Catspaws: Lost Innocence

Author’s Note/Disclaimer:
I do not own Marvel, X-Men Evolution, the X-Men or the universe they live in. This is a work of adult fan fiction written solely for entertainment purposes. No disrespect or copyright infringement is intended by the author. I make no money from this work.

This story is set in the X-Men Evolution universe after the television series ended. Kurt and Kitty are about eighteen years old and about to start college.

Warnings: This is a dark fic. Bad things are going to happen to our beloved characters. For the story as a whole -- M/M and M/F nonconsensual sex. M/F consensual sex. Anal sex, hand job, oral sex.

Please rate and review. Constructive criticism is much desired. My rough draft is now complete at ten chapters.

Chapter Three: Captivity

Creed’s trail had gone cold as soon as it hit the highway. Logan and the others were forced to return to the mansion and regroup. The Professor should have been able to locate them using Cerebro, no matter where Sabertooth had taken them. As long as they were still alive, that is.

Logan, never one known for his patience, stood vigil outside the Cerebro chamber. When the Professor emerged wearily after several hours of searching, his grim expression made Logan’s gut twist.

“I am sorry. I am unable to sense Kurt or Kitty. Nor am I able to pinpoint Sabertooth’s location.”

“But you did sense him?”

“Yes. But it was too faint for me to glean anything useful. Perhaps Hank will have better luck tracking Kurt’s inducer.”

“You didn’t sense them at all? What does that mean?” The hairs on the back of Logan’s neck prickled.

“They may be unconscious. Or shielded in some way. Magneto had several devices capable of doing so. Sabertooth may have had access to them.”

“Or they may be dead.” Logan growled.

“I refuse to consider that possibility just yet. We must concentrate on finding them and making certain that we offer no more opportunities for a repeat of this abduction.”

“What does that mean? Are we supposed ta keep all these kids under guard?”

“It means no one is to leave the grounds alone, preferably in groups of four or five.”

“Kids ain’t gonna like that.”

“Staff as well, Logan.”

“Now wait a minute. I may be the best chance they’ve got. All I need is a place ta start and I’ll track him down wherever the bastard’s holed up.”

“No, Logan. I suspect that is exactly what he wants.”

“You don’t think he’s still working for Magneto?”

“No. This just isn’t Magneto’s style. But, he may be able to shed some light on the matter.”


Sabertooth grinned to himself as he brought the little motorboat into the artificial cove. It was well protected against the area’s seasonal flooding. The kids sat huddled silently on the bench seat, looking much subdued. The boy continued to cough on and off and the rattling sound of his breathing told an old hand like Sabertooth that he was soon going to be too ill to put up much of a fight.

He could smell the fear rolling off them. And it made him smile all the wider. Without their powers, they weren’t much of a threat. Still, he took the time to cuff their hands before letting them step off the boat and leading them into the heavily built structure. It was raised up high above the water on heavy cement pilings and was built to withstand a great deal more than a little rain and flooding. He wasn’t sure who had built it. It had been abandoned when he found it and decided it would make a good bolt hole.

The kids had accepted the restraints passively and allowed themselves to be herded inside. With a clawed hand on the back of each neck, he propelled them through the reinforced doors, through the “public” room and into the rear of the building.

“We’ll save the tour fer later. Seeing as how ya must be wanting ta get out o’ them wet clothes and get a shower.” Lights sprung to life around them as the motion sensors picked up their presence.

“A shower?” The girl’s voice shook a little, but was cautiously hopeful.

“Right in here.” He stopped at a heavy steel door and pushed it open, waving them inside. “This here’s the guest room.”

The windowless room wasn’t particularly large and was painted a metallic grey color that did nothing to lift their spirits. On opposite sides of the room were two heavy steel framed cots. Each bed was flanked by an end table. A steel chest of drawers hulked in one corner and a television set was affixed to the wall near the ceiling. All the furnishings appeared to be bolted firmly to the floor. An open door revealed an adjoining bathroom.

“Looks…um…cozy.” Kitty looked around anxiously as Kurt followed her in.

“Ja. Cozy.” Kurt pulled the borrowed blankets tighter around himself, the motion made more awkward by his bound hands.

The larger mutant followed them inside and his bulk dwarfed the room.

