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 Four: Sabertooth

“Oh my God! Kurt!” Kitty was at his side as soon as the door closed. Unable to meet her concerned gaze he closed his eyes. “Are you all right?”

He felt her touch his shoulder and he flinched away. She shouldn’t dirty herself by touching him. Not only hadn’t he fought the beast, his body had actually responded to the rough caresses. The evidence was even now staining his fur. He would have covered himself if his hands had been free.

“Kurt?” A hand touched his face, cool and soft. “You are burning up!”

“Don’t…”

“It’s O.K. It’s…It’s just me.” Her voice was so filled with worry that he gritted his teeth and did not protest when she touched him again. Her touch was tentative and nervous as she gently repositioned him and moved his tail aside in order to check for damage. He felt his face burning in shame.

“Just wait there. I’ll get something to clean you up with.” He laid still, eyes closed as the sound of running water came from the bathroom. He kept his eyes shut tight while she began to gently clean the traces of Sabertooth’s assault from his fur.

“Kurt? Talk to me. Do…Are you hurt?”

It took a moment for him to form an answer. There were scratches on his hips that stung and burned and his lips felt swollen and sore where Sabertooth’s teeth had scraped him. And the part of his body he was most trying to ignore…to forget…was the one she was so carefully cleaning. It ached and burned, stinging when she drew the cloth across the abused flesh. He hissed and she snatched her hand away.

“I hurt…but I do not think I’m injured. Is there…blood?”

“A little…Not much.” Her voice was quiet. “I think you’re O.K. um…back there.”

“I am sorry. You should not have to do this.”

“It’s O.K. Really. Not your fault.” She got up and there was the sound of running water again.

“Let me get your front.” She returned and rolled him over carefully. She began to gently scrub the drying semen from his fur. He wanted to turn his face away, but instead he opened his eyes and found her watching his face intently, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

“Mein Gott…Kitty…I am so ashamed. I…How could I?” He began to shiver again, the chills were returning with teeth chattering force.

“Not your fault, Kurt. He…He did it just to humiliate you. It’s just a sick trick.” Her hand paused on his belly, suddenly shy. “I um...need to…”

“Go ahead.” He closed his eyes again to shut out the look of worry on her face. He lay still as she gently cleaned his genitals, relieving the uncomfortable itching where the fluid had matted in his fur and pubic hair. He half feared his body would respond to her touch as it had Sabertooth’s, and when it didn’t he feared that as well.

“I think I’m done.” Then she was pulling the sheets and blankets over him, making him as comfortable as she could. His shoulders and arms ached from the strain of being bound so long and he shifted a little to relieve them. She had just finished piling all the wet clothes and towels by the door when Sabertooth returned. He held a small grey plastic case in one hand.

“Sit down over there, girlie.” He waved Kitty over to the empty cot. He set the case down on the bed and opened it up. When he pulled out a syringe Kitty spoke.

“What’s that?”

“Antibiotic...Don’t got any allergies I should know about do ya, kid?”

“No…No…” Kurt spoke between chattering teeth. He was shivering uncontrollably under the blankets now.

“Good. ‘Cause this is all I got and yer shit out o’ luck otherwise.” Sabertooth uncapped the syringe and pulled back the blankets, rolling Kurt over on his stomach. One quick motion and he’d injected the contents into one buttock. Kurt lay shivering and exposed.

“Got sommat for the fever and coughing.” He returned the empty syringe to the case and pulled out a bottle of pills. He set the bottle down on the table. He pulled out a key and freed Kurt’s hands, pocketing the cuffs. Then he poured a glass of juice and shook out a couple of pills, offering them to Kurt. “Here.”

Kurt sat up cautiously and took the proffered pills. When he hesitated to swallow them, Sabertooth snorted.

“Ain’t gonna poison ya, kid. Not my style.”

“No. I suppose not.” Kurt swallowed the pills and washed them down with the juice, grimacing as the acidic stuff stung his sore throat and abraded lips. When a clawed hand reached to take the glass from him he flinched away. Sabertooth replaced the glass on the table without commenting.

“Better settle down. Them pills’ll probably make ya sleepy.”

Sabertooth watched him silently as he settled back under the blankets, pulling them tightly around himself. Then the man turned to the pile of dirty laundry near the door and began to gather it up piece by piece, as if looking for something. After a moment, he grunted to himself, balled up a used towel, and tucked it under his arm. He opened the door and kicked the rest of the pile carelessly into the hallway.

By the time the door closed behind him, Kurt was blinking sleepily at Kitty. He watched her move about the room, dimming the lights before coming to sit by his side on the cot.

“You O.K., Fuzzy?” She settled next to him and reached over to stroke his hair.

“Not really. No.” He struggled to speak through the heavy lethargy that was spreading throughout his body. Whatever Sabertooth had given him was hitting him hard. His shivering was beginning to subside as his muscles relaxed.

“I’m sorry, Kurt.” Her voice seemed to be coming from far away as sleep reached for him.

“Whaffor?” He mumbled. But, if she answered him, he didn’t hear it. Sleep had claimed him.


