Reformed Sinner or Expecting the unexpected

Ingonyama: - YES! I know! But then again Wheels just can't step in and telelpathically command people to get jiggy with it at will...although...no...never mind...

Gimpy - You're wish is my command...maybe we should start a rights for preservatives movement...God I *loathe* Scott Summers. I know its not nice to but the dude's just...Augh!

Windkaizer - Babe, I would read your fic but I can't find it :s me and my crappy searching skills :( solly !!! As for writing a sequal I'm throwing the idea around but *pulls a face* my sequals don't turn out to grand. I tried to write one for 'so much can happen in a year' and it turned out to be totally laughable - thanx for the offer of help though ^_^





Denday - darling of *course* your reviews are simply perfect darling! Yes, I'm sorry, I will try to be a little easier on poor Hank and Kurt for the last handful of chapters *sighs*

Chicken - I don't think Dr McCoy has a problem accepting happiness, I think he's got a problem accepting himself, just the way he is...*sighs* clever people can be so silly sometimes. Away? For 2 weeks! ;_; What am I to do?

Chapter Thirteen



Hank McCoy PhD sighed as he looked over his notes. Tommorow he was supposed to give a lecture on the theory of relativity to some of the more advanced students at Xaviers insititute -

"So..." He cleared his throat, using a blue highlighter to mark changes on the papers in front of him, simultaniously working on a possible cure for subscapular disease, "...where was I? Ah yes...In the stated scenario, The Fleet astronauts experience one thing while us Earthbound folk experience something altogether different, something that seems contradictory. By all reckoning, the astronauts witness their Fleet's signals to be moving at fixed lightspeed with respect to The Fleet's native 3D coordinate system — and by native is meant simply, "that x-y-z frame with respect to which The Fleet is stock still in space." Those astronauts… they witness their outgoing signals as requiring extra time to "catch up" to the receding Earth, yet incoming Earth signals need only travel - " Hank stopped, glancing up over the top of his glasses as some people filtered into his lab - and dropped the test tube he was holding and looked up properly,

"Gentlemen..." He said said, just a little weakly as Sabretooth, Nightcrawler and Wolverine lined the opposite side of the desk, "what can I do for you?" He reached for the paper towels to clean up the mess the test tube had made as the three glanced at each other - Logan and Creed trying not to grin whilst Kurt positively *beamed* at him,

"We've got a proposal for you" Logan smirked around his cigar,

"A what?" Hank cringed inwardly, some genius McCoy -



"We wants your body, we wants your love, we wants *you*, Doc" Creed positively leered at him, leaning forward over the desk as Logan nodded a little behind him, smirking and stubbing out his cigar,



"I beg your pardon?" Hank asked, not quite believing his ears. Kurt pulled something out from behind his back - the doctor flinched a little before he realised it was a book, held open by one of Kurts fingers. The blue german grinned at him, flipping the book open and running his finger down the page,



"Ve thought it best if ve all spoke a language you vould understand" He said before clearing his throat, "ve vant to bed, bang, boff, breed, cohabit, conjugate, couple - or rather triple - dork, fool around, fornicate, have coition, have relations, have sex, hump, lay, lie with, make it, make love, make out, mate, screw, sleep together, sleep vith and unite...you vith us" Kurt smirked, snapping the book shut and laying on the desk,



"Don't get much clearer than that, doc" Logan said, leaning against Creed. Hank frowned, blushing as he looked down the microscope in front of him, desperately trying to ignore them and the slowly aching arousal that was building in the pit of his belly,



"Have you stopped to consider how society would react to such a relationship, gentlemen?" He asked calmly, jotting down notes that he was sure were wrong,



"Since when have *you* ever cared what society thinks?" Logan asked with an incredulous snort, Hank opened his mouth a scowl forming rapidly only to have Kurt cut in,



"Great spirits have alvays encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds" Nightcrawler smiled, the expression widening into a grin as Hank slammed down his clip board as he rose to his feet and waggled a finger at him,



"Don't dare quote Einstein at me, you -"



"We know you're interested, Doc" Logan said softly, "just give in" He coaxed, moving around the desk. Hank backed away a few steps - reigning in the desire that wanted loose - nearly tripping over his chair,



