So much can happen in a year

Chapter 5

March



"I apologise for the intrusion, ladies and gentlemen, but is there a 'McCoy' here?" Everyone looked up, first at the waiter and then at Hank. He put down the napkin with a puzzled frown,



"Here" He raised his hand a little and the waiter produced a slip of paper, folded in half,



"This has *just* arrived for you, sir" He handed it over, bowing to the rest of the X-men, "once again, my apologies for the intrusion" The waiter murmured polietly before exiting,



"What is it?" Storm, dressed exquisitly in sky blue silk, asked with a questioning smile,



"Hanks secret admirer" Bobby Drake grinned, leaning over the table to try and see what the note said,



"Hallelujah" Jean laughed teasingly, her free hand twined with Scotts on the table cloth,



"Bobby, that tie Logan leant you is in your soup" Hank said without looking up,



"What? Oh *man*! He's gonna kill me!" In the ensuing hilarity Hank opened the note -



'I didn't do it

S.



"Please excuse me, I...I have to go" Hank mumbled absently as he stood up,



"Is everything alright?" Jean asked with a frown, handing another napkin to Bobby, "you feel really worried, Hank"



"No,no, everythings fine thank you" He smiled in return, squeezing round the edge of the room as the waiter brought his coat,



"Hey, tell your lady friend to join us next time, Hank, we'd love to meet her" Scott said in a kind tone. The Doctor almost laughed, briefly wondering if Creed even knew how to use a knife and fork,



"Yeah, tell her we don't bite" Bobby called,



"Oh, she'd probably like it if you did" Hank grinned, it wasn't often that he could shock the Iceman and it was niceto see the goldfish impression before he turned away, thanking the waiter and heading out of the elite restaurant.



He'd sent a note. That meant he knew where Hank was, so logic dictated that he was somewhere nearby. Hank hadn't realised how quickly he'd been walking down the road until a hand shot out from an alleyway and grabbed him, pulling him swiftly into the shadows,



"What-" A hand clapped over his mouth, sharp claws prickling against his face as a warm body pressed against his back,



"Shut up. Thanks to the bounty your little friends set on my head I don't have a lot of time to chat" Sabretooths voice growled low in his ear from behind and the hand was removed,



"You deserved it. You *lied* to me-"



"No, I didn't. I told you, I don't lie because the truth is-"



"Too much fun. I remember" Hank growled, surreptitiously testing the strength of Creeds grip on him, "then how do you explain Bobbys broken arm? The cut that still hasn't healed on Ororo's head?"



"That wasn't me I tell ya! I can control my people but I *can't* stop what they tell their goons to do" Hank grunted in suprise as he was shook roughly, "What'll it take to make ya *listen*?" His neck was starting to warm up where Creed was breathing on it and inwardly Hank was disgusted at himself as he shivered with a small wave of pleasure,



"What reason do I have to trust *you*, Sabretooth?" Creed snarled with the rage of a tiger, spinning him round and slamming him back against the wall with bruising force. Brown gold eyes narrowed at him, the black slits narrowing to a fine line,



"My Word, McCoy, ya got my word" He growled lowly, softly, leaning forwarrd until his lips gently - oh so very gently - pressed against his ear, "and that little deal we made" He whispered, hands still fisted in the front of Hanks coat. The Doctor took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves and grasp the threads of anger that seemed to be rapidly disappearing into the distance,



"Why me?" He asked without meaning too, "why not Scott or Logan or -" Hank was silence by sharp teeth pressed warningly against his neck...he tried not to think about how much damage those teeth could do in one way or another,



"Because ya smell good" Creed murmured against his skin, barely moving. Hank laughed - snorting when he tried to smother it - as he remembered having to open the windows in the mens changing room after a particularly hard session in the danger room. Sabretooth leaned back a little, the smirk slowly fading as their eyes locked. Hank groaned loudly into the sudden ferocious kiss, not caring when his head bounced off the wall behind them as he tore at the other mans clothes. Creed growled low in his throat, catching both of Hanks wrists and pinning them against the wall,