Sabertooth frowned as he caught sight of himself in a mirror. He dumped the wad of soiled cloth on his desk. Blood and death and violence he knew. They were familiar friends. Illness made him uneasy. Not that he was afraid of catching something. He never got sick. But, seeing the boy ill…

Maybe he should have left the girl behind. The boy being sick had put him off a bit. Tempted him to change his plans. Now, he needed her to play nursemaid. Damned if he was gonna do it. Terrorize her too much and she’d be useless.

Never realized the kid looked so damn much like her. Snobby bitch liked to pretend nothing had ever happened. Like they had never happened. Once Mystique had hooked up with Magneto, she had refused to even look at him if she didn’t have to. Served her right them kids of hers wanted nothing to do with her.

“Animal!” He muttered, remembering the words she’d thrown at him after that last time together. When he’d made the mistake of hinting that he wanted more. “Fool. As if I would ever lower myself to be bound to something like you.”

Something. Not a man. An animal. So what did that make her? She’d enjoyed fucking him often enough. Bitch. He growled again.

Served her right, her kid turned out looking like that. Even less human than she did. Still, she’d be livid if she knew what he’d just done to her baby boy, wouldn’t she? Not that she cared about the poor thing, but because he was hers.

He dug in a drawer for a pair of shears and spread out the towel, studying the stains carefully. A few careful snips and he’d have a nice little souvenir for the runt. Something that would send him into a rage. He smiled grimly to himself as he cut a generous square from the towel and sealed it carefully inside a plastic bag. The rest of the towel he discarded in the trash.

The shears and a second plastic bag he left on the desk as he returned to the hall. He wrinkled his nose at the pile of damp laundry and gathered it up into a garbage bag to dispose of later. Pausing at the door, he listened for a moment. His sensitive ears picked up the boy’s breathing, a little labored, but slow and steady with sleep. The girl was still awake. Good.

He slipped inside the room so quietly; the girl didn’t even look up. She sat on the boy’s cot, stroking his hair slowly as she watched him sleep. Her body language told him everything he needed to know. She was sweet on the boy.

Now he scratched one claw against the steel door behind him. Just enough noise to get her attention. She looked like a startled deer, her eyes wide and dark in the dim light. She snatched her hands from the boy as if she’d been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

He smiled and placed one finger against his lips for silence before stalking into the bathroom to snag a towel. Ignoring the girl, he laid the towel at the foot of the empty cot and slipped off his robe, laying that down too. He knew the girl was watching him. He could smell her growing fear, heard the quickening of her breath, and could almost hear the pounding of her heart.

He sat down on the cot and made himself comfortable. Now he met the girl’s wide-eyed stare and beckoned her over silently. She continued to stare at him, not moving.

“Ya don’t want me ta come over there and get ya.” He spoke quietly, pitching his voice low, almost a growl. He waited patiently as she reluctantly rose from the bed and crossed the room to stand just out of arms reach.

“Closer, there, sweetheart. Be a good girl now, and I won’t hurt ya.” He watched her inch a little closer. When she stopped again he reached out to circle her waist with his hands and pulled her nearer until she stood between his thighs.

Now that she was this close, he could smell something else behind the fear. Sometime during the last few hours she’d been turned on. He wondered idly just what it was that had whetted the girl’s appetite. Never knew with dames. She was shaking under his hands, but she stood still, waiting for his next move.

“Now this ain’t gotta be any harder than ya make it.” He slipped his hands down her body, smoothing the thin cotton over the curves of her hips. When he reached the hem, he slipped his fingers beneath it and began to stroke the smooth young flesh, carrying the fabric upwards.

“Please don’t do this.” She whispered, finally finding her voice. Her fingers clutched at the shirt trying to pull it back down.

“Shh…Don’t want ta wake yer boyfriend there.” He slipped his hands upward, trailing his fingertips across her ribs. She shuddered under the touch. “Or maybe ya’d rather I did him again?”

“No!” When he raised an eyebrow at her, she lowered her voice again. “No. Please. Just leave him alone.”

“Jest relax. Let old Vic take care of ya. Might even enjoy yerself.” Now his hands cradled her breasts. He stroked them carefully, rubbing with the pads of his fingers and keeping his sharp claws from her tender skin. She stood stiffly under his caresses, body trembling as if she wanted to run from him. Probably did.

“Ya really are a pretty little thing. All growed up.” This time when he grabbed the hem of the shirt and pulled, she let him slide it over her head. He’d bet the runt was too busy being responsible to see how his little “half-pint” had filled out. He ran appreciative hands across her body, watching her nipples harden. He pulled her even closer so that he could take one in his mouth.

She stood rigid with her hands balled at her sides as he suckled first at one breast, then the other. He rolled the hardened flesh with his tongue as he held her still. When he tired of this, he dug a hand in the thick mass of hair at the back of her neck and pulled her face close for a kiss. She made a small sound of protest and pressed her fists against his chest. He ignored her resistance, simply took his time, sucking and teasing at her lips with his tongue. Finally, he let her pull back.

“Stop. Just…Just stop it. Stop acting like…like…” She hissed at him, fists pushing against his chest. Her body was responding whether she wanted it to or not. He could smell it.

