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 3

February



No one noticed that today - of all days - Hank McCoy was just that little bit quieter, a little bit more short tempered. He knew. He didn’t know *how* he knew he just did. It would be today. Creed had that kind of sense of humour. Twisted...



The test tube rattled off the rack as Hank tried to put it down,



“Yo Hank!” The tube shattered, “Hey, are you alri-”



“Confound it, Robert Drake!” He snapped, flinging the shards into a nearby sink, searching for a cloth, only looking up when Bobby handed him one, “thank you”



“So what’s got your fur rubbed up the wrong way?” Bobby asked, the concerned frown belying the joviality of his tone,



“I’m just...I’ve got so much to do” Hank half lied, pinching the bridge of his nose and making a gesture to the paperwork on his desk, “and...” I think Victor Creed is going to roger me senseless at any moment. Bobby patted his friends arm comfortingly,



“You shouldn’t be so worried about doing your work. It’s not like anyone going to bite your head off for not doing it” He smiled a little, “but I get it, I’ll give you some space. I just came down to give you this” He handed the Doctor a card, “it came a while ago but no one could find you...” He trailed off, watching Hank stare at the envelope, a simple ‘McCoy’ scrawled in red ink,



“Thanks Bobby” He said quietly. Bobby grinned at the slow blush creeping up his friends face,



“Got a secret admirer Beast?” The Doctor couldn’t help smiling in reply at his friends innocent exuberance,



“Of a sort Iceman...of a sort”



***



Why was he so nervous? It wasn’t like he didn’t know what was going to happen - he could wish it *wasn’t* but -



“Same again?” The barman asked. Hank nearly jumped out of his skin as a hand - an all too familiar, clawed hand - landed heavily on his shoulder,



“He’ll have a coffee”



“Anything for yourself sir?” The barman looked past Hank, to the man standing behind him,



“Scotch on the rocks” Creed pulled up a bar stool, settling close enough that their thighs bumped together, “hello lover” The little hairs on the back of Hanks neck stood on end as Creed laughed softly, “I wasn’t expecting you to turn up”



“I made a deal” Hank growled, inwardly telling the butterflies in his stomach to die. For Creeds part - Hank would grudgingly admit - he had held up his end of the deal, not one peep from Sabretooth or his associates had been heard by the X-men -



“I don’t believe ya” Sabretooth was barely smiling but his black eyes twinkled with laughter, “I don’t think ya here because of some deal” Hank gritted his teeth as the coffee was set in front of him,



“I’m here for my friends - my *family*...I don’t expect *you* to understand that” He snapped. Creed grinned as the Doctor blushed,



“Liar” He whispered, absent mindedly running his tongue over one long canine before knocking back his drink. The porcelain mug in Hanks hand creaked ominously as his grip tightened,



“Let me assure you it is nothing but *the deal* that is keeping my hands from your throat” He growled lowly, feeling his face heat up as Sabretooths hand rested high on his leg, a clawed finger tracing lazy circles on his inner thigh,



“Kinky-” Hanks already stretched nerves snapped and his fist headed for Creeds face and - was caught. Sabretooth looked at Hanks fist held immobile in his hand, “-bastard”



“Everything alright, gents?” The barman asked, one hand on the baseball bat he kept beneath the bar. Creed raised a questioning - challenging - eyebrow, mocking laughter back in his eyes,



“Quite” Hank ground out, snatching his hand back and settling back, wondering if this really *was* worth - he was hauled off his chair backwards, staggering into Creed who had been standing *behind* him. The Doctor looked up slowly, wondering when his hands had come to be fisted in the taller mans coat and why he was thinking about what might lie beneath that coat. Creeds smug smile never faltered even as he leant forward, one hand slipping over the Doctors hip, roughly gripping a firm buttock,



“I was gentle with ya last time because you were drunk and didn’t know what ya were doing” Hank gasped as Creeds claws broke through his clothes to prickle his skin, forcing his hips forward in order to get away from the slight pain, “don’t expect it to happen again”



“People are looking” Hank whispered harshly, trying to push the other man away, trying to will away his traitorous erection. Creed dragged him closer with remarkable ease, grinding their hips together and grinning as the Doctor shuddered with the sudden frictious pleasure,



“No they’re not” He purred, “come on” He turned, Hanks arm before walking away through the tables to the set of stairs at the back,



“Henry Peter McCoy PhD: doomed to follow Victor Creed till judgement day” The Doctor murmured to himself as he threaded his way across the room, “I must be insane” He told the stairs beneath his feet,



“Well ya *are* an X-man” Creed smirked down at him from the top step, his hand already on a door handle. Hank looked away, wanting to laugh at the statement and angry at himself for wanting too, so he didn’t see Creeds smile soften just a little before he pushed the door open. The room beyond was...servicable. One bed, one lamp, an ancient TV and a bathroom off to one side completed the details. Hank wrinkled his nose at the smell of disinfectant and the chemical stink of bleach - at least he knew the place was *clean*.



