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. Consensual M/F 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. I will be posting a new chapter each week until the story is complete. Enjoy.

I would also like to thank those of you who have taken the time to rate or review the story so far. This story was inspired by a request from tkd for more Kurt-centric stories.

Chapter Six: Punishment

Sabertooth unplugged the tub and let the water drain away. Kurt watched him with short, furtive glances. The large mutant seemed to fill the small room. He found himself confused at Sabertooth’s apparent solicitude. And his touch continued to be almost gentle as he helped Kurt from the tub and scrubbed his fur dry with a towel.

Kurt tolerated all this with what dignity he could muster. He was shaky and weak and knew any protest would be a useless gesture. When Sabertooth was satisfied with his efforts, he combed back Kurt’s hair carefully with clawed fingers. He finished by wrapping a towel snuggly around Kurt’s body.

“Can ya walk now?”

“Ja. I think so.” The larger man took him by the elbow and led him back to his cot, not releasing him until he was seated. Kitty was sitting nervously on the other cot with a tray of food nearby. The smell of scorched pizza hung in the air. He wrinkled his nose at the unappetizing smell and reached for the t-shirt still lying on the bed. Sabertooth helped himself to the tray while he pulled the shirt over his head.

“Here ya go, kid.” Sabertooth surprised him by handing him the plate. Looking at it, his stomach rebelled and he was tempted to refuse it. Sabertooth frowned at his hesitation. “Better eat. Need ta give ya some more meds and you’ll wind up pukin’ yer guts out if yer stomach’s empty.”

Sabertooth settled down at the foot of the cot with another plate. Kitty watched him anxiously as she picked at her own food. As the larger man began to eat without comment, she relaxed and began to eat. Kurt ate slowly, chewing and swallowing each bite carefully, fighting down the queasiness he felt. The pizza wasn’t quite as scorched as it looked, he thought.

“I um…I’m sorry I kind of burned it.” Kitty broke the silence first.

“Kitchen’s still standin’ ain’t it?” Sabertooth paused in his eating to glance at her and gave an amused snort. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. There’s a reason I been feedin’ ya sandwiches.”

“Oh.”

“If ya behave yerself, mebbe I’ll let ya out now and again.” Sabertooth stretched a little, resting his plate on his knee. “Sent off sommat fer the runt. Oughtta bring him sniffing around in a few days.”

“We were getting tired of being cooped up…” Kitty’s tone was carefully hopeful. “I think I’ve watched all those movies at least twice.”

“What will you do with us when he comes?” Kurt tried to keep his tone neutral, preferring not to break the relatively friendly mood their captor seemed to be in.

“I’ll probably leave ya locked up safe and outta the way. This is between him an’ me. Don’t want nobody gettin’ in the way.” He paused and ate his last bite of pizza. “Wouldn’t be too healthy ta try anyways.”

“I’m sure.” Kitty spoke quietly as she set her plate down. Sabertooth grunted and rose.

“Now ya need yer meds before that fever comes back.”

A few moments later, Kurt had washed down several pills with a glass of juice and was settling back onto his cot. Kitty started to gather up the dishes, preparing to take them back to the kitchen. Sabertooth stood nearby watching over them, his expression unreadable. When Kitty had gathered all the dirty dishes on the tray and bent to pick it up, he cleared his throat.

“Ain’t you forgettin’ something?”

“No...I don’t think so.” Kitty paused and looked around nervously.

“I don’t see anything.” Kurt added. He paused in his attempt to get comfortable on the cot. After the last couple of days he new every bump and spring by heart. He didn’t like the edge he heard in Sabertooth’s voice.

Sabertooth moved now, grabbing Kitty’s wrist and pulling her away from the tray of dirty dishes. The tray rattled ominously, but didn’t fall. Still holding her wrist, he lifted the thin mattress from the cot to reveal a large butcher knife hidden beneath it. Kitty’s face went white as a sheet and she pulled against his grip.

“Pick it up.” He ordered her and tugged her toward the cot. “Now.”

Kitty’s hand shook a little as she reached beneath the mattress and pulled out the knife. The light glinted off of it as she held it gingerly. Sabertooth dropped the mattress with a muffled thump.

“I…uh…” Kitty was pale and the knife wavered in her hand.

“You gonna do something with that, little girl?” Sabertooth’s voice was low, almost a growl. Kurt pulled back his blankets and sat up, his stomach clenching in fear. After all that talk about playing along, what had possessed her to do that?

“I didn’t…I mean I…like I just saw it and…I thought…”

“You ever cut somebody before? Got the blood all over ya?” His tone was low and almost hypnotic.

“Leave her alone!” Kurt started to rise, but Sabertooth raised a warning hand.

“Runt never teach ya how to hold a knife?” He reached for Kitty’s hand, closing her fingers tightly over the knife hilt. “Ya gonna bring a knife, then ya better be ready ta use it.”

Kitty tried to break his grip, but he held her firmly. He pulled her knife hand toward his torso slowly until the tip rested just below his ribs.