"Once you get used to zer bad breath, they're not too bad" Kurt added, grinning widely as the other two shot him dark looks,



"We'll get ya for that later" Creed promised as Hank backed into him, wrapping his arms around the Doctor,



"Gently now" Logan warned the assasin as Hank struggled, taking the doctors chin and forcing him to look into Wolverines eyes,



"There's nothing to be afraid of" Kurt whispered beside them. Only Creed knew the exact moment when Hank gave in, feeling the Doctor relax back against him, his hands loosening on Creeds arms,



"I...I cannot sustain another riven heart" He whispered, closing his eyes and bracing himself for the laughter he was sure would come. He gasped at the touch of soft lips on his ear before a low voice whispered -



"I never realized how utterly, inescapably alone you must be - with nothing to hold onto but yourself" Hanks jaw dropped in shock, it had been Creeds words but the truth of it was reflected on Kurt and Logans faces as they looked up at him. The Doctor didn't try to restist when a suprisingly gentle - if not hugely powerful - hand tilted his chin up and back. It was the wrong angle and something inside him wanted to squirm as the other two watched. He was shaking under Creeds mouth, feeling the same intensity that he had the day by the pond only more so because this time he knew the kiss didn't have to end unless *he* wanted it too and there were large, rough worked hands holding him in place, holding him upright and against the assasins chest. Hank let out a startled sound - trying to break the kiss but failing totally as Creed followed him - as two more bodies plastered against his own, either side until he was totally cocooned in warm *wanting* flesh. The doctor managed to break away just as someones hand trailed up his inner thigh curiosuly,



"Not here" He gasped out,



"Why?" One of them - he was half way to sure that it was Creed - growled. He waved a hand at the expensive and delicate lab equipment that cradled chemicals that could damage all of them in one way or another and wondered who had taken his glasses and where they were, "where then?"



"My quaters" He gestured to the door on the other side of his lab and wondered briefly if they'd make it that far without ripping each others clothes off. The pheremones were so thick in the air that the Doctor could distill and bottle them, "I'd make a fortune on e-bay" He murmured to himself, hearing himself start to purr as someones hand squeezed his hip whilst they were walking at a rapid rate towards his room. Logan frowned up at him beside him,



"What?"



"Nothing of importance" Hank nudged the door to his room open with his shoulder. Being - literally - just off the side of the lab, the doctor had never had any use for anything other than a simple bedroom/bathroom ensemble. The four fell into the room gratefully, all but slamming the door behind them. Hank barely had time to turn round before he was attacked by too many hands once more. He gasped unintentionally, a soft sound that was quickly followed by a low groan as someone stripped away his lab coat, baring the white shirt he wore beneath,



"Damn the fucker who invented buttons" Logan growled, almost under his breath,



"Vait" Everyone turned to look at the Nightcrawler - when had he taken off his shirt? Hank blinked muzzily as his left hand was lifted by Kurt, three fingers slipping between his five, "you're trembling, Hank" The german said softly, the doctor shivered as Kurts free hand trailed up his arm, ticking the fur, "vhat are you so afraid of, mein freund?" He asked softly, his hands now sliding under and up the Doctors shirt, absently tracing patterns in the lush fur of Hanks stomach,



"That...you'll leave" The Doctor bit his lower lip, hating himself for sounding so needy. He buried hisface in the front of Creeds shirt, taking a suprising amount of comfort in the height and stability of the other man. A hand stroked down his back, causing him to shiver and gasp as it cupped his ass - touch starved, Hank realised with a jolt, I'm completely touch starved,



"I ain't plannin on leavin for quite a while" Logan breathed into one of his ears, slick tongue darting out to trace the curves before him, "got a few reasons to stick around"



"I'm a natural home bird" Kurt stretched against him with a grin, limber frame all but moulding to Hanks,



"Short of Magneto comin in an' doin the cha cha I ain't got a reason to leave" There was a breathless pause after Creeds comment as the four of them tried to ignore the mental imagery before the four of them laughed. Hanks laughter stuttered in the middle as a hand - two - three hands explored the waistline of his pants, someone was already working on his flies, the gentle nuge only working to further stiffen his cock,



