So much can happen in a year

A/N: - I'm not at all certain how this chapter has worked out so I would really *really* like some feedback on this, thanx to y'all who've read and reviewed so far ;)



Chapter 10

July



Hank rolled over, wrinkling his nose and opening one eye as a gust of stale breath rolled over the pillow and into his face. He wasn't entirely sure when this had become a regular thing, sharing the same bed but he *could* pinpoint when it had started. He'd been working late into the night in the lab again when Jean had popped in for a chat, check up and manipulate him into going to bed.



Hank couldn't stop himself from grinning into the pillow. Jean really had a handle on emotional manipulation...the trembling lower lip, the wide eyes and the 'but we're all *so* worried about you, Hank' were particularly effective. He'd staggered back and all but fell onto the bed, the lights still out. He had just been drifting off when a weight had settled behind him, Creeds scent rolling round the room as a thickly muscled arm pulled him back against a warm body. Hank had been too tired to argue and...it had become almost routine.



The Doctor frowned a little, unconsiously mimicking the scowl on his lovers sleeping face. Sabretooth never touched him here. Oh there were arms flung everywhere (who knew that one of the worlds most feared assasins in the world was a cuddler?!) and Hank was frequently kicked or poked or accidently punched or shoved out of the bed. But none of it seemed terribly...purposeful. Even when Hank was *aching* for Creeds touch, throwing out pheremones left right and centre and not exactly being discreet Creed still wouldn't touch him in *that* way.



Hank was starting to wonder if Creed was getting bored with the...arrangement. Especially now Creed knew that -



"Stop it" Creed growled, voice husky from sleep, without opening his eyes,



"Stop what?" Hank asked, propping his head up in his palm to look down at the other man,



"Worryin about whatever it is you're worryin about...ya silences are louder than dead peoples" He huffed a little, shifting closer and Hank bit his lower lip...it had been too long but then...the evidence of what Hank was pressing against Creeds hip and the assasin was doing nothing to - "Stop it I said" Creed growled, still not opening his eyes, scowling a little. Hank took a deep breath and swooped down before his brain could tell him what a bad idea this was and kissed his lover. Creeds eyes snapped open in suprise, taking a minute to focus on him but not reacting in any other way than to kiss him back, his work roughed hands sliding over Hanks shoulders,



"Sorr-"



"Halle-fuckin'-lujah" Creed murmured before rolling on top of him, Hank gasped at the sudden delicious weight, loving the warmth and the scent and - He looked up sharply at a familiar hardness pressing insistantly against his thigh and Creed grinned at him. The doctor opened his mouth to speak and found it full of Creeds tongue and suddenly the 'why's didn't matter as he moaned, holding Creed even closer. Oh how he'd *missed* the tingle of skin on skin, of Creeds commanding nature, of those rough hands and claws that left delicious little marks and -



"Hank?" There was another knock on the door, bringing the Doctor down from the heights he had been traversing, "McCoy! Ororo said to get your big blue butt out of bed, there's a briefing in five minutes...and bring Sabretooth as well" Logan's voice sounded thick with nausea even through the wood of the door. Hank groaned into Creeds shoulders for the exact opposite of what he wanted,



"Another one?" He called out,



"It's not *my* fault, Doc" Logan replied, "see you there" Hank gave in to the childish urge and threw a pillow at the door even as Creed got out of the bed they shared,



"This isn't a school it's an alarm clock waiting for the inopportune moment" The doctor groused softly as he slid out of the bed, hunting for his trousers and yelling when he was grabbed around the waist, spinning round just in time to be crushed against Creeds chest,



"If ya didn't love the place-" He growled lowly, his lips brushing Hanks, "ya wouldn't be here"



~*~



Hank tried desperatly not to yawn. Ororo reading through the school statistics when he'd already done so himself was not an entertaining time. Logan, Kurt, Warren, Rogue, Sabretooth, Cyclops, Jean and Kitty all looked in a similar state - Kittys head dropped and was brought up sharply as she tried not to fall asleep. Even Xaviers eyes had the distant glassy stare that meant his mind was not here but on other matters. Other matters, Hank thought grumpily, other matters such as tinkering in the lab or grading papers or...something *useful*. His claws clicked off the back of Scotts chair as he drummed his fingers impatiently -



"-also have figured out a way to save on paper towels and -" Hank fought away a yawn, stretching his legs. He and Sabretooth had been forced to stand at the back, arriving late with all the seats gone. Sabretooth sighed heavily beside him, hot breath ruffling his hair, and Hank tried not to smile. Creed got bored at the most interesting parts of the day, this must have been pure tort- The Doctor tensed all over as one of Creeds hands slowly trailing down his back and sliding behind the waistband of his trousers -



