So much can happen in a year

Denday - ok, you caught me, it's all just mindless smut masquerading as plot *hangs head in shame* ... *evil grins* And darling you flatter me, really you do.



Chicken - No lickee the screen! Computer no likee! Here, have cookie *gives more cookies*



Arden - No problem *salutes* my reviewers commands are nearly always fulfilled ;)



Windkaiser - Thank you so much ^_^ *gives you ham* have ham and enjoy!



Lina - Nooo! Get off the floor I haven't mopped it yet! You don't know where that's been! lol *huggles Lina* glad you like it huni ^_^



WARNING - extreame fluffiness ahead...eventually! And I'm not talking about Hank after the tumble dryer incident. This is for Bink, Dollybird and Arden who all like mushiness :x head for the tissues! I think this is the most OC I ever want to write this pair, k? No more fluff!



November



Hank glanced at the clock on his way past - 5.32 am - they'd been gone for over eight hours now. He'd given up biting his claws three hours ago, he didn't have any left.The little thread he usually picked on the hem of his shirt was now a gaping hole the size of his hand...the carpet beneath his feet was starting to look thin,



"If you don't stop you're going to be sick" Bobby said calmly, eyes still rivetted to the cartoon network. Hank glanced over at him irritably, not stopping his pacing,



"How can you stay so insufferably *calm*?" He snapped, glancing at the clock again,



"Because the love of my life is capable of taking care of herself and yours isn't...probably" Bobby scratched his chin with his spoon, trying not to smile as he watched Hank fidget restlessly with the dishes that he'd already washed up five times,



"Creed can look after himself very well, thank you" The Doctor snapped in reply, noticing Bobbys grin he hastily added, "not that he's the love of my life because he isn't" The Iceman rolled his eyes, flinging a leg up and over the arms of one of the chair,



"Yeah, sure, which is why you two practically drool when the other one walks in the room?" He snorted, "and, of course, you're worrying yourself stupid over him because he's a casual aquaintance?" If it wasn't for the infectious nature of Bobby Drakes good humour Hanks irritability would have probably got worse, as it was he gave a defeated smile and sat on the sofa next to him,



"Are we that obvious?" He half grinned. Bobby wrinkled his nose,



"Well...to say that Rogue *might* be scarred for life after she walked in on you two in the danger room might be a slight understatement" He replied, half smiling as Ed, Edd and Eddy pranced across the TV screen complete with colinders on their heads,



"I *did* put the security locks on the door" Hank pointed out, trying to fight off the blush at the memory...poor Marie -



"You *know* what she's like. If there was a big red door with a sign saying 'do not enter, painful prickly death inside' she'd go in just to rebel" He giggled at the cartoon, licking ice cream from the spoon, he shot Hank a cruel grin, "Rogues probably got Creeds hairy ass imprinted on her memory forever" Hank blushed brightly, picking up a newspaper to hide behind, "no wonder she has nightmares"



"Bobby Drake you shush right now or I'll tell Marie about the time you and I-"



"We're back" Logan walked through the door, dumping a smoking carcass on the breakfast bar, neither of the other two turned a hair,



"Bad night?" Bobby asked nonchalantly, standing as Rogue entered, holding her close as Ororo collapsed on the sofa beside Hank,



"Where's Creed?" The Doctor spoke up, ears pricked forward to try and catch and extra sounds,



"He...he went down to the lab" Logan said awkwardly. Hank frowned at the sudden tention that strung through Logan, Storm and Rogue,



"What happened?" He asked firmly. No one met his gaze until Rogue detatched herself from Bobby and walked over to him, taking one of his huge hands in both of hers gently,



"Ah think y'really need t'talk to him" She drawled in careful tones, "Ah'm not sure what's wrong but somethin' ain't right -" Hank was out of the chair and gone before she finished the end of her sentance.



