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August
Ingonyama: - I have *no* idea what they were talking about :s but it *sounded* important, right? :) think Creed over stepped the mark on that one?
Lina - you know, I never thought of that but I really think you're right...hmm...that gives me an idea...oh and Creed has a fascination with taking peoples balls off because he's...well...*Creed*
Warning! Features Evil!Logan - which is all Lina's fault so there *sulks*
Chapter 11
August
Hank was sat at the breakfast bar in the kitchen, absent mindedly eating a bowl of lucky charms as he watched Tom and Jerry, grinning a little at their antics. Even geniuses needed down time, he thought, and what better way to do it than with everyone's favourite cat and mouse duo?
"These cartoons always lie ya know" Logan mumbled as Bobby guffawed, reaching into the fridge for a carton of milk and drinking straight from the bottle as he watched the cartoon. Hank shot him a questioning look, "the mouse never wins in real life" He grinned and Hank rolled his eyes, laughing as Bobby snorted orange juice,
"One of these days you're going to do serious damage to yourself" The Doctor called as Bobby choked, caught between laughing and moping up the orange juice,
"Didn't ya mother ever tell ya not to breathe and swallow at the same time?" Logan grinned, slapping the younger mans back,
"Gotta go" Bobby choked out, tears running down his face as he giggled and coughed, pulling himself out of the chair, laughing a new as Jerry trapped Toms tongue in a mouse trap. Hank shook his head as Logan turned the volume down a little, sliding into the vacated seat,
"That boy's got 'sadist' written all over him" He smiled down at his cereal,
"He ain't the only one" Logan said, so softly that Hank almost missed it. The Doctor looked up into steely brown eyes, his own narrowing thoughtfully,
"Care to repeat that, Logan?" He asked just as softly,
"You an' Sabretooth" Logan clarified, waving the carton of milk at him, "what's goin' on there?" Hank was really starting to hate himself for blushing,
"Nothing that you need to concern yourself over" He replied carefully, in a slow and deliberate manner, standing to put his empty bowl in the sink,
"You're one of my best friends, McCoy, I don't wanna see ya caught up in some...some trap with the likes of *him*" Logan snarled softly. The Doctor knew he should be grateful that Wolverine was trying to look out for him but Hank was a grown man, by gum! He could take care of himself,
"It's not what you think" He spoke as calmly as he could manage with irritation crawling up the back of his neck as he washed the bowl and put it on the draining board,
"And what do I think, doc?" Logan breathed. Hank shivered as Wolverines warm breath trailed up the back of his neck, turning round he found Logan a lot closer than he'd expected, he opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by a low growl, "I know what I smell, bub. The pheremones comin' off you two...it's disgustin" Logan took a step forward, effectivly pushing him back against the counter,
"Logan-"
"I ain't finished" The Wolverine growled, close to his ear, his tone dangerous as his fingers wrapped around Hanks wrists, pinning his hands against the edge of the worksurface despite the Doctors struggles, "you an' him...it'd never last ya know" He murmured into the blue pointed ear, "you belong here, with us...with the X-men...with me" Hank froze in absolute shock as a warm tongue ran around the curve of his ear,
"But Jean-"
"I let her get away from me" Logan growled, hips grinding forward, "I'm not about to let the same happen again-"
"Is that a fact, runt?" Hank had never been so happy to see Sabretooth,
"Creed" He breathed in relief. He would have smiled but Logan still held him pinned - he couldn't believe this was happening! Logan wasn't like this! It must be a nightm-
"Havin' fun?" Creed asked nonchalantly, taking a bite from an apple as he leant against the doorframe,
"Not whilst you're here" Logan snarled, fingers tightening around Hanks wrists as a familiar 'snikt' rang through the room. The Doctor glanced down to see Logans claws had gone *through* the worksurface,
"Well I ain't leavin' any time soon" Creed nodded to the TV as he walked into the room, "Tom an' Jerry's still on" Hank watched Sabretooth approach and - Logans head snapped forward quickly, his forehead connecting with Hanks lower lip when Creed punched the Wolverine. The Doctor was released as the two started to fight, lionesque roars and wolfish snarls filled the little space as the two tore chunks of flesh from each other,
"Ya gonna *bleed* runt" Sabretooth promised as they broke apart momentarily. Logan ducked under the punch aimed at his face, grabbing the fist and slashing it with his claws. Creeds howl was enough to goad Hank into action. He stepped forward into the fray, watching, as if in slow motion, as Logans claws swiped towards him from one direction and Creeds massive fist from the other - both stopped a hairsbreath from him,