“Lemme get them cuffs off so’s ya get yerselves cleaned up. There’s towels and whatnot in the bathroom. Leave them wet things by the door.” He reached for Kitty’s hands first, unlocking the cuffs and pocketing them. Then he turned and did the same for Kurt.

When they stood looking at him uncertainly, he gave them a smirk. Then he headed for the door.

“What…Is there something for us to put on when we’re done?” Kitty was the first to speak.

“There might be sommat in them drawers. But, it ain’t like yer gonna need ‘em.” The girl blanched and he smiled wider. He didn’t give them a chance to respond; instead he slipped out of the door and locked it behind him.


As they listened to the bolt slide home, the two young people looked at each other. Kitty looked pale and frightened and Kurt hoped his fur hid some of his own fright. The moment was broken as Kurt experienced another fit of coughing. Kitty moved to rub his back sympathetically. When the fit passed, she spoke again.

“What are we going to do?”

“What he said I suppose. Get cleaned up. Warm. You go first.”

“But, what he said…”

“We’ll deal with that if it happens.” Kurt reached up to tug at the collar that still refused to give way. “Maybe he is just trying to frighten us.”

“Well, it’s working.”

“I’m frightened, too, Katzchen. We need a plan. But, I am too tired and too hungry to think right now.” Kurt sat down on one of the cots and drew his blanket tighter around himself.

“So am I.” Kitty shot an anxious look at the door. Then she gave herself a little shake and squared her shoulders. She stepped over to where Kurt sat shivering and removed her own blanket, wrapping it around his shoulders. She tucked it carefully around him.

“Thank you.”

“I’ll try not to use all the hot water.”

Then she disappeared into the bathroom and left him alone with his thoughts. The X Men would be searching for them, that was certain. How long would it take for them to find this place, wherever it was?

He didn’t really believe Sabertooth’s threats were simple intimidation. The man was dangerous and violent. And almost impossible to kill. He’d certainly looked dead. Verdammt! He should have been dead.

He listened to the sounds of water running and found himself straining to hear anything that told him their captor was returning. Nothing yet.

Could they manage to overpower him even without the use of their powers? They were well trained, but after two days of cold, wet misery and no food, they weren’t at their best. In fact, he was a lot less than his best, if the heavy congestion in his chest was any indication. He felt weak as a kitten.

How long he sat there lost in thought, he didn’t know. His mind churned with half-formed plans, to be discarded one by one as more likely to get them killed than to offer a chance at freedom. What would they do if Sabertooth’s half-voiced threat’s came to pass? What could he do?

Could he keep the man’s attention on himself and off of Kitty? Maybe…He’d said Kurt was his actual target, not Kitty. Though not why it was so.

As if the thought had summoned him, the door opened again and Sabertooth entered the room with a tray balanced on one large hand. He sat it down on one of the bedside tables. Kurt could see it held a plate of sandwiches and a couple of glasses of milk. There was also a small pitcher of juice.

“Figured ya could use somethin’ more fillin’ than soup.” The man closed the door and rested his back against it, watching Kurt as if waiting for a reaction.

“Yes. Thank you.” Kurt grudgingly unwrapped the blankets enough to reach for a glass of milk and took a large swallow. He drank the milk silently, not looking at the larger mutant. When the older man shifted a little, he remembered his resolve to try to keep the man’s attention on himself rather than Kitty.

“You said it was me you came for? Why?” He stole a glance at Sabertooth’s face. His expression was hard to identify. “Why me?”

“Coupla reasons. Yer predictable. Good little boy, always makin’ curfew and callin’ in when yer gonna be late. Even when ya were dating that human dame.”

“You’ve been watching me?” The idea was disturbing. “How long?”

“Long enough. Some of them other kids, it ain’t nothing fer them ta stay out all night without calling. But, not you. They’ll come looking right away, while my scent’s still fresh on that car o’ yers.”

“You want Wolverine to come looking for us.”

“Yeah. Runt’s been holing up in there fer too long. Was lucky ta get the girl, too. His little ‘half pint.’” Sabertooth snorted. “He’ll come running, hot and ready fer blood.”

“Why bring us all the way out here?” Kurt finished his milk and reached for a sandwich. Peanut butter and jelly? He looked again at the hulking figure and tried to picture the man doing something as domestic as spreading peanut butter on bread. Weird thought, that. Kurt took a bit bite and chewed slowly as he listened.

