So much can happen in a year

Lina - Yes! that's exactly how I see them in my head! Standing there with huge 'we've-just-been-very-naughty' grins on their faces ^_^



Chicken - yes, enjoy the cookie goodness mwhar! Icing on the sh** cake? DoI agree with it or eat it?



Denday - yeah, they laughed - even I'm not sure why but in the twisted world of my imagination that's what they started doing :s Men *tuts* Mwhar! Hank/creed cravings are always the best kind to have ;) Oh dear, what *are* you going to do when I finish ;) lol



Arden Skysender - *takes a bow* Thank you my dear, always nice to get new reviewers ;) (not that I don't appreciate the others cos I really REALLY do) Lol, I'm glad I've managed to convert you to the dark side ;)



October



"Trick or treat" Hank froze, his hand half way to the electrocardiogram that was currently monitoring his heart. He watched the little green dot suddenly move a lot faster as a pair of rough, sharply clawed hands snaked around his waist and up his chest,



"With you it could be either" Hank murmured a reply,



"What are ya doin?" Creed growled curiously, his fingers already slowly working open Hanks lab coat. The Doctor slapped his hands away, switching off the machine but not stepping away,



"Important research for -"



"Important?" Creed cut in, the word half muffled against the side of Hanks neck. Hank caught himself purring, his hand starting to shake as it hovered over the test tubes,



"Creed, I have to-"



"Yeah" Sabretooth murmured, licking a long wet line from the base of Hanks neck up to the soft lobe of his ear, "I'm not stoppin you" He purred softly,



"Fine" The Doctor snapped, fingers tightening dangerously on the test tube as Creed bit and sucked at the pointed tip of his ear, "was there a reason you came down here, Creed or was it just to molest me?" He asked, pulling away in an attempt to clear the warm fuzziness that was clouding his mind. The assasin sighed behind him but didn't relinquish his grip,



"The runt told me to ask you how to programme the danger room...he thinks it'll keep us apart once I've got somethin else to...molest" He grinned, squeezing Hanks crotch. The Doctors hips clashed against the table,



"Can't Ororo-"



"She won't come within three metre's of me on her own an' you know it 'sides she's busy with the blue elf. Untouchable is out with the snow cone an' the runt's...playin with himself" Hank could *feel* Creeds grin through the back of his skull, "there isn't anyone else to show me" He whispered huskily, making Hank blush,



"Very well, if it'll get you to leave me in peace for more than five minutes" He snapped, flustered and re-arranging his pants surruptitiously as he turned round. Creed *leered* at him, eyes roving the entire length of his body before moving back up again, his tongue running slowly over one elongated canine...Hank swallowed hard, resisting the urge to back away...he felt like prey,



"Y'really want me to leave you alone, McCoy?" Creed asked, his voice so low and rough that it was barely audible as he stalked closer, one hand snaking around Hanks waist, the other on his backside, pulling him tight against the assasin, "for...five...minutes?" The last words where whispered against the side of his ear, lava hot breath making him shiver and the thigh pressing between his legs making him groan. Hank tried to collect his scattered wits, hands fisting in Creeds coat, as his lovers lips trailed along his jawline, "hmm?"



"Ummm...oh..." Hank frowned at the pathetic mewling noise he was emitting, opening his eyes to stare at the ceiling, trying to recall the last few minutes of conversation, "danger room...Danger room! You wanted to learn how to use the danger room" He said, using a colossal amount of will to push the other man away gently. Creed smirked at him knowingly before pulling away,



"Come on then-"



"You go on ahead, I...need to clean up" He lied unconvincingly. Creeds smirk grew a little but he nodded and walked out, leaving the Doctor to think of cooling...calming down type of thoughts.