"Enough now" He said quietly with a detatched calmness. It almost felt like he was watching the whole thing from afar. Hank was pulled to one side, Creeds hand suprisingly gentle on his wrist,
"Mine" Creed half snarled, half yelled, standing protectivly in front of Hank, towering over Wolverine who simply glared, wiping away the blood from his lower lip even as it healed,
"For now" Logan snapped before bolting from the room. Creed let out a low growl, a deep feline sound that made Hank shiver as he was scrutinized by unfathomable eyes, he watched Sabretooth blink and a trace of humanity flickered behind those golden slit pupiled eyes,
"Alright?" Creed growled, tugging him close, his uninjured hand pressing against the small of Hanks back, holding him close. Hank trembled, trying to catagorize what the heck had just happened, as Creeds nose ran up his neck, over his cheek - *scenting him*, "you smell frightened" Creed growled lowly, the hairs on the back of his neck spiked with anger, he licked a long line across one of Hanks cheek bones,
"I'm fine" Hank replied in a voice that was far more sure than he felt, "just..." Creed nodded a little, frowning in irritation as it opened a claw wound on the base of his neck,
"Come on" Hank started towards the door, slipping out of Creeds grasp, "lets get you to the lab and-"
"No" Creed yanked him back and Hank didn't even have it in him to care when his face ended up buried in Sabretooths shoulder, "ya still smell all wrong" He murmured against the top of Hanks head,
"The less said about your odor the better" Hank snapped back half heartedly, still busily trying to regain his wits. Logan, his friend for longer than he could remember...Logan...
"Easy now" Creed hushed, sitting and dragging him down with him, cradling him in his lap and pressing kisses along his jawline. Hank sighed, content for the moment to just *forget*
"Make me forget for now, Creed" He asked softly not caring where they were, his eyes fluttering closed as Sabretooth clumsily removed the Doctors glasses, flinging them carelessly onto the coffee table beside them. Creed kissed him, roughly and possesivly but with passion and Hank moaned, melting against him as he straddled Creeds hips. The assassin tore at Hanks clothes, not caring for buttons or zips until he touched warm, willing flesh, raking his claws over blue skin hard enough to make the doctor shudder and buck up into the touch,
"Lube" Creed growled lowly, hating the loss of hot flesh pressed against him as Hank lifted away, reaching for the little slice of butter left over on one of the breakfast trays nearby but it gave him the opportunity to unbutton his flies, "mine" He muttered, almost without thinking about it, squeezing Hanks tight backside roughly before snatching half the butter. Hank was breathing heavily already, his clothes half torn off as he looked down at the man beneath him. Creeds lips were parted a little as he frowned in concentration, one slippery finger finding Hanks willing entrance and pushing in slowly but surely, loving the way Hanks back arched, the way he threw his head back to moan, deep and wanton and yes! Creeds hips thrust upwards of their own accord as Hank wrapped a hot, soft, slick hand around him, tugging firmly, thumb running over the head of Creeds cock skillfully, "fast learner" Sabretooth accused with a grin, moaning as they set up a rhythm, a second finger rapidly joined by a third inside Hank. The Doctor was moaning almost constantly now, completely giving himself up to the sensations, *that* *spot* inside of him sending wave after wave of exquisite pleasure over him,
"Victor! In me!" He begged, already riding Creeds fingers before they were withdrawn and swiftly, brutally hard replaced with Creeds cock. Sabretooth slammed into him from below, clawed hands cutting into his hips - the small tingle of pain only serving to send Hank spiralling higher and higher - would leave bruises and cuts, their growls filled the room, drowning out the TV and - "Victor! Please! *Please*!" Hank practically wailed and -
-bucked hard as he came, writhing with the bed clothes wrapped around his ankles. He panted heavily as he came down from the hights he had been traversing. He was in bed, the little alarm clock flashed red numbers at him from the bedside table 00:41 he frowned at it, noticing the hand carressing his hip and turned to the owner. Creed grinned down at him smugly, eyes flashing in the dim moonlight,
"What-"
"You were havin' what sounded like a bad dream" Creed interupted his breathless query, "I thought I'd help out" Sabretooth emphasised his words with a squeeze to Hanks spent cock that made the Doctor shudder with too sharp pleasure. Hank laughed breathlessly, relieved, thank God it was just a dream,
"Last time I say yes to cheesy pizza just before bed" He grinned at his lover. Creed rolled his eyes and kissed the corner of his mouth, laughing softly as he rolled on top of Hank,
"Like it was forced on ya Doc"
A/N - *YES* I know Wolverine is supposed to be really short but...just pretend he's wearing platforms or something ok? Poetic liscence an all that wot?