“Make it too easy and he’ll know it’s a trap. And it’ll give him a chance to ditch them X-Men. This thing’s between him and me.”

“So we’re just bait?” Maybe they had nothing much to fear except boredom. So far he hadn’t hurt them. He’d even rescued them when he hadn’t really needed to bother.

“Eat yer food, boy. Just leave a little for the girl.” Then he straightened and at first Kurt thought he was going to leave. Instead the man stepped across the room and startled Kurt by reaching out and lifting his chin in one clawed hand. Kurt flinched involuntarily and the fingers tightened a little. He swallowed against the lump of sandwich that seemed to stick in his throat and debated the wisdom of pulling away.

Sabertooth used his hold on Kurt’s chin to tilt his face from one side to the other as he studied Kurt’s features.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” Uncomfortable with the scrutiny, Kurt made a half hearted attempt at a joke.

“Nah. Jest thinkin’ ya looks a lot like yer mother. More than I thought, leastways.” Sabertooth grunted and dropped his hand. Then he left Kurt alone again with his thoughts.

He could still feel Sabertooth’s fingers where they had pressed against his face when Kitty peeked out of the bathroom. Seeing Sabertooth was gone, she padded into the room on bare feet wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her body. Her wet clothes were bundled under one arm.

“Is that food? Or am I dreaming?” She dropped her things near the door with a damp “plop” and made a grab for a sandwich. Her towel started to slip and she stopped to fasten it tighter. “Oops.”

“It’s real enough.” He gave her a little smile and watched her settle down carefully with the remaining sandwiches and the second glass of milk. He found himself admiring the parts of Kitty that the towel failed to cover. .

“Your turn Fuzzy. A hot shower should warm you up.”

Her brows furrowed in concern when she noted how he was still bundled tightly in his blankets. Kurt caught the look and started unwrapping himself slowly. He tried to squelch the shivers that followed the rush of cool air against his still damp fur. The stuff was beginning to itch as it dried, sand and river mud had penetrated to the very roots and he wanted nothing more than to scrub it away.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Kurt dropped the blankets and headed for the bathroom. He intended to hurry, as he didn’t like the idea of leaving Kitty alone.

The bathroom was small, but serviceable. There was a sink, toilet and a combination shower and tub. A quick touch told him the mirror affixed to the wall was made of silvered plastic rather than glass. No chance of a weapon there. Kurt sighed and turned on the water. Since Kitty had just finished, he didn’t have to wait for it to warm up.

He scrubbed all the mud and dirt from his hair and fur and stood a moment, letting the hot water run over his body. For the first time since he woke up in the helicopter he actually felt warm. The little room was filled with steam and he breathed in the warm moist air. His breathing eased a little and the steady warmth soothed his aching muscles. When the water began to cool, he reluctantly pulled himself out from under the spray and began to dry off.

Guiltily remembering that he’d left Kitty alone in the other room, he wrapped a towel around his hips and bundled up his ruined clothes. A fresh spate of coughing left him feeling drained and his eyes watering. He was still blinking back tears as he emerged from the bathroom.

“Vas?” Something had changed. Kitty was curled up on one cot, wearing a much too large T-shirt. One wrist was cuffed to the steel frame. Too late, he saw their captor waiting within arms reach for him. The struggle was brief and left Kurt gasping for air as he was pressed ruthlessly against the wall while his hands were wrenched behind his back and cuffed tightly. The larger mutant’s body was an unyielding wall of muscle behind him.

The sudden violence combined with his weakness left him reeling. Sabertooth backed away and turned him around roughly.

“Now that we’re all fed and cleaned up, it’s time for a little fun.” The larger man spoke in a low growl, almost a purr. Kurt could see now that other man’s hair was still damp from a shower and he’d changed into a short robe. Sabertooth rested one clawed hand on his shoulder where it felt like an iron weight. His expression was predatory.

“Fun?” Kurt swallowed convulsively and tried to back away, but the wall behind him blocked any escape. “What did you have in mind? A game of checkers perhaps?” His voice rose nervously as Sabertooth closed the short distance, his hand tightening on Kurt’s shoulder while the other yanked the towel from his hips.