~*~



"Creed?" Hank caught the edge of the doorframe, spinning himself into the room beyond and - stopped. Creed was sat on one of the medi-beds, his back turned to the doorway. In all the time Hank had known the assasin, he had never seen Creed look so...beaten...despite the tattered rags that the assasin now wore as clothes there was something else. His shoulders slumped downwards, his head in his hands. There was blood matting the ends of his hair, a long ragged cut ran from one shoulder down to his waist, "Creed?" The Doctor asked, reaching out to touch his lovers uninjured shoulder,



"Not yet" Creed growled softly, not moving to look at him though the muscles in his back tensed. Hank nodded, understanding. Sometimes after a particularly hard mission, when there had been too much horror and too many deaths...it just didn't feel right to talk. He coaxed Creed into sitting up a little, slowly, tenderly removing the shredded shirt that clung to his sweat and blood streaked skin. Silently the Doctor collected his instruments. He picked up a cloth and a bottle only to have his wrist caught, "what is it?" Creed snarled without looking at him,



"Just disinfectant, to clean the wounds" Hank replied calmly, "it's alright" He added in a soft tone. Creed nodded once and let him go, hissing through clenched teeth as Hank gently started to clean the deep cuts and gouges that marred his back, shoulders, neck...the Doctor frowned, nearly every piece of skin he exposed was sullied in some way. He bit his lip to stop any questions tumbling out, reaching out with a free hand to gently squeeze Creeds hand, suprised when it was caught and sqeezed back and...held. Hank worked in silence, cleaning - and sewing in places - the wounds the assasin had aquired. He stepped away at last, safely desposing of the ragged shirt and bloodied bandages, the hand in his own tightened and the assasin took a long, deep breath,



"I just murdered the closest thing I've ever had to family...for you..." Creed looked up with unreadable eyes, "do ya trust me now?" Hank gasped a little, fighting back overwhelmed tears as he reached out Creed pulled him close so he was standing between the assasins legs, Hank kissing the top of his head, to his suprise Creeds hands, claws digging in desperately, went around the his waist, "do ya, doc?"



"Yes, oh Victor...yes, I do trust you" Hank whispered fiercely. Creed shuddered in his arms, turning his face into the Doctors chest for a long moment. Hank continued to gently stroke his hair, struck dumb by the magnitude of what Creed had done for him, "Victor I'm so sorry" He whispered into the top of his hair, "I thought you knew..." Creed sat back a little, looking up at him with unfathomable eyes, blinking slowly, his expression completely unreadable,



"I got somethin better than family" He said, kissing the inside of Hanks wrist without breaking eye contact. He dropped Hanks hand, reaching up to cup the Doctors face, using his thumb to brush away a stray tear, "what ya blubbin about?" He asked in a suprisingly gentle tone. With a low cry Hank flung himself at Creed, kissing him with all the passion he could muster. Shocked by the doctors sudden reaction Creed didn't kiss back, Hank didn't seem to notice, moving instead to pepper his face with kisses - the assasin started to purr, nuzzling Hanks jaw softly,



"The way the others were acting I thought you were dieing" The Doctor confessed, his voice barely above a whisper, eyes closed as Creed dragged him onto the table with him. Hank knelt, straddling his lovers hips as Creed continued to nuzzle his neck,



"Takes more than a few scratches to bring me down" He growled lowly, hands moving from Hanks hips to his ass, squeezing the tight muscles and a little suprised when the Doctor didn't protest, "Maybe I should sacrifice things for ya every day if it makes you this easy" He laughed a little, Hank looked down, opening his mouth to berate but there was still the edge of upset in the corner of Creeds eye...Hank kissed it,



"I suppose we're not all sex maniacs like you, Mr Creed" He murmured, feeling Creed laugh beneath him. The assasins hand slipped back round, gently squeezing the bulge at the front of Hanks trousers,



"Is that a fact, Doc?" He murmured huskily, eyes barely open as he concentrated on the softness and warmth of Hanks skin above him. Creed tugged insistantly at the Doctors pants, Hank took the message and as soon as he stood, his pants were rudely yanked off, the threads giving way in places to the rough treatment, before he was pulled back into his lovers lap as Creed lay back, guiding Hanks hands to his chest. The Doctor pulled away a little,



"I don't want to hurt-"



"Ya won't" Creed growled lowly as his teeth clenched from the pain of the cuts on his back. Hank looked at him sceptically but Creed had him by the wrists, "stay" He ordered firmly. Hank frowned down at him but didn't move when he was let go - leaning back surruptitiously to take away some of the weight - as Creeds clawed hands smoothed over his skin, setting his nerve endings tingling warmly, "gimmie that mouth" Creed looked up at him, watching every move Hank made and the Doctor was suddenly, painfully aware of how on display he was...and he really didn't care as his lovers arms wrapped around him. He kissed Creed...or rather Creed kissed him, commanding and dominant as always, a slick tongue ran across Hanks lower lip before a shower of tiny, harmless bites were placed there and Creed started kissing him in earnest, their mouths locking together as the assasin grabbed hold of Hanks hips, guiding the little thrusting movements he'd been making against the rough material of Creeds pants,