He stopped in the act of closing the door behind himself. Creed had taken off his shirt and coat, giving Hank a very good view of his broad, golden tanned, muscular back. He found himself mesmerised by the sensuous shift of those muscles, the sharp jut of his shoulder blades just begging to be lick - the Doctor shook himself and closed the door firmly, taking a few steadying breaths, inwardly berating himself - he should *not* be getting aroused from this! He turned round and the self recriminations died in his mind. Victor Creed was impressive by any standards. Broad shoulders led down to chest and stomach muscles so well honed that Hank could name each one, tracing them down...down until that magnificent cock.



Unconsciously he took a deep breath, filling his nostrils with Creeds scent, musk and sex and smoke and sweat and - “enjoying the view?” Hank looked up into a wicked grin - when had they got so close? He blushed brightly as Creed pulled him closer, crushing their bodies together. A breathy sigh escaped him as Creeds claws raked down his back, shredding his coat and shirt easily, tickling his suddenly all too sensitive skin,



“Strip” Sabretooth murmured against his lips before stepping away to sit on the edge of the bed. Hank closed his eyes as he raised his hands to the buttons of his shirt, trying to imagine he wasn’t there, that he was alone, that - “slower” Creed commanded, shattering the illusion. He watched as the Doctor opened sky blue eyes to glare at him but the glare melted as Hanks eyes drifted down to where he was slowly stroking himself, enjoying the show.



Though Hanks shirt was now off and his pants were on the way - exposing miles and miles of ocean blue skin, rock hard muscles and near black nipples - it was the Doctors neck that Creed stared at most. Without the white collar it was long and elegant, pulse jumping clearly on one side...unmarked...forcing his eyes lower Creed became fixated on something else. Hanks cock - not quite completely hard but close - was a little shorter than his own but thicker, jutting towards him proudly. Hank balled his fists, eyes shutting again as he tried in vain to calm himself, to stop his hard beat from thundering in his ears, to make his erection *go away*. Trying to figure the conundrum of how to turn lead into gold usually did it but it wasn’t working and - he jumped at the feeling of a roughly calloused hand taking hold of his right hip, dragging him forward until he stood but a few inches away,



“Open your eyes, Doc” Creed growled. Hank bit his lower lip at the feel of hot breath ghosting over his flesh before doing as he was told, the other man smirked up at him,



“Don’t you *dare* say anything about that not being so hard” Hank said warningly, surprised at the tingly of pleasure that shot up his spine when Sabretooth huffed a laugh,



“How did ya know?” He asked, drifting forward,



“Cliché thy name is Vict-oh!” Hank clapped a hand over his mouth as Creeds tongue slowly investigated the hollow of his hip. Down, round, *in* - but not in enough - Hank was almost sure that Creed traced his name with his tongue against his skin though it was hard to tell with the red haze of want clouding everything. Creed laughed softly as Hanks hips strained forward when he pulled away,



“You’re gonna have to ask for that, Doc” He murmured mockingly,



“Never” Hank growled through gritted teeth,



“Stubborn” Creed scowled, lying back on the bed and tugging Hank on top of him in one smooth motion. The Doctor frowned as their noses bumped together, trying not to pay attention to the warmth of the skin on skin or the soft rasp of body hair against -



“You think my resistance to your exertions is stubbornness?” He asked in an attempt to break the lustful cycle his mind seemed to be set on. Creed frowned a moment, hips thrusting absently,



“Yeah” He said eventually, “you’ll enjoy yourself more if ya give in to me” Hank opened his mouth to argue but the air was crushed from him as Creed rolled over, pinning the Doctor easily, his wrists held to the pillow either side of his head, “pretty picture” Creed murmured with a grin, leaning back as he licked his lips. The man beneath him was flushed and scowling up at him, glasses perched at a jaunty angle,



“You don’t need lies to get me into bed” He snapped in reply, “I’m already here”



“The truth is too much fun to bother with lies, McCoy” Creed grinned, “if you move your hands, I’ll rip your balls off” It was almost not a threat, the tone so of his voice so softy. The shock of it made Hank keep still as Creed let his wrists go, clawed fingers trailing lightly, ticklishly down his sides but it wasn’t what Hank was focusing on. Creeds tongue burned down his neck, pausing briefly to lave the soft hollow at the base before moving on. Hank gritted his teeth as a hot, wet mouth closed over one of his nipples, sucking lightly. A rasping tongue raked across the tip - at the feeling off too sharp teeth breaking delicately through his skin Hank nearly levitated off the bed, a loud cry breaking free from him. Creed laughed, pulling away to blow cold air over the wet nipple, his hips instinctively grinding down at the soft set of whimpers it produced, “responsive” He smirked as the Doctor attempted to glare at him, the effect somewhat ruined by heavy breathing and fogged up glasses,



“Go to hhoooh” Hank bit his lip, eyes squeezing shut as he tried to hold in those traitorous sounds while Creed worked on his neglected nipple,



