Reformed Sinner or Expecting the unexpected

Chapter Three



It was dull. Colourless. Cloying. Dreary. Dismal. Commonplace. Flat. Insipid. Lackluster. Tedios and Vapid...Kurt knew...he was so bored he'd looked it up in the thesaurus that Hank had accidentally left there. Three weeks. Three weeks Creed had lain in the bed, barely breathing and never moving. Kurt had got bored after the first hour of his first watch,



"Are you ever going to vake up, Creed?" He snapped uselessly. Someone had washed Creeds hair - Kitty most likely - and it lay in a golden tangle over the white pillow, "vhen are ve going to find out vhat brought you hear hmm?" He reached out, absently carding his fingers through Creeds hair, suprised to find it soft and wondering why he'd expected it to be coarse. A frown - the first expression Kurt had seen in three weeks - flittered across Sabretooths face. Kurt leaned forward, his fingers gently, carefully brushing the assassins scalp before untangling his fingers to run a thumb over a bushy eyebrow, "hey..." He crooned softly as Sabretooth flinched away, the frown deepening, "ssh, it's ok" He breathed softly, stroking Creeds face until he calmed down, the frown melting away into that...near vulnerability...



Kurt sat back in his chair with a frown...so...Victor Creed had nightmares...strange for an assasin...



...



Creed walked down a narrow corridor, the lightbulb above his head flickered on and off with electric crackles, he swatted it agitatedly as he walked beneath it. Darkness held no fear for him and the light was useful when it was around but he wished the thing would make up its god damned mind.



It was the cry that let him know it was a nightmare. A womans voice. A scream ripping through the comfortable, flickering darkness. His head whipped round to face it, running down the length of the corridor towards it as the scream intensified, becoming truely tortured, fear and anger raced up Creeds spine as he reached a door that was bleeding crimson. He kicked it open and -



...



"YAAAH!" Creed roared, sitting up and barely noticing when the cannula ripped free of his arm. He scrambled out of the bed and dropped into a fighting crouch, his eyes darting around the room as memory caught up with him. The skinny blue one...Nightcrawler they called him...was stood near him, hands raised in a pacifying gesture,



"You are safe" Thickly accented voice, German obviously. Creed growled, taking a deep breath - fear, lots of fear, uncertanty and...concern? The assasin frowned before a smirk fell onto his face,



"But are you?" He asked, stalking forward and grinning cruelly as Kurt backed away, only stopping when he bumped into the table, "You smell like prey" Creed growled, intimidation his speciality. Kurts eyes flashed angrily,



"In zer vords of zer children, bite me" He snapped,



"If you insist" Creed pounced, earning an armful of fighting flesh and laughing as Kurt fought against him futily,



"Let me go! lassen Sie mich gehen! Gottfluch es!" Kurt struggled against the hands at his own, the tiny part of his mind that wasn't panicking wondered why the assasin hadn't ripped him to tiny, bite sized pieces yet. He was shook roughly, the rough hands gripping his wrists tight enough to stop the blood flow,



"Why haven't you teleported?" Creed asked, bringing the much shorter man tight against him, stilling any further struggles by wrapping powerful arms around him, squeezing hard and grinning as the little man in his arms squeeked,



"You're not going to hurt me" Kurt managed to grind out, wondering where the heck this sudden bout of faith had come from...that vulnerability, his mind whispered to him as he looked up into still dazed feline eyes, that vulnerability...someone like that can't be *all* bad...



"What makes you so sure?" Creed snorted, one corner of his mouth quirking up in a smirk that revealed an altogether too sharp canine,



"My grandma vhat big teeth you have" Kurt whispered, eyes just a little wider than usual and fixated on the shining white teeth drifting slowly closer. Creeds grin widened into a smirk,



"All the better to eat you with"



"MPF!" Creed was *kissing* him. Kurts eyes went wide - he couldn't believe -



"What the hell is goin on?!" Nightcrawler was wrenched away from the weirdest experiance he'd ever had by a firm hand on his arm, he was flung back against the wall, his vision going hazy as lionesque roars and snarls filled the little room. He shook his head clear and turned round in time to see Creeds fist smashing into the Wolverines face. Kurts eyes narrowed as he quickly assessed the situation, he was to to pull the pair apart but he could teleport between the two if only there was an opening between teeth and fists and claws and -



"What the hell is going on?!" Cyclops raised a hand to shoot a warning blast between the two. Both of them staggered back, Logans arms out protectively as he stood in front of Nightcrawler, "well?"



"That isn't for me to answer" Logan growled looking over his shoulder at Kurt with an eyebrow raised questioningly. For a reason that he couldn't quite figure out Kurt started to blush,



"I don't care who's to blame but for gods sake, Logan, he's -"



"A lyin, slimy, sneaky, conniving mother fu -"



"LOGAN!"



"We're leavin" Logan turned, grabbing Kurts wrist roughly, and ignored the barrage of stern orders that Scott was directing his way. Kurt trailed along behind Logan only half relucantly down the pitch black corridor, half frightened and half shocked he trailed behind the canadian silently and -



"Ow!" Kurt let out the noise unintentionally as he was slammed back against a wall, his line of sight suddenly filled with a seething Wolverine. He swallowed hard, trying to will himself not to pay attention to where they were suddenly pressed together - knees, thighs, chest, shoulders, *hips* - shut up! - he tried not to breathe, he *couldn't* blink, couldn't tear himself away from those eyes, that passion, that face -



"What the hell was all that about?" Logan growled, voice dangerously low enough that Kurt shivered, his insides pooling to jelly that was half fear and half - no! He'll feel it! -



"I don't -"



"He isn't gonna touch you again" Logan growled, his face moving closer. Was it a warning or a threat or a promise? "You hear me, Wagner?" Kurts mouth moved but no sound came out bar a pathetic squeak. It wasn't often that Kurt was told off - Ororo didn't count - but he'd never seen Logan look so - "you don't belong to him, you're ours...you're mine" For the second time that day Kurt found his lips pressed against someone elses. This time he melted into it, a tiny almost inaudable whimper escaping into the hot cavern of Logans mouth. A tongue dueled with his own, the wet slide of flesh on flesh and Logans commanding attitude -



"Gott, ja" Kurt breathed around the kiss, his fingers tangling in Logans heavenly soft hair and -



"Shit" Logan backed away so fast that he bumped into the opposite wall. Kurt was left panting on the other side, blinking in confusion and licking the taste of Wolverine - beer, cigars, wilderness and bitter chocolate - from his lips, "oh holy fuck" And with that Logan all but ran down the corridor, leaving Kurt to collect his shreds of dignity and scattered wits



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A/N : - YES! I KNOW THE WHOLE BIG BAD WOLF THING IS CLICHE!!! I KNOOOOOOOW! *hides in shame* I just couldn't resist ok? It's all Kurts sense of humourses fault so there... :p Oh and the next chapter will be a huge, no, will be a VAST apology to Dollybird for the near total lack of smuttiness so far, may I forever be in your goodbooks amen.