“You know what I mean, boy.” The dark eyes bored into his. “But, if ya want ta play stupid, I’ll spell it out for ya.” Slowly, methodically, the larger man drew his free hand along Kurt’s hip, across his belly and downwards to cup his genitals. He heard Kitty’s gasp from across the room. Kurt shied away from the unwelcome touch and tried to slip free.

Sabertooth growled and his grip on Kurt’s shoulder tightened. Kurt could feel the pricking of claws on sensitive flesh. He froze.

“You can’t…” Kurt protested, then fell silent as the claws dug a little deeper. Sabertooth leaned closer until his lips nearly touched one pointed ear.

“I’m gonna fuck you. Play nice and I’ll play nice. Or you can fight me and I’ll tear you a new one and fuck that, too. Your choice.” The larger man pulled back a little giving Kurt a small smile. “Don’t matter all that much ta me.”

“This is a choice?” Kurt’s mind raced in panic. What choice was there, really? The pricking of claws against his flesh reminded him of just how vulnerable he was.

Sabertooth growled.

“Kurt!” He could hear the rattling of metal on metal as Kitty struggled with her bonds. Her voice sent a new thought spiraling through Kurt’s already panicked mind. If he roused the mutant’s anger, would he punish just Kurt, or would he turn his wrath on Kitty, too?

“I…will ‘play nice.’” He tried to relax, to stifle his fear and show no weakness. But his tail betrayed him, thumping against the wall behind him in a tattoo of nervousness. Sabertooth smiled again and the hand at Kurt’s shoulder slid upwards to grab a hand full of hair and the claws withdrew from his groin, much to Kurt’s relief.

The relief was only temporary, however, as he was now pulled close enough against the larger man’s body that he could feel his hardness pressed against his belly. When he opened his mouth to voice a protest, Sabertooth pressed the advantage and forced his tongue into Kurt’s mouth, scraping his lips with sharp teeth. The kiss was hard and demanding, an act of domination. Despite his promise to play nice, Kurt found himself struggling while the larger man pressed him against the wall, grinding his erection against his captive body. A low growl served to remind him of the agreement and Kurt tried to school himself to passivity.

As Kurt’s struggles subsided, Sabertooth’s grasp softened a little. Kurt was mildly surprised to find the man tasted of toothpaste and smelled of soap. He was vaguely aware of Kitty’s voice in the background, but the meaning of her words was lost on him. Sabertooth’s voice now rumbled in his ear.

“Good boy.”

“I’ll do whatever you want. Just leave Kitty alone.” Kurt whispered, closing his eyes in shame, knowing whatever it was, Kitty would be a witness to it all.

“Ain’t gonna promise you that, boy. Gonna fuck her too.” A low chuckle rumbled through the other man’s chest and Kurt could feel as well as hear it. Sabertooth’s threat to Kitty was somehow even more frightening than the danger to himself.

“Please.” In desperation he wriggled in what he hoped was an enticing way. “Aren’t I enough for you?”

“Shh…” The man drew a finger across Kurt’s lips in a parody of a caress. “Be a good boy, and I promise I’ll be gentle with yer little girlie.” Kurt shuddered as he felt clawed hands sliding over his body, touching and stroking across his fur. He made some small sound that drew another chuckle from his captor.

“Ain’t none o’ this personal. No reason for ya to get yerself hurt.” The man spoke in his ear, breath hot against his cheek.

“Seems pretty personal to me.” Kurt swallowed hard as a hand stroked across his genitals, lifting his balls and trailing claws through his fur.

“Enough foreplay.” Suddenly Kurt found himself propelled toward the unoccupied cot. Strong hands forced Kurt’s face into the mattress and drug his hips toward the ceiling when he started to roll over so he could breathe. A warning hand rested on the small of his back and he heard the man pull something from the nightstand drawer.

There was a rustle of cloth as the man removed his robe. He could hear Kitty’s breathing and an odd liquid sound.

“Move that tail.” Kurt belatedly realized his errant tail had wrapped itself protectively along the crevice of his ass and coiled itself around one thigh. He silently willed it to loosen its grip and untangle itself. An impatient hand brushed it away once it was loose enough.