"So...waddya say, McCoy?" Canadian accent, almost definately Logan...probably...*stop* *thinking*...Hank broke away from the mouth he was kissing and opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling as he tried to piece together more than one syllable sentances. He managed five -



"Bye bye self control"



"Aah who needs it anyvay" Kurt smiled at him, whipping away the Doctors belt, "Give me that mouth again" He grinned as Hank leant down obediently, eyes already hazed with lust. Kurt whimpered - a little suprised but highly aroused - as the kiss became more commanding and a lot less tender, Hanks teeth carefully nipped at his lower lip, not drawing blood but hard enough to make Nightcrawler squirm as jolts of pleasure wracked through his frame. Logan smirked, only having to turn his head a little to get a full on view of the erotic display of the two blue men kissing. Hanks hand on his waist tightened, pulling him closer, claws *just* pushing against Logans soft skin,



"Greedy" Creed accused lightly, whispering into Hanks ear. The assasin untangled his arms, attempting to move away to remove his shirt but Hank let go of Logan, his hand slapping against Creeds hip, fisting in the material to keep him close. Both Logan and Creed laughed softly,



"Stay" Hank growleded round the kiss before Kurt whined, dragging him back down - not that he was arguing. Creed chuckled, a deep, rich, rumbling sound, as he attempted to extract Hanks claws from the tough fabric of his pants,



"I ain't goin anywhere, McCoy" He promised softly, having no luck whatsoever...Hank had a grip that would make glue proud. Logan huffed a laugh, grinning up at him from around the bulge of the Doctors bicep,



"C'mere" Logan reached round with one hand, popping the buttons easily. Kurt wriggled as Logans free hand squeezed and massaged his ass, groaning into a kiss that he hoped would never end - god, where had he learned to kiss like *that*? Hanks grip on Creed loosened a little as the doctor felt the coarse brush of Creeds chest hair against his back - sighing a little into Kurts willing mouth as he inwardly tried to catagorize who felt like what. Logan - who was plastered to his right side, was a little coarse with body hair but the skin beneath was warm and surpisingly soft. Kurt - on his left was softer than even himself, the fingers of his left hand stroked absent patterns in the small of Nightcrawlers back, tickling the short, velvetine fur he found there. behind him Creed was as rough as he'd expected - expected? Hank broke the kiss with a thoughtful frown, since when had he -



"You're thinkin too much" Logan growled warningly - the vibrations moving from his chest to Hanks, fuck but it felt good to be pressed against that luxurious pelt. Logan shivered wondering what it would be like to feel that fur *all* *over*. Kurt mock pouted, lips deliciously swollen and tingling from the kiss,



"Am I boring you, Herr Biest?" He asked, squeaking when Logan *attacked* him. Hank laughed breathlessly as Logan and Kurt tumbled towards the bed in a miriad of pale and blue flesh. Logan growled, pinning Kurt to the bed by his forearms, grinning widely at the shocked look on Nightcrawlers face,



"Don't ever pout again unless you wanna be fucked on the spot" Logan warned, grinding their hips together and taking altogether too much satisfaction when Kurts eyelids fluttered. The Nightcrawler drew himself enough together to wipe away the silly grin on his face and pout - just a little - shivering as Logan growled, "I'm warnin ya, elf" Kurt laughed before it was cut off by a groan as Logan lowered his head to press harsh biting kisses on his throat. Behind them Hank was having trouble controlling his breathing as he watched as the Wolverines kisses trailed lower down Kurts lithe body - caught between watching Logans progress or the sensuous impossibly flexible shift of muscles as Kurt writhed on the bed, *his* bed. He growled in suprise as a large hand covered the significant bulge in his trousers, pressing against him and squeezing firmly, another hand pressed against his abdomen, pulling him back. Creed leaned down to bite the tip of Hanks ear, earning a groan and jolt of shocked arousal,



"Beautiful" The assasin growled and Hank wasn't sure if he meant the pair on the bed or *him*, didn't care either as the hand on his crotch shifted to work his pants down, a thumb hooking into the waistband of his boxers, Creeds free hand guided his arms up around his neck, kissing the inside of Hanks arm before clamping sharp teeth around the firm muscle there,



