seconds to Mars. It seems to fit them and their relationship. It's kind of what I based their feelings for each other on.