"Please" Hank panted into the kiss, moving his hands over the broad, slightly hairy, expanse of Creeds chest, tracing the outline of broad, hard muscles, feeling them shift beneath his palms - he knew the exact layout of that chest by heart now, exactly where certain lines fell, where the hair was thicker, how hard Creeds nipples could get if he tweaked them *just* right, where each little scar was...the slightly raspy texture of Creeds chest was at complete odds with the slick, commanding movements of his mouth,



"Please what?" Creed growled, *just* catching the edge of Hanks tongue with his teeth making the Doctor shiver. All rational thought and any attempt at forming a coherent sentance fled Hanks mind as Creed set up a rhythm with his tongue, mimicking what certain other body parts would do shortly,



"Please..." He managed to mumble, pulling away long enough to look down into Creeds eyes. The assasin smirked up at him, just a little smugly and Hank buried his face in the crook of the assasins shoulder in an attempt to regain his wits. He expected Creed to roll over and was suprised when a slick finger brushed against his entrance. He pulled away sharply, his hips grinding forward in an attempt to escape the teasing, "like this?" He asked, barely above a whisper, "oh!" He shuddered, falling forward and catching himself on his hands either side of Creed as the assasin pushed *in*, wriggling until it found - "Oh yes! Mmm" Hanks arms started to shake,



"Yeah...just like this" Creed reached down with his free hand to undo his pants, pulling free his cock and stroking it as he watched Hank writhe and moan above him, pushing his hips back in an attempt to take more of Creed into him,



"Please!" Hank yelped, open mouthed and panting as he rode his lovers fingers. A frustrated whine escaped him as Creeds fingers withdrew, only to be replaced by a low moan as the assasins impossibly hot cock edged into him slowly, stretching him, filling him with a burning pleasure that made him throw his head back. Creed sat up quickly, changing the angle he was buried at - dragging another hoarse shout from the Doctors throat - simply so he could latch his teeth onto the dark blue throat in front of him, marking it, "Please...oh please Victor please" Hank babbled mindlessly, clinging to his lovers shoulders as he felt the velvet length move inside him. Creed fucked him slowly at first, drawing out his thrusts so slowly that they both shuddered and groaned,



"McCoy..." Creed breathed softly against Hanks skin, lapping at the marks he had already left,



"Yours" Hank whispered against the top of his head, eyes squeezed shut as he willed Creed to move faster. The one little word seemed to have a whole new effect on Creed, the assasins hands tightened on his hips with a sudden bruising force, lifting him almost off Creeds cock before slamming him down roughly, "YES!" Hank moaned constantly as Creed fucked him hard and fast, mercilessly tugging at his cock as the sounds of their flesh slapping together, their moans and grunts echoing around the medi lab until - "VICTOR!" Hank crashed forward, his weight supported only by Creed as the assasin *kept* moving. The Doctor shuddered violently, his inner muscles spasming around Creed as he came, milking out every last drop of seed,



"Mine" Creed bit him hard, drawing blood and sending another wrack of dark pleasure skittering through his system. The two collapsed back against the bed, panting and shivering in the aftermath.



"Goodness" Hank murmured softly, sliding off of Creed and suprised when his legs still supported his own weight. Creed grinned at him from the medi bed, clumsily doing up his pants and wiping Hanks seed from his belly with the edge of the Doctors lab coat, "thank you" Hank said dryly, shrugging off the coat and handing it to Creed before picking up a clean one, "I wonder if there's *anywhere* in the mansion I'll be able to go without thinking of..." He trailed off with a blush,



"Thinking of passionate, world consuming sex?" Creed asked in cruelly slow tones, just to make the Doctor blush. Hank shot him a dirty look, the becoming blush flaring brightly as he shrugged on a new, clean coat. Creed kissed him laughingly with a low growl, "you're totally edible sometimes, McCoy, didja know that?" He snickered, licking one heated cheek,



"Oh *do* go away Creed, some of us have important work to be doing"