~*~



"-different levels using this" Hank tapped his claws against a panel that indicated number 1-5000. Most of the students work on about level 30 but I think you'd handle a 90" He looked up at Creed, one eyebrow raised questioningly, "got all that?" The assasin nodded curtly,



"Database for types of programmes" He pointed to the computer screen and the selection of buttons beside it, "level-" He pointed to the panel that Hank had just explained, "number of users, saftey level and reality check" He sniffed, pointing to different parts of the computer, "is that it?" He asked,



"Yes, it's not as complicated and scary as everyone likes to make out" Hank shrugged, taking off his glasses to clean them on the edge of his lab coat, "I have a theory that the X-men like to make it sound complicated to impress the students" He half smiled, squinting at Creed to try and make out the other mans expression,



"Play with me?" Creed asked. Hanks face went red beneath the blue fur, he could feel the burn right the way to the end of his ears,



"What?" The assasin rolled his eyes with a grin as Hank replaced his glasses,



"Practice with me then" He nodded to the chamber beside them, "in the Danger room" Hank pulled a face, still fighting away a flare of embarresment,



"Creed, my work -"



"Will still be there when ya get back" The assasin cut in. Hank looked up with an aggrivated sigh and...felt the irritation melt away as he looked up into the face of the man he...



"Yes" He agreed softly, shrugging off the labcoat, "I'll let you programme the computer, you'll need the practice" He half smiled,



"Thanks" Hank couldn't work out if the tone was sarcastic or not as he turned away, standing before the huge saftey doors and trying not to watch the smooth movement of Creeds skin over his muscles as he punched in the programme and shrugged off the thick fur cape he habitually wore,



"What did you choose?" Hank asked curiously as Creed stalked towards him,



"You'll see woncha?" The assasin winked as the doors slid silkily open. Hank rolled his eyes and walked fearlessly into the danger room - and nearly had his head taken off by a low flying robot, "careful now, I only put the saftey on level six" Creed grinned behind him before leaping at a sentinal,



"This is *my* training programme!" Hank yelled after him, caught between laughing and irritation before throwing himself into the fight. Side by side the two fought, taking down monsters and robots with ludicrous ease. Embroiled in a fight with one of the sentinals, Hank barely had time to check if his partner was alright but he *did* manage to glance over in time to see a flash of gleaming muscles and too sharp teeth. "Computer! End programme!" Hank, still panting, was slammed against the wall as the senario disolved around them, sentinals, monsters and other mutants fading away. He opened his eyes, relaxed as Creeds scent - hieghtened and made stronger thanks to the workout - rolled over him, making him aware of every point they touched - chest to chest, abdomen, thighs, hips -



"Enjoy that little work out?" Creed asked softly, eyes narrowed, breath still a little faster than usual. Hanks lips parted just a little as he sucked in a breath before his mouth was ravished. He moaned into the kiss - a little louder than he'd intended - as Creeds claws ran down his sides, two fingers of each the assasins hands hooked into the doctors pants, yanking down roughly without bothering with the formalities of un-doing buttons,



"Not here" Hank gasped, jerking at the hard movements,



"Yes here" Creed kissed him again, a slick wet tongue exploring, demanding the pleasure of his mouth, sending what little wits he had left to the four winds, "now" Realisation shot through the mists of lust as Creed produced a tube from his back pocket,



"Y-you planned this" Hank panted, pushing Creed away a little, his hands splayed across the assasins chest, "didn't you?" Creed didn't even have the grace to look ashamed, he merely raised an eyebrow,



"Do you really care?" The Doctor shivered as Creeds eyes roamed the entire length of his body and back up again, as intrusive and arousing as any caress,



"Shut up and fuck me" Hank nearly laughed at the look of shock on his lovers face before he was crushed once more between the wall...and a hard place. He grinned as his pants and boxers were thrown across the room, moaning when his already hard cock brushed against the rough fabric of the assasins pants. Creed growled softly, large hands cupping Hanks ass and *lifting* him a good few inches off the floor, one hand sneaked down a little further, squeezing Hanks thigh and encouraging it to wrap around his waist. Hank took the hint and locked both legs around Creeds waist, his face buried in the crook of his lovers neck as he felt a slick finger press against, into him. The man in Creeds arms shuddered hard, the strangled mewling sounds music to his ears,



"Good?" He whispered, nipping the pointed tip of Hanks ear and feeling the other mans hips move,



"Phenomenal, superlative, incomparable, marvellous get on with it!" Hank babbled in one long breath, biting Creeds shoulder as a second finger was added, the slow in and out burn pleasure driving him slowly insane,