"Please!" Hank and Kurt chorused at the same time. Logan grinned against the taunt flesh under his mouth, nipping sharply at the skin and Kurts legs parting further in payment, the Wolverine licked a long line across Kurts stomach as his fingers worked at the buttons - god damn buttons - of the Nightcrawlers pants, feeling Kurts shaky fingers run through his hair, pressing against his scalp insistantly but lightly. Hanks breath caught in the back of his throat as Creeds hand wrapped around his cock for the first time, stroking experimentally and suddenly Hank was grateful for the supporting hand on his stomach as his knees went incredibly weak with the wave of pleasure that broke over him, watching as Logan slowly, teasingly stripped Kurt of his pants - Hank bit his lower lip almost hard enough to draw blood as it was revealled that Nightcrawler went commando. The blue german grinned at him, tweaking one of his own nipples in a decadent display of sensuality,



"Henry..." The sigh was deep and throaty and Hank would have come right then if it hadn't been for Creeds teeth grazing his neck, keeping him grounded,



"Want him?" Creed asked, fighting away a groan as Hank *writhed* in his arms, inadvertantly pressing his ass back against the assasins aching cock, "fuck, want *you*" The assasin snarled, walking them towards the bed, noting Hanks total lack of resistance. One large blue stroked up the length of Logans spine - envoking a shuddering groan - before Hank was all but thrown down onto the bed. Logan growled, taking Kurts cock into his mouth, closing his eyes as he concentrated on the heavenly taste, the heaviness of it against his tongue - the feel of Kurts hands in his hair, urging him onwards and the soft whisper feel of Hanks fur brushing his bare side, tickling the nerve endings. Creed settled between Hanks outspread legs, their hips fitting together as if they were *made* to do so. Hank groaned breathlessly, reaching up with trembling hands to bring Creed closer, wrapping his arms around the other man and raking his claws over the expanse of firm flesh beneath his hands, feeling the assasin grind their hips together. The bed - a huge thing designed to take the Doctors width and weight - bounced a little as Kurt was lifted up and back, lieing full length beside Hank as Logan swiftly worked his way back up the blue germans body,



"Th-they're not being v-very f-f-fair are they?" Kurt grinned across at the Doctor, biting his lower lip to hold back a groan as Logans nose searched through his fur, guiding his mouth to a taunt nipple. Hank smiled across at Kurt, unable to believe how beautiful the german was, flushed, panting and spread out with Logan working him like - like -



"Oh for the love of-" Hank closed his eyes trying to force his brain into coherent thoughts - an insaine move as all of his other senses became hyper aware - as he felt a three fingered hand move up his thigh, over his hip, into the tight space between Creed and his own body. The Doctor moaned as Kurts hand closed around his cock, some tiny rational part of his mind praised the world for Nightcrawlers flexibility - he barely noticed when Creed moved away. The assasins hand slipped down the back of Logans pants, tugging him away lightly. Wolverine moved back, panting harshly as Creeds hand crept over his crotch, watching as Kurt rolled over, eyes opening slowly, to face Hank, lifting a shaking hand to stroke the Doctors face. Hanks eyes opened and he looked directly into Kurts face,



"Kiss me" Kurt panted, running his thumb over the doctors lower lip,



"With pleasure, my dear" Hank pulled him closer, the two of them lieing on their sides, hips grinding together,



"Fuckin hell" Logan gasped as his pants slipped away, Creeds hand - hot and rough - stroked along his length, his thumb dipping in the slit at the end of the Wolverines cock in time to the rhythm that Kurt and Hank had seemed to set, "gotta have him now" Logan snarled,



"Yeah" Creed bit the back of Wolverines neck, eyes locked on the two writhing forms on the bed. Kurt broke the kiss with a gasp, resting his forehead against Hanks as he felt Logan settle behind him, opening his eyes and watching the lust burn behind Hanks eyes, reaching down to the stiff cock that was grinding agaisnt his hip - gasping in suprise as Hanks hand clamped around his own,



"Lube?" Creed looked up, frowning and blinking away the sheer need as Hanks hips shifted against his cock, making him ache, making him need, want - it was taking everything the assassin had not to fuck the doctor till he screamed,