Lina - you know, I never thought of that but I really think you're right...hmm...that gives me an idea...oh and Creed has a fascination with taking peoples balls off because he's...well...*Creed*
Warning! Features Evil!Logan - which is all Lina's fault so there *sulks*
Chapter 11
August
Hank was sat at the breakfast bar in the kitchen, absent mindedly eating a bowl of lucky charms as he watched Tom and Jerry, grinning a little at their antics. Even geniuses needed down time, he thought, and what better way to do it than with everyone's favourite cat and mouse duo?
"These cartoons always lie ya know" Logan mumbled as Bobby guffawed, reaching into the fridge for a carton of milk and drinking straight from the bottle as he watched the cartoon. Hank shot him a questioning look, "the mouse never wins in real life" He grinned and Hank rolled his eyes, laughing as Bobby snorted orange juice,
"One of these days you're going to do serious damage to yourself" The Doctor called as Bobby choked, caught between laughing and moping up the orange juice,
"Didn't ya mother ever tell ya not to breathe and swallow at the same time?" Logan grinned, slapping the younger mans back,
"Gotta go" Bobby choked out, tears running down his face as he giggled and coughed, pulling himself out of the chair, laughing a new as Jerry trapped Toms tongue in a mouse trap. Hank shook his head as Logan turned the volume down a little, sliding into the vacated seat,
"That boy's got 'sadist' written all over him" He smiled down at his cereal,
"He ain't the only one" Logan said, so softly that Hank almost missed it. The Doctor looked up into steely brown eyes, his own narrowing thoughtfully,
"Care to repeat that, Logan?" He asked just as softly,
"You an' Sabretooth" Logan clarified, waving the carton of milk at him, "what's goin' on there?" Hank was really starting to hate himself for blushing,
"Nothing that you need to concern yourself over" He replied carefully, in a slow and deliberate manner, standing to put his empty bowl in the sink,
"You're one of my best friends, McCoy, I don't wanna see ya caught up in some...some trap with the likes of *him*" Logan snarled softly. The Doctor knew he should be grateful that Wolverine was trying to look out for him but Hank was a grown man, by gum! He could take care of himself,
"It's not what you think" He spoke as calmly as he could manage with irritation crawling up the back of his neck as he washed the bowl and put it on the draining board,
"And what do I think, doc?" Logan breathed. Hank shivered as Wolverines warm breath trailed up the back of his neck, turning round he found Logan a lot closer than he'd expected, he opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by a low growl, "I know what I smell, bub. The pheremones comin' off you two...it's disgustin" Logan took a step forward, effectivly pushing him back against the counter,
"Logan-"
"I ain't finished" The Wolverine growled, close to his ear, his tone dangerous as his fingers wrapped around Hanks wrists, pinning his hands against the edge of the worksurface despite the Doctors struggles, "you an' him...it'd never last ya know" He murmured into the blue pointed ear, "you belong here, with us...with the X-men...with me" Hank froze in absolute shock as a warm tongue ran around the curve of his ear,
"But Jean-"
"I let her get away from me" Logan growled, hips grinding forward, "I'm not about to let the same happen again-"
"Is that a fact, runt?" Hank had never been so happy to see Sabretooth,
"Creed" He breathed in relief. He would have smiled but Logan still held him pinned - he couldn't believe this was happening! Logan wasn't like this! It must be a nightm-
"Havin' fun?" Creed asked nonchalantly, taking a bite from an apple as he leant against the doorframe,
"Not whilst you're here" Logan snarled, fingers tightening around Hanks wrists as a familiar 'snikt' rang through the room. The Doctor glanced down to see Logans claws had gone *through* the worksurface,
"Well I ain't leavin' any time soon" Creed nodded to the TV as he walked into the room, "Tom an' Jerry's still on" Hank watched Sabretooth approach and - Logans head snapped forward quickly, his forehead connecting with Hanks lower lip when Creed punched the Wolverine. The Doctor was released as the two started to fight, lionesque roars and wolfish snarls filled the little space as the two tore chunks of flesh from each other,
"Ya gonna *bleed* runt" Sabretooth promised as they broke apart momentarily. Logan ducked under the punch aimed at his face, grabbing the fist and slashing it with his claws. Creeds howl was enough to goad Hank into action. He stepped forward into the fray, watching, as if in slow motion, as Logans claws swiped towards him from one direction and Creeds massive fist from the other - both stopped a hairsbreath from him,
"Enough now" He said quietly with a detatched calmness. It almost felt like he was watching the whole thing from afar. Hank was pulled to one side, Creeds hand suprisingly gentle on his wrist,