“Go ahead. Right there. Up and inward, ya wanna miss the ribs.” He gave a little tug on her hand and a trickle of blood began to well up around the sharp tip. “Hard, put yer weight into it.” He released her hands and stood staring down at her, waiting.

Kitty’s brown eyes were large and dark and her face was ashen. She opened her mouth to speak. Then she suddenly brought her free hand to grasp the knife hilt and drove it deep into Sabertooth’s chest. Kurt gasped in stunned disbelief. Sabertooth grunted and grabbed for the knife’s hilt. The large man bent over as Kitty backed away from him.

“Oh God!” She was staring at the blood that spattered her hands and shirt.

“Huhn…” Sabertooth grunted and blood dripped to the floor as he pulled the knife from his chest. “Didn’t think ya’d do it. Next time, take the knife with ya.” The man straightened slowly and advanced on Kitty. She backed away, climbing over the cot to press her back against the wall.

“Don’t hurt her.” Kurt rose to his feet, swaying unsteadily. “You told her to.”

Sabertooth chuckled, and then coughed wetly. He reached to drop the bloodied knife on the tray of dirty dishes. It landed with a clatter.

“Missed the heart there, girlie. Not that it’d matter with me.” He grabbed a handful of napkins and mopped at the blood on his chest and belly. “Clean up this mess. There’s more towels in the laundry room down the hall. Gonna get a shower.”

Then Sabertooth left them alone. Kurt and Kitty stared at each other, silently. When his knees began to buckle, Kurt sat down on his cot abruptly. What little strength he had been able to muster seemed to drain away all at once.

“That’s it? He’s not going to, like, kill me or something?” Kitty climbed back over the cot and peered through the open door.

“It is not as if you really hurt him, Kitty.” Kurt sighed stretched out on his cot. He could feel the drowsiness creeping up on him already. Whether it was the drugs or his illness, he couldn’t say. “But I wouldn’t count on that being it.”

“This is so gross.” Kitty picked up the tray. She walked carefully across the room, avoiding the drying blood. “I didn’t think there’d be so much blood.”

“People bleed when you stab them.”

“Yeah. They do, don’t they.” She said quietly and carried the tray with its bloodied contents away.


As soon as he left the room, Sabertooth smiled to himself. She’d come damn close to the heart, actually. Better she made her move now while the boy was too weak to help her, at least as far as he was concerned. She wouldn’t try that again.

He’d let her wander around a bit. There was nowhere for her to go if she tried to bolt. The place was locked up tight. Even if she made it to the boat, it was almost out of fuel and she had no idea where he kept it. The control for their collars was safely locked away in his room.

He almost hoped she would come up with something new. He figured it would be a few days at least before the runt showed up. He didn’t much care for sitting around and waiting, but he was committed to this plan. Especially with the sick kid.

He took his time with his shower, deciding halfway through he wasn’t done with the girl. He liked her spirit, but he didn’t want her getting notions. Now that he was clean and fed, there were other appetites to satisfy. His fingers itched to touch the boy’s soft fur again. So much like his mother and so different. He’d have the boy again, but not now. He was too fragile.

When he was done, he dressed in his robe and silently padded on bare feet through the hall. A quick glance in the kitchen told him the girl had followed his orders. He checked their room and found the boy deeply asleep. He didn’t stir when he laid a palm against his forehead to check his temperature. He noted the blood had been cleaned from the floor and only the faintest trace of blood scent remained over the caustic odor of bleach.

He wrinkled his nose at the scent. Not here. The damned cot was too narrow for comfort and the stink of bleach burned his sensitive nose. He planned to do it up proper this time. Show her the difference between a real man and that punk she’d been dating. He locked the door carefully behind him before continuing his search.

He found her in the laundry room. Somehow she had coaxed the decrepit washer into life. The sound of its heavy sloshing drowned out the creak of the door as he opened it wider. She’d also found the trash bag with its dirty laundry and was busy sorting it into piles. He watched her silently for a moment.

“That thing ain’t worked for months. How’d ya get it goin?”

She whirled, stumbling over a pile of dirty linens. She caught herself with a hand on the churning washer. She hesitated for several heartbeats before answering him.

“Some wires had come loose, that’s all. Just tightened a few screws and it’s good as new.” The washer began to thump loudly as it hit the spin cycle. “Well, almost.”

“Heh. Ya can’t cook, but yer a regular handyman.” He smirked at her. She fidgeted nervously under his gaze.

“I’m, like, good with mechanical stuff. Computers, too.”

“Leave that fer now.” He stood aside and waited for her to follow. “Come with me.”

“What…What for?”

“Ask a lotta questions don’t ya?” He took her arm and led her down the hall toward his room.

“Yeah. I guess so. Is this about…the knife? Look, I’m, like, so sorry. I don’t even know what I thought I was doing. I just saw it and…”

“Gonna give ya a chance ta make it up to me.” He pushed the door to his room open and pulled her inside. She continued to babble while he locked the door. He ignored her. Turning to look at her, he could see she’d managed to