"Top draw" Kurt gasped out, laughing breathlessly - one hand splayed against the Doctors chest as he pushed back against Logan, torn between grinding back and pushing forward into Hanks hand,



"H-how d-did you -" Hank panted, biting Nightcrawlers throat, feeling him purr beneath his lips,



"I know you, McCoy" Kurt whispered into his ear, closing his lips around the soft lobe and sucking lightly. Hank stiffened at the first touch of slick fingers against his entrance,



"Easy" Creed breathed, looking down to watch his fingers slide into the Doctor. Kurt groaned, his eyes closing as Logans cock breached him, sliding easily past the ring of tight muscles and into the tight, welcoming heat beyond. Hank jolted, not sure of who to cling too, as Kurts leg slid up and over his hip, grinding their erections together,



"Here" Hank caught the lube, squeezing a generous amount into his hand before throwing the tube away, reaching between them - thankful for once of his big hands as he grasped both of their cocks, pumping it in time to Logans thrusts and - "Oh my stars and garters!" Hank moaned, rhythm forgotten until Kurts hand clapped over his own, forcing his strokes, as Creed slid slowly into him, one clawed hand gripping his hip, dragging him back into powerful thrusts that rocked his entire frame, pleasure sparks crackled behind his eyes, a tightness grew in his belly and the doctor knew he wouldn't last long. Someone tilted his chin and a mouth that tasted of wild and salt and freedom kissed him hard as he was filled and re-filled by a hard cock, shattered and re made and broken and perfected with each thrust that fucked his heart and - Hank wailed, he was never sure who's name he cried out, or if it was a mix of all three of them but he was coming and it was harder than he could ever remember in his entire life and the pleasure was threatening to make his skin burst and it was perfect and white light and...just...yes... ... ...



"Is he alright?"



"He's comin round"



"Welcome back"



"Vhere have you been?" Someone was laughing, kissing his ear tenderly as his eyes opened. Three faces, so full of...full of an emotion that Hank couldn't find a catagory for, stared down at him, all three smiles looking particularly smug,



"I...this is a dream, correct?" Hank frowned a little, wondering why everything was out of focus if this was a dream. Logan and Creed exchanged glances as Kurt laughed, settling against him, one leg thrown across both of his own, as comfortable and easy as if they'd been lovers forever,



"If you say so, Doc" Logan yawned massively, settling with his face squashed against Nightcrawlers shoulder. An extra weight settled across Hank and it took the Doctors mind a few moments to realise Creed had thrown an arm across him *and* Kurt, the assasins fingertips brushing agaisnt Logans arm. Hank shifted, rolling onto his stomach and lifting himself onto his elbows, looking down at the three men - all with their eyes closed - who now shared his bed. He reached over Kurts chest, fingertips lightly brushing the soft fur there, before pushing a lock of hair from Logans face,



"There is a myth, a tale men tell: Each mussel shell That in the ocean's bitter deep doth lie, When it has wrought its pearl, must straightaway die. O my loves, thou art the pearls my heart hath made, And I am sore afraid" He murmured softly. Three arms - one large, one hairy, one blue - raised up from the depths of sleep and the tangle of limbs and sheets to pull him down, bodies pressed tightly against his own, too many legs tangling together with his own as three voices - one rough, one husky, one heavily accented and all three slurred with the onslaught of sleep - chorused,



"Shut up McCoy"



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The Following Morning...



Xavier wheeled his chair up to the desk that had been specially designed for him, pulling a handful of applications to his school before him and clicking the end of his biro, ready for a new day and -



"ARGH! KURT!"



"Out of zer vay! Out of zer *VAY*!"



"Come back here you-"



"Iceman calm down! Can't you take a joke?"



"Lets try swapping *your* hair gel for black treacle and see how much *you* laugh, now c'mere-"



"Bobby Drake, don't you dare freeze off his -"



"I'll freeze off what the heck I like Hank, stop sheilding him"



Xavier sighed happily, smiling to himself as he listened to the screams and - shortly after - giggles that echoed down the hallways of his school. Yes. Everything was back to normal.



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A/N: - The quote that Hank speaks is from Hans Christian Andersons 'The Pearl'...I'm not entirely sure that I like this chapter so feedback would be rather nice, if you don't mind awfully.