"Oh!" Hank bit his lower lip as everyone turned to look at him,



"You had something to add, Hank?" Ororo asked polietly,



"Oh, nothing I just remembered...something I had to speak to a collegue about" The Doctor mumbled as his face burnt bright red. Logan shot him a disgusted look and Hank tried to move out of reach but Creeds hand slid down the back of his trousers and tugged, holding him firmly in place. Ororo raised an eyebrow,



"O-kay" She murmured, looking back at her notes before carrying on,



"Just what do you think you are doing?" Hank hissed, turning his head a little to look at Creed out of the corner of his eye. Sabretooth smirked though his eyes were still on Storm,



"Pay attention, McCoy" He growled softly. Hank shifted, leaning on the back of Scotts chair and tried to focus on what was being said. Creeds hand slipped lower, turning to cup his backside, squeezing oh so very gently. One of Hanks knees started to tremble as his backside was slowly, thouroughly massaged by a rough, hot hand. He glanced at Creed from the corner of the eye, Sabretooth looked as bored as before, not even bothering to stifle a yawn as his hand worked lower on Hanks ass. The Doctors eyes were fixed on the bookcase behind Ororo, trying to concentrate on reading the titles there and will away the rock hard erection he was currently sporting,



"-very own Dr McCoy has the answers, don't you Hank?" Oh God. Ororo was smiling at him expectantly. Everyone was looking. What was it they were just talking about?



"Research into the virus" Creed prompted softly,



"Ah! Of course!" Hank cleared his throat, "Thanks to the DNA samples given to us by the pentagon and my research, Washington -" The doctor faultered as one of Creeds fingers pressed lightly against his entrance, "Washington has agreed to fund some of my research so I can work -" He shuddered as Creed pressed *in*, his fingers tightening on the back of Scotts chair, "-work closely with Dr MacTaggart and a few other experts in the feild, unfortunatly I have been unable to do any further research due to the delicacy of the samples we've been given" Hank finished quickly, biting the inside of his mouth,



"Thank you Hank" Xavier said absently before turning back to Ororo. Hank sighed softly, pushing back as Creeds finger started a tiny rhythm of back and forth, moving just a little bit deeper each time, a little closer but not quite - oh -



"Yes!" Hank spoke outloud,



"You really think so Hank?" Ororo asked with a puzzled frown,



"Oh yes" He replied, a little more firmly than he had intended but with Creed teasing his prostate he didn't have time to waste on such frivolous things as what he was saying. Beside him Creed rolled his eyes, pressing firmly, delicately teasing the little nub of nerves. His legs trembled as pleasure washed over him at each little touch, the nerves of his skin suddenly super sensitive, able to feel every fibre of his suit pressing against his skin, the cold friction making his nipples hard, begging for attention, and the front of his trousers tent. Hank let his head drop, unable to hide the blush anymore, and concentrated on keeping his breathing even. He wanted to moan, to writhe *anything* that would make Creed go faster, harder *anything* - oh please, Creed you - yes, please, please, oh my stars and g - yes! Harder! Faster! Yes! The metal chair beneath his fingers started to squeak as it was slowly crushed as his hands fisted. Logan shot him a dirty look before standing to leave the room, Hank didn't care, he'd deal with the consiquences after - after - after oh please YES



"Creed!" Hank shivered as he came, the only thing keeping him upright was Creeds hand holding him up by his belt. Slowly he came back to himself and lifted his head, inwardly cringing as he opened his eyes. Everyone was looking at him again, his cheeks were flushed, he was still shivering from orgasm, his finger imprints would no doubt be left on the back of Scotts chair and -



"You really think Victor would be appropriate for this mission?" Xavier asked with a raised eyebrow, Hank felt the subtle push of telepathy against his mind and scrambled to block it clumsily. He did not want his earstwhile mentor knowing what just happened,



"I believe that Victor is appropriate for any mission" He looked back over his shoulder at his lover. Creed was trying very hard not to grin, though laughter twinkled in his eyes, "when he behaves himself" He added, Sabretooth sniggered,



"Yeah, I'll go on the mission. I can give ya an insiders view" He called out. Xavier smiled a little, suprised, but pleased that Creed was willing to take this step for the X-men,



"Very well, that's settled then, Victor, Scott and Logan...where is Logan?" Ororo looked around the room,



"He left" Creed said shortly, Hank could *hear* him trying not to laugh, "I'll go find him" Hank sighed, watching Sabretooth leave the room with an exaggerated wink at him and wondering just *how* he was supposed to leave when there were finger marks in the chair and a stain on the front of his trousers.