So much can happen in a year

Author: Kitty Devoire



Rating:(this Chapter) NC-17



Pairings: Victor Creed/Hank McCoy



Feedback: Most heartily welcomed, good or bad.



Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these characters, they belong to marvel and I do not profit from this...unfortunatly



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Chapter 2

January



“Yes”



One of Creeds hands came up to rest lightly on his jaw line, a sharply clawed thumb ran across his cheek leaving a crimson line in its wake. Hank barely flinched making Creed grin,



“Welcome to your first taste of darkness, McCoy” He laughed wickedly. Hank opened his mouth to correct him and suddenly the other man was kissing him. It wasn’t at all like kissing a woman, his mind whispered feebly through the sudden fog of hormones. Where a woman's lips were soft and yielding, Creeds were slightly dry, demanding, the dark gold stubble leaving friction marks that tingled deliciously on his face. The Doctor moaned into the kiss as he felt his nipples tighten, his already half hard erection twitching in his pants. Creed pulled away first, smirking as he watched the other man try to catch his breath, “responsive” He murmured smugly. Hank readjusted his fogged up glasses, trying to collect his scattered wits and wondering when he had grabbed hold of Creed for support,



“I regret to say that it has been some time for me between lovers” Stars and garters was that *his* voice? Hank frowned at himself, when did he get so breathless? Ah, yes, around the same time he had one of the most arousing kisses he’d ever -



“Do ya always use a million words where one will do?” Creed asked ruefully, seemingly uncaring that they were twined together under the blaze of a street lamp,



“Vocabulary is a remarkable thing Creed, you should try it some time” He managed a half grin in reply. Creed rolled his eyes and untangled himself, tugging Hank along as he led the way, “where are we going?”



“No where special” Creed muttered, heading for the nearby alleyway. Hank trailed behind a little as he was let go, watching the other man walk into the darkness before he turned, “come here” Hank hesitated a moment and a low growl, deep and chesty like a lions, reverberated around the small space, “you made a deal, come *here*” Swallowing hard against the apprehension, Hank stepped closer and was snatched into the shadows, all but slammed against a muscular body. His mouth was plundered, ravaged as a demanding tongue explored his mouth, he groaned as too sharp teeth cut his lower lip, the metallic tang of blood mingling with the taste of Creed. Large, rough hands caressed him all over, yanking open his pants roughly - he pulled away from the kiss to gasp as a hot hand wrapped around his hotter cock,



“Please” He whimpered, biting his lower lip, “not here” His knees almost gave out as Creed delicately *squeezed*



“Yes, here” He snarled, steadily pushing Hank back until he bumped into a wall,



“Someone might hear” Hank panted as he was released, his cock brushing a similar hardness in Creeds pants,



“Then be quiet” Impatience was starting to temper Sabretooths voice and Hank was spun round, jaw grazing on the wall as he was pushed into it, alien feeling of a thick, clawed finger trailing up the line of his backside, “wanted this piece of ass since I first saw it” Hank shivered as a finger - perversely delicate and teasing - circled his entrance,



“Don’t!” Hank bit his lower lip as he betrayed himself, feeling the man behind him go still before Creed laughed,



“Oh this is too much” He chuckled, low and wicked, turning other man round, surprised and pleased by the still hard cock that bumped against his hip,



“Please...” don't you dare say anything. Hank blushed brightly,



“Why not?” Creed licked a hot line from collar bone to ear lobe, stopping to whisper in Hanks ear, “Virgin” The Doctor closed his eyes as his hands balled into fists, wishing the ground would open up and swallow him, “on your knees McCoy” His eyes snapped open,



“What?”



“Jesus, drink makes ya slow” Sabretooth shrugged off his coat, throwing it on the floor at his feet, “kneel” Hank looked up into laughing eyes before he slowly sank to his knees, the realisation of what he had committed too starting to dawn as he stared at the other mans cock. Creed was about eight inches long and quite thick, the musty smell making Hanks mouth water shamefully, “what are ya waitin for?”



“I don’t know what to do”



“Not much to know” A clawed hand gripped the base of Creeds cock, steadying it, “suck” Creed gasped at the first tentative touch of lips against him, one hand shooting out with a thud as he leaned on the wall for support, a hot, wet mouth encasing him completely, “yes” He breathed softly, looking down as the man on his knees started to suck, “how the mighty have fallen” He laughed lowly, biting his lower lip as Hank started to bob his head, working on instinct, “ya sure ya haven’t done this before?” Creed saw the indignant look in the Doctors eyes and felt him start to draw away even as his tongue lapped at the underside of his cock. Creed put a hand on the base of Hanks skull, keeping him there, “you won’t get away that easily” He purred, thrusting lazily and hissing as his spine tingled pleasurably. Hank hated it that his own cock was still hard, that it still thrummed and ached with every foul word that fell from Creeds mouth, that he couldn’t stop stroking himself, that he loved the taste, the heat, the scent of the thing in his mouth, “betcha didn’t even *earn* thos PhD’s did ya? Just got on your knees and-” Hank growled low in his throat, causing the other man to buck sharply, “oh fuck yeah - you’re too good at this not to have done it before. Was this how you earned your place in the X-man ranks?” Hank paused, wondering what would happen if he brought his jaws together, “don’t even think about it, McCoy” The Doctor grunted as his head was forced forwards, Creeds cock bumping against the back of his throat eradicating all thoughts of rebellion. He whined as his cock throbbed in his hand, speeding up his strokes and bobbing back and forth faster, “fuck yeah” Creed grunted, his thrusts speeding up as a familiar coil began to tighten in the pit of his belly. Hank moaned, jaw aching and eyes tearing as his gag reflex kicked in, unable to stop his hips bucking up as he came in a hot, gushing fount - greedily swallowing the see that was pumped into his mouth as Creed came with a howl.



Hank breathed heavily through his nose, shame and confusion warring in the aftermath of bliss as Creed pulled out, a thin trail of come and spit stringing them together before Hank was pulled to his feet and kissed with mock tenderness. He pulled away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, never once making eye contact. Creed laughed, pinching the Doctors backside hard enough to bruise before turning to walk away, “Happy New Year, McCoy” Hank stood half dressed in the shadows, the taste of another man still sharp in his mouth, his fingers coated in come,



“See you next month Creed”