“Like I want ya ta enjoy it? Now that’s a funny thing ta say, girlie. Dames usually complain just the opposite.” He chuckled as he brushed her shoulder with his lips. “Ya ain’t no virgin is ya? Not after datin’ that Alverez punk.”

“That’s none of your business.” She hissed at him, then gasped as he slid his hands beneath her hips and pulled her onto his lap. Reflexively, she wrapped her arms around his neck and he smiled to himself.

“Considerin’ I’m about ta fuck ya, thought I’d ask.” He shifted her in his lap until she knelt straddling his hips. He guided her hips down until he could feel the heat of her pussy just above his dick. She was shaking again.

“Please…” She whispered.

“Please what sweetheart?” He purred into her ear, relishing the smell of her. Soap and shampoo, traces of the boy’s scent, a whiff of her reluctant arousal, and the intoxicating scent of fear. All around them the scent of sex still hung in the air.

“Please…If you…you are going to…Please. Just get it over with.”

He snorted at that.

“Maybe ya ain’t a virgin, but ya got sommat ta learn. Easier on ya if I don’t.” He held her still as he slid one hand between her thighs searching for her clit. She tried to pull away from his touch, but he held her fast. “Ain’t wet enough fer me, yet.”

He found the little nodule and began to work at it, enjoying the little grunts and whimpers of protest that came from the girl. Her nails dug into his shoulders and he grinned to himself. Anger was just as good as fear as far as he was concerned. It wasn’t long before she was gasping and her hips were bucking slightly against his hand. He slid a finger along the lips of her opening, testing her readiness, careful not to catch anything sensitive with his claw.

“Good girl.” He growled into her ear, brushing his lips against her jaw. Then he shifted his grip to bring her slowly down onto his waiting cock. “Don’t know about you, there, darlin’, but I ain’t much fer getting rubbed raw.”

She whimpered as he entered her. He found her tight and not quite wet enough for comfort, but he’d exhausted his patience now. He held her hips tightly and began to rock her up and down. She moved stiffly at first, fighting his rhythm. But, after a few moments she gave in and let him do as he wished, arms slung loosely around his neck and face buried against his shoulder.

He felt warm tears running across his skin and she grunted and whimpered in time with his thrusts. He pulled her tight, driving himself deeper into her body. It wasn’t long before he felt his balls tightening. The sound and the feel and the smell of her consumed all thought. A growl erupted from his throat as he climaxed, pulling her small body hard against him. She cried out once, and then rested in his arms, shivering.

He breathed deeply, savoring the mingled scents in the air. Fear and sex and just a little blood. He pulled her face to his for another kiss. She tasted salty and sweet and when she opened her mouth in a sob, he drove his tongue hungrily between her lips. He felt his body stirring again, but he thought better of it. He still had work to do and he didn’t want two sick kids on his hands.

“Now, that wasn’t so bad was it?” He glanced over her shoulder and caught a glimpse of the boy’s yellow eyes, shining in the dark. As he watched, they blinked slowly several times before closing again in sleep.

The girl didn’t answer him, just continued to sob quietly. He shifted her on his lap and reached for the towel, using it to clean up. First her, then himself. She accepted his ministrations without protest. Afterwards he slid her off his lap and onto her feet. She backed away from him as he rose and put his robe back on. The towel he slung carelessly over his shoulder.

“Better get some sleep. I expect ya ta take care of him, tomorrow. Gonna be busy.” He nodded at the boy’s cot before leaving and locking the door behind him. He’d finish making up that little care package and grab a few hours sleep. It would take a few hours to get to the nearest town to drop it off, now that the chopper was gone. He’d have to remember to leave the kids something to eat before he left.

Wonder if the eggheads had managed to track the boy’s watch yet? He chuckled to himself, wondering just who would wind up picking up that little package. If it was Logan, he’d be all the madder for having gone on a wild goose chase.


Mad. No he wasn’t mad. Mad was when one of the kids skipped Danger Room practice or filched his beer. Homicidal was more accurate.

“Sonovabitch! I’ll the kill the ugly bastard!”

The elderly man behind the counter frowned at the stranger and pushed his spectacles up higher on the bridge of his nose.

“Logan!” Ororo laid a hand on his shoulder and smiled soothingly at the nervous postal worker. “This is not helping the children.”

“Damn straight it’s not! Creed’s sent us on a wild goose chase.” Logan gathered up the small cardboard box with its contents and followed her outside. “Who the hell ever heard of Eden, Idaho anyways?”

“Perhaps the note will yield a clue. We should get it back to Hank as soon as possible.” Ororo was unflappable as usual as she took his arm and led him back to the rental car.

“How the hell is he supposed to get something off of this?” Logan waved the yellow sticky note at her that had been stuck to the Kurt’s image inducer. Sabertooth had mailed the package from Bayville, probably on his way out of town, so the postmark was useless. All it said was:

“Lose something? – V.C.”

“We must not lose hope, Logan. Perhaps the Professor has found something in our absence.”

“I ain’t gonna hold my breath.”