He jumped as something cold and wet pressed against the sensitive ring of muscle below his tail. The hand on his back actually stroked him as if to reassure him. The prick of a claw told him it was the pad of a thumb or finger and he took it as a warning to hold still. Which was hard to do, he was shaking and his tail was randomly thumping against the mattress. He stifled the urge to plead as the finger applied more of the cold liquid.

The finger withdrew and there was another of those strokes along his back. Then something else was pressing against him. The hand on his back moved to his hip and held him firmly, claws not quite digging into his flesh. He gasped as he felt the hard pressure against his anus and heard a grunt from behind him. He tried to stifle a whimper and the hand on his hip tightened a little.

The muscles began to give way under the merciless pressure. They protested the slow intrusion with a dull discomfort. A sharp pain followed by a burning sensation told him that the skin had broken somewhere and he gasped. But now, the intruder was sliding deeper inside him. A second hand grasped his hips now and pulled him slowly closer.

When Sabertooth could go no deeper he paused for a long moment, stroking the fur of Kurt’s back slowly. Kurt was shaking, feeling his body spasming around the intruder, trying to eject it. His face burned against the mattress and he was painfully aware of Kitty’s presence and the quiet sobs he could hear.

He heard a groan from behind him and then his tormenter began to move slowly. Any hopes he had that the assault would be over quickly were dashed by the slow deliberate pace his captor set. He could no longer help the groans and whimpers of distress that came from his open mouth between gasps of breath. The congestion in his lungs and the awkwardness of his position conspired to make breathing difficult. He would have pleaded for mercy if he had the breath for it.

At last Sabertooth’s rhythm sped up. And though the faster pace was more painful, Kurt welcomed it as a sign that the end was near. Claws dug into his hips and a rhythmic series of grunts accompanied the continued assault. At last Sabertooth came with a growl, his cock jerking and twitching as he released his seed deep inside Kurt’s body. Unable to hold it back any longer, Kurt began to cough and sputter, feeling as if his lungs would burst. Sabertooth grunted in surprise, reacting to the spasms that traveled through Kurt’s body.

Sabertooth withdrew from him and rolled him over onto his side. Coughing continued to wrack his body. Kurt’s eyes watered and he was aware of nothing but the desperate need to breathe between coughs. When the coughs subsided, the man was standing over him, his hand slowly stroking up and down his erection, smearing clear jelly along its length.

“Please. No more.” Kurt gasped, searching the other man’s face for some sign of mercy, but he found none.

“Ain’t finished with you yet.” He reached for Kurt then, rolling him onto his back. His bound arms protested the awkward position as his weight strained joint and muscle. “I could go all night.” He chuckled as dragged Kurt’s body closer to the edge of the cot and pushing his thighs apart.

“Leave him alone! He’s sick!” Kitty cried out from the other side of the room. “You sick bastard!”

“Wait yer turn, girlie.” The grin on the man’s face made Kurt’s stomach churn. “There’s plenty more to go around.” Kurt winced as he felt a lubricated palm slide across his genitals.

“I want a little more out of ya this time, kid.” Kurt was horrified to realize his body was responding to the touch, his own dick hardening. He tried to wriggle away, but rough hands drew him back into position, dragging his body upward to meet the hardness of his cock. Kurt’s body offered little resistance to the invasion this time. Sabertooth loomed over him as he began to thrust roughly while one hand pulled and stroked at Kurt’s growing erection.

“No…Stop…Don’t…” Kurt protested as he gasped for breath. His tail lashed at the bed and he arched his back in a futile effort to escape. He only succeeded in drawing another chuckle from Sabertooth. He closed his eyes to shut out the leering face above him and tried to shut out what was happening to him.

A sudden change in the angle of Sabertooth’s thrusts sent a series of shocks through his body. Combined with the merciless stroking of the other man’s hand, it caused his balls to tighten and he opened his eyes in shock. Then it was too late and he closed them again in shame as he came, his semen splashing hot and sticky on his fur.

It wasn’t long afterwards that Sabertooth climaxed with a snarl. He withdrew from Kurt long enough to grab the discarded towel from the floor. Kurt lay passively as the man used it to mop the worst of the mess from his fur. At the moment, he wanted nothing more than to curl into a ball and disappear.

“Finish cleaning him up and put him ta bed.” He heard the sound of metal against metal as Kitty was released from her cuffs. “He’s burning up. Gonna go find the med kit.”