“No” A claw tipped finger pressed against his lower lip, piercing lightly, forcing his mouth open, “I like the sound effects” Sabretooth grinned, able to feel the dangerous growl rumbling through the Doctors chest, a growl that swiftly turned to a purr as Creed moved lower. He really *did* like those sounds Hank was making, the breathy sighs and half choked moans that became distinctly *less* choked as Creed moved lower, settling between the Doctors legs. Oh yes. Hank was *definitely* enjoying himself whether or not he would admit it, all the evidence Creed needed was right there in front of him, gloriously hard and leaking pre-come. Creed gave in to the urge and leant forward to lick the glistening drop from the tip of Hanks cock, “you going to ask me for it, blue eyes?” He purred cruelly as the Doctors hips jerked upward,



“Would you ever tell Wolverine you want his babies?” Hank ground out despite the unwanted lust coursing through his veins, despite that a large portion of his large brain was begging already,



“Didn’t think so” Creed grunted, wriggling his fingers beneath the other mans hips, “tilt up” Hank tensed, eyes squeezing shut as he did as he was told, his mind a confused mess - stars and garters he’s going to do it now! Oh please yes! No! He’s going to -



“Holy Twinkie!” The Doctor sat upright only to be slammed back down against the mattress by a firm hand, “what are you - oh God *please* -”



“Like it?” Creed surfaced a moment to grin at Hank,



“No! It’s - it’s- it’s wrong and - and dirty and - and - and -”



“Disgusting?” Creed offered. Disgusting, yes *that* - it was - just there again - it was - oh yes...oh...heaven. Creeds tongue, slightly raspy, circled round his anus lazily, pushing lightly - just enough to make Hank push back with his hips and -



“Yes!” He threw back his head, babbling nonsense as Creeds sinful tongue slipped *in* past the tight ring of muscles and *wriggled*. That tongue pressed in and slipped out, just a little deeper, in, just a little easier each time, and out, in...Hank bit his lip until he tasted blood before he released the moan that had been so desperate to get out, “wrong! This is *so* wrong!” He yelled at himself, hands fisting and tearing at the pillow as he tried to stop the tidal wave of impending orgasm,



“Would ya prefer these inside ya?” Creed whispered, sitting back as he raked his claws down Hanks thighs, not hard enough to draw blood but hard enough to draw the Doctor back from the edge. Hank strove to control his breathing as the other man settled over him, a hand on the small of his back felt nearly too hot, lifting and little and - he felt a sudden stab of fear as Creed positioned himself at his entrance, squeezing his eyes shut, “I wanna see” Sabretooth growled, licking the corner of his mouth, “open those pretty blue eyes and spread ya legs a little more” Angrily Hanks eyes snapped open. He’d expected to see mocking laughter in Creeds eyes but there was only curiosity and something that might be mistaken for concern and - Hank hissed as Sabretooth started to move forward, into him, in one slow, eternally smooth stroke. Creed watched a single tear leak from the corner of Hanks eye, leaning down to lick it away. Why was he keeping still? He frowned at himself, here he was buried balls deep in the tightest ass he’d ever had the privilege of and he wasn’t going anywhere! Maybe - only *maybe* - it had something to do with...with the honesty of emotions he had seen on the other mans face -



“So move” Hank hissed tightly, inwardly screaming as Creed pulled out, hips shifting before he slammed back in and - “Oh my stars and garters! Prostate!” Creed laughed breathlessly,



“Only *you* could say that, Doc” He panted, growling low in his throat as Hanks claws left gouges in his shoulder blades, the doctors hips now unashamedly rising to meet his,



“Yes, please, oh God, Creed-” Hank moaned wantonly, ankles locking together around Creeds waist, no longer caring about right and wrongs or the lingering discomfort as long as Sabretooth *never*...*stopped*...



“My name, Hank” He panted in his ear, so low that the Doctor could barely hear it beneath his own moans and the slap of flesh on flesh, “say my name -”



“Victor! Please, oh please, Victor harder!” Hank begged against his lips, willingly opening his mouth when a demanding tongue sought entrance only to pull away as the intense feeling tightened in his lower body with a sharp cry, “I’m close, so - so c-close! Victor oh please-”



“Scream for me” Hank bucked up as he came so hard he nearly blacked out, screaming Sabretooths name as pleasure crashed down on him. He didn’t even register Creed coming deep inside him or when his teeth sank into the delicate flesh between neck and shoulder...



Shame was quick on the heels of pleasure and Hank pushed the other man away, too tired to get dressed just yet and much preferring to lie and drown in a pool of self loathing. He was dimly surprised when a blanket was pulled over him,



“Sleep Doc, the night is still young and ya ass is still mine” Creed whispered behind him,



“Why me?” Hank asked in a tiny voice, looking back over his shoulder at the other man,



“Because you look good in nothing but your glasses” Creed grinned and the Doctor didn’t know if it was cruel or not. His glasses were taken away before his mouth was pillaged by a rough, commanding kiss, “happy valentines day, Doc”