"Mine" Creed half snarled, half yelled, standing protectivly in front of Hank, towering over Wolverine who simply glared, wiping away the blood from his lower lip even as it healed,
"For now" Logan snapped before bolting from the room. Creed let out a low growl, a deep feline sound that made Hank shiver as he was scrutinized by unfathomable eyes, he watched Sabretooth blink and a trace of humanity flickered behind those golden slit pupiled eyes,
"Alright?" Creed growled, tugging him close, his uninjured hand pressing against the small of Hanks back, holding him close. Hank trembled, trying to catagorize what the heck had just happened, as Creeds nose ran up his neck, over his cheek - *scenting him*, "you smell frightened" Creed growled lowly, the hairs on the back of his neck spiked with anger, he licked a long line across one of Hanks cheek bones,
"I'm fine" Hank replied in a voice that was far more sure than he felt, "just..." Creed nodded a little, frowning in irritation as it opened a claw wound on the base of his neck,
"Come on" Hank started towards the door, slipping out of Creeds grasp, "lets get you to the lab and-"
"No" Creed yanked him back and Hank didn't even have it in him to care when his face ended up buried in Sabretooths shoulder, "ya still smell all wrong" He murmured against the top of Hanks head,
"The less said about your odor the better" Hank snapped back half heartedly, still busily trying to regain his wits. Logan, his friend for longer than he could remember...Logan...
"Easy now" Creed hushed, sitting and dragging him down with him, cradling him in his lap and pressing kisses along his jawline. Hank sighed, content for the moment to just *forget*
"Make me forget for now, Creed" He asked softly not caring where they were, his eyes fluttering closed as Sabretooth clumsily removed the Doctors glasses, flinging them carelessly onto the coffee table beside them. Creed kissed him, roughly and possesivly but with passion and Hank moaned, melting against him as he straddled Creeds hips. The assassin tore at Hanks clothes, not caring for buttons or zips until he touched warm, willing flesh, raking his claws over blue skin hard enough to make the doctor shudder and buck up into the touch,
"Lube" Creed growled lowly, hating the loss of hot flesh pressed against him as Hank lifted away, reaching for the little slice of butter left over on one of the breakfast trays nearby but it gave him the opportunity to unbutton his flies, "mine" He muttered, almost without thinking about it, squeezing Hanks tight backside roughly before snatching half the butter. Hank was breathing heavily already, his clothes half torn off as he looked down at the man beneath him. Creeds lips were parted a little as he frowned in concentration, one slippery finger finding Hanks willing entrance and pushing in slowly but surely, loving the way Hanks back arched, the way he threw his head back to moan, deep and wanton and yes! Creeds hips thrust upwards of their own accord as Hank wrapped a hot, soft, slick hand around him, tugging firmly, thumb running over the head of Creeds cock skillfully, "fast learner" Sabretooth accused with a grin, moaning as they set up a rhythm, a second finger rapidly joined by a third inside Hank. The Doctor was moaning almost constantly now, completely giving himself up to the sensations, *that* *spot* inside of him sending wave after wave of exquisite pleasure over him,
"Victor! In me!" He begged, already riding Creeds fingers before they were withdrawn and swiftly, brutally hard replaced with Creeds cock. Sabretooth slammed into him from below, clawed hands cutting into his hips - the small tingle of pain only serving to send Hank spiralling higher and higher - would leave bruises and cuts, their growls filled the room, drowning out the TV and - "Victor! Please! *Please*!" Hank practically wailed and -
-bucked hard as he came, writhing with the bed clothes wrapped around his ankles. He panted heavily as he came down from the hights he had been traversing. He was in bed, the little alarm clock flashed red numbers at him from the bedside table 00:41 he frowned at it, noticing the hand carressing his hip and turned to the owner. Creed grinned down at him smugly, eyes flashing in the dim moonlight,
"What-"
"You were havin' what sounded like a bad dream" Creed interupted his breathless query, "I thought I'd help out" Sabretooth emphasised his words with a squeeze to Hanks spent cock that made the Doctor shudder with too sharp pleasure. Hank laughed breathlessly, relieved, thank God it was just a dream,
"Last time I say yes to cheesy pizza just before bed" He grinned at his lover. Creed rolled his eyes and kissed the corner of his mouth, laughing softly as he rolled on top of Hank,
"Like it was forced on ya Doc"
A/N - *YES* I know Wolverine is supposed to be really short but...just pretend he's wearing platforms or something ok? Poetic liscence an all that wot?