"Please" Hank strained uselessly against the strong hands that held him there,



"Please what?" Creeds hips slammed against his, grinding them together deliciously,



"*Anything*"



"Dangerous thing to say, McCoy" Creed panted, watching the Doctor struggle not to moan, writhing against the wall, "brings a whole new meanin to a rock and a *hard* place, don't it?" Sabretooth accentuated his words by grinding harder. Sex *and* laughter. Somehow the two had never really met in Hanks experiance before. He opened his mouth to speak and then had second thoughts about it, blushing brightly,



"Out with it" Creed ordered, his hips starting to catch a desperate rhythm. The heat, the friction tingle of skin on skin...the Doctor swallowed another moan,



"W-why don't you out it to good use?" He asked, the blush worsening. He was in an alley way - *again* - rutting against *Victor Creed* like some base animal and he couldn't give a simple innuendo without his face heating up. Creed was laughing, "what?"



"Ya haven't had much practice at dirty talk, have ya Doc?"



"Swearing betrays a limited vocabulary"



"Who said anythin about swearin?" Creed gathered both of the Doctors wrists, pinning them above his head, "want I should demonstrate?" A hand trailed down over Hanks white shirt, two clawed fingers hooking into the waistband of his pants, wriggling against warm flesh,



"Creed..." He breathed helplesly, hips straining forward even as the rough bricks of the wall bit into the back of his hands,



"Want me to tell ya how good ya look? Pinnd down an' moanin like a back alley prostitute-" A small part of Hanks mind - the tiny part that wasn't clouded by lust - was quietly impressed...after all, 'prostitute' was more than two syllables-



"Oh my stars and garters!" He whispered in a loud rush as Creeds hand dived into his pants and strong fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking roughly. Sudden, brutal pleasure made his knees go weak and he was grateful for Creeds hand on his wrists,



"That's it" Creed all but sighed watching the other man, "feels good, don't it? But still, not *quite* enough, not quite the same as *real* sex...hot, raw, *rough* sex" Creed licked a long, sloppy wet line up Hanks neck, his mouth against his ear, "this is all I've had for company since last month, my hand and memories of *you*. Writhin beneath me, legs spread an' beggin' for more-"



"Please" Hank moaned softly, hips snapping as the edge of orgasm rushed towards him, "Victor, *please* - "



"Mmm. Just like that but louder last time. Remember? Remember me in your ass, pounding ya into the mattress?"



"Yes, yes, yes" Hank panted in time to Creeds strokes,



"Come for me" Sabertooth ordered huskily, crushing his mouth against Hanks, swallowing the loud moan of release as the Doctor came, spine arching with the force of it as his vision blacked out for a moment. He eventually came back from his tour of the upper atmosphere, his mouth still engaged in a wet kiss despite his whimpering, laboured breaths,



"See? Dirty talk and not one -" A kiss was pressed to the left corner of Hanks lips, "- single -" Another kiss, to the right, " - damn -" A full on kiss this time - or rather it would have been if only Creed would just linger a little while longer, "-swear word"



"Oh *do* shut up" Hank murmured into the next kiss, flexing his fingers and wincing as pins and needle shot down his arms. Creed laughed, wiping his hand clean on the Doctors shirt tails before stepping away,



"Much as I'd like to play, McCoy, I've got to run" He looked up into sky blue eyes, "ya trust me, right?"



"Creed. There is very little you could do that would make me trust you" Hank said coolly, adjusting his clothing,



"Fuck you McCoy" Creed snarled, taking a few steps back into deeper shadows as the soft sound of footsteps approaching echoed round the alleyway,



"I believe you already have" Hank replied, narrowing his eyes in an attempt to see the other man hidden in the thick shadows,



"Hank?" The Doctor turned at the sound of a familiar voice. Logan stood encased in light at the open end of the alley way, "what are you doing in there?"



"Oh I...thought I saw something strange"



"You mean besides you?" Logan almost smiled. It was as Hank headed towards his friend that he realise...Creed hadn't come.