"I could do this all day y'know" Creed whispered in a voice that would have been contemplative for the fact that his hips were grinding steadily forward, his erection hot against Hanks skin, "just to watch you writhe and hear those...superlative sounds you make" Hank looked up from Creeds shoulder into a wicked grin, barely able to form the words to speak as the super novas of pleasure kept bursting inside him,



"Creed -"



"Oh God! Gross! Jesus! Ah-ah'm sorry y'all!" Hanks eyes snapped to the door in time to see Rogue fleeing, the safety doors slamming shut behind her. He felt Creed start to laugh as the mortification set in,



"What's so funny?!" Hank snapped,



"The look on your face" Creed leant down for a kiss but the Doctor pulled away with a frown, his hands on Creeds shoulders tightening,



"It's going to be a matter of moments before they're here, Creed" He said, trying and failing to keep the breathy note from his voice, whimpering a little as Creeds fingers started to move again, "half the school probably knows by now!" He yelled over the storm of his own hormones,



"Well they'll be long enough getting here for us to finish, won't they?" Creed frowned a moment, his fingers becoming rough inside Hank, hard in a way that he *knew* the Doctor loved, "you did lock the door, didn't you?"



"B-before - mmm - b-before - oh my stars and garters Victor who *cares*?" The Doctor moaned, pooling into a mess of loose muscles in the other mans arms,



"But the others might be coming soon-"



"If you don't get inside me I shall castrate you in your sleep" Hank interupted with a low growl,



"What about your...hypocritical oath?"



"Oh yes! Just there! Mmm...s-society will u-uh-nderstand this one time" Creed laughed softly against Hanks throat, groaning as he slid his cock into Hanks welcoming heat, the both of them sighing in completion,



"McCoy" He breathed, his voice half a snarl as he started to move, slow pistoning in and out. Hanks head tilted backwards as he helplessly rode the sure, strong movements, unable to bite back moans and sighs as his whole body wracked with brutal pleasure, his claw gouging through Creeds shirt visiously tearing at the skin beneath. The assasin hissed at the slight pain his movements speeding up but never loosing the tight control,



"Victor! Please!" Hank gasped, eyes squeezing shut. Pinned between wall and Creeds muscular body Hank couldn't thrust back into the touch, his cock trapped between them, rubbing deliciously against his lovers shirt,



"Come for me Hank" Creed growled, biting his neck hard enough to leave a mark. The Doctor shuddered hard enough to push away from the wall, taking Creed in impossible deep as he came with a sharp cry,



"Victor!" Creed gave a lion like growl, his teeth sinking deeper into Hanks blue flesh as the doctors already tight muscles rippled convusivly around him, milking out his orgasm almost cruelly. He closed his eyes trying to ride the white waves of pleasure as he felt Hank collapse bonelessly against him. The Doctor slowly opened his eyes, his cheek still resting against his lovers shoulder, wincing a little as Creed pulled out. He purred noisily as he nuzzled at the other mans jaw whilst their heartbeats slowed down and their breathing evened out, "we'd best go...we...need to clean" Hank fought away a yawn, pinching the bridge of his nose beneath his glasses as Creed knelt and pulled up his pants,



"Later" Creed replied, almost softly, his voice rough from sex, lifting Hank easily into his arms,



"What-"



"Shut up, McCoy" The assasin said tiredly, using his elbow to hit the panel that would open the door. Hank didn't argue, frowning a little in thought,



"Yes I did" He said suddenly, squinting against the harsh light in the corridors,



"What?" Creed frowned in puzzlement,



"I did lock the door before we started the programme...Rogue must have broken in" Hank yawned so widely that his jaw popped, "I'll have to talk to her at some point...explain...the situation" He gave up trying to think and restied his head against Creeds shoulder tiredly, not caring who saw them as he was carried down the corridor and into his - *their* - room. He was vaugely aware of the soft bed beneath him and the covers pulled around him as a still hot body curled against him from behind,



"What a workout"

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A/N : - many apologies dear readers, everthing after the first division mark was written on one of the worlds biggest hangovers, I'm sorry if it doesn't make sense in places