So much can happen in a year

A/N :- mucho thanks to darling Dollybird for inspiration ;) what would I do without you, lovely?



Ingonyama - I should have said before *hits self for being rude* it's so nice to hear from you ^_^

Denday - *flaps hands* Ooh I'm gonna cry! *sniffs* Thanx!

Lina - Fooled ya ;) That chapter was all thanx to you sweetie ;)

Chicken - I've been very rude I should have said thanx at the start *offers cookies* sorry :s



K, this is short, sweet and entirely plotless - in fact, a warning, there won't be much plot until the chapter 'November'...just to let y'all know ;)There really should be a warning for this but I can't think of the right words. Anyway. Be warned. Rough sex. Sort of. Ah! And before I forget again, many apologies for spelling and grammar throughout this - my spellcheckers broken and I'm dyslexic :s sorry guys



September



Hank groaned as he leaned over to turn on the bath tubs. He didn't know who had annoyed Ororo but who ever it was was going to suffer during the next physical examination. The Doctor sighed as hot water gushed into the bath, leaning with his hands against the opposite side of the bath, trying to draw enough strength to stand upright again. To say the Danger room session had been rigorous would be the understatement of the century...Hank was aching in places that even his medical textbooks hadn't listed -



"Still alive then?" Creeds overly smug, self satisfied voice was not what he wanted to hear right now,



"Victor, I'm too tired to play gam-"



"Shush" Sabretooth ordered as he walked over, placing a hand on the small of Hanks back as the Doctor tried to rise,



"Creed-"



"I said shush" He repeated in a dangerous tone, though his hand was gentle. Hanks arms started to tremble, tired from the days work, until Sabretooth reached forward, shifting his grip with rough nudges, kicking Hanks feet roughly apart until the Doctor was more stable, "better?"



"No" Hank lied, glaring down at the water, watching it slowly rise up the sides of the bath,



"Good" Creed half growled, reaching beneath him to undo the buttons of his shirt. Hank shifted to help, only to have his hands pinned once more against the porclain, "move when I tell you" He whispered in Hanks ear before releasing his hands, the Doctor didn't move, bone tired but...curious. His shirt was removed - lifting one hand away from the sides at a time, his muscles making their complaints known, "hmm" Creeds hands, calloused and rough, smoothed over the skin, warming it instantly. An involuntary moan escaped Hanks lips as the larger mans fingers firmly worked out the aches and pains from his muscles,



"Victor" He groaned as Creeds thumb worked against his shoulderblade,



"Do I have to gag you?" Hank bit his lower lip and seriously pondered the challange before Creeds lips brushed against his ear, a familiar hardness pressing against his backside, "don't even think about it, McCoy" The assasins voice held all it's usual danger but just beneath it Hank could hear the laughter behind it,



"You never know it could be just what I need, everyone says I talk to much" Hank grinned feeling the other man go very very still behind him, if it wasn't for the heartbeat he could feel through his back he would have thought Creed had frozen completely...it was nice to pull the carpet out from under Sabretooth every so often,



"You..." The assasin breathed before the laughter started, "you k-kinky b-bastard" He managed in between guffaws,



"And who has whom pinned to the bath?" Hank smiled, flexing his fingers beneath Creeds. The assasins face was buried in his neck as his body wracked with laughter, hot gusts of air breaking against Hanks skin. The Doctor shivered but most definatly not from the cold, "Creed, I've got to move...my hands are starting to go nu-" Hank was cut off by the gentle but insistant press of teeth against his shoulder,



"Mmm" Creeds hands trailed up Hanks arms, skimming his shoulder, down his back, tugging his pants out of the way. Hank gasped, closing his eyes as a slick finger trailed up the crease of his backside, slow, teasing, "still too tired to play games, McCoy?" Creed purred softly behind him, smiling triumphantly as Hanks hips pushed back completly of their own accord,



"Go to h-" Hank growled, caught between pushing back or thrusting forward as a calloused hand wrapped around his very attentive cock,



"Already been to hell, doc" Creed said softly, working a torturous rhythm and *squeezing*, illiciting a deep moan, "it's nothin' to write home about" Hank laughed breathlessly,



"Uh-understatement of the century" The Doctor bit his lower lip as Creeds finger pushed *in* slowly, slick and easily and probing and - "Oh my stars and garters!" Hank turned his head to the side, biting his arm in an attempt to stifle some of the noises he was making. Unseen behind him Creed smiled, cruelly teasing Hanks prostate just to hear the moans, deep throaty growls, whines, whimpers and finally - "Dear God *please* Victor!"



"Mmm, wanted this piece of ass the first time I saw it" Creed growled softly, remembering as he ran a claw up one nicely rounded buttock,



"Then *take* it!" Hank growled, beyond caring, the ache of his muscles forgotten in the face of the harsh pleasure that broke over him, buzzing electric along his spine but...not...quite...enough...



"Good answer" Hank groaned loudly as Creed thrust his cock into him in one smooth, hard motion, holding there as they both adjusted to the sensations rushing through them, ""Fuck" Creed bit his lip hard enough to draw blood as Hank flexed around him, "did I say ya could move?" He growled lowly, running his claws down Hanks back roughly, drawling little spots of blood here and there. The Doctor hissed at the burn, pushing back and into it rebelliously a startled -



"Oh!" Falling past his lips when Creeds tongue - rough, rasping and glorious - lapped delicatly at the tiny marks he had left, his hips starting a slow pump in...lick...out...lick, "Oh! C-Creed!" Hanks own claws screeched on the porclain as his hands fisted of their own accord,



"Hmm?" Creed purred, eyes close as his cock was squeezed tight in the welcoming heat, able to feel every nerve ending as he fought the battle not to just claim what belonged to him,



"Harder, Victor! Please!" Hank writhed, starting to lift his hands from the side of the tub only to have Creeds much larger hands cover them,



"Harder?" Creed growled in his ear, his chest pressed flat against Hanks back, thrusting forward hard to emphasise his words,



"YES!" Hank moaned, hissing as his cock pressed against the cold side of the bath as Creeds hips snapped in a brutal rhythm, that deliciously hard cock driving him closer and closer - the Doctor tried to untangle a hand to touch himself but Creed laced their fingers together,



"Like this" Sabretooth growled against the back of his neck, "just like this" He panted, placing biting kisses along Hanks shoulder, "feel that? Feel me inside you?" He snarled lowly in Hanks ear,



"Yes! Victo - oh! Yes there! Harder!"



"Ya mine, McCoy! Mine" Sabretooth licked a line up the Doctors neck, his hips jerking faster to the music of Hanks stuttering moans,



"Please! Please!" Beyond dignity and caring Hank pushed back, trying to take in more, make him go harder, faster - anything. He growled, rough and low, Creeds rough hand grabbed his cock, pumping hard,



"Come for me Hank" The assasin ordered, "scream for me-"



"Victor!" Hanks hips jarred off the edge of the bath as he came ferociously hard, only Creeds hands catching him stopped him from plunging into the water as his arms gave out, he gasped, panting as he rode his orgasm whilst Creed pumped into him once, twice -



"Fuck!" Creeds teeth sank into the back of his neck and Hank moaned pitifully, striving to remain consious as aftershocks of pleasure rolled over him,



"Mmm" He purred softly, eyes still closed as Creeds hands, claws and all, gently carressed his chest,



"Look at the mess you made" Creed laughed softly, his voice deliciously husky as he pressed wet kisses on Hanks back, "good job you ran a bath"



"Bath?" Hanks eyes snapped open in time to see the water rise up and over the edge of the bath, "Oh my stars and garters!" He moved to turn off the taps hastily, accidently jerking against Sabretooth,



"Ow" The assasin murmured as his tooth went through his lower lip. The Doctor turned, despite his trembling knees,



"Sorry-" He bit his own lower lip, reaching up only to have his hand caught and...kissed. Hank gaped at Creed, Victor Creed, Sabretooth, the assasin, gently pressing a blooded kiss to his knuckles. Their eyes met and for a reason that neither of them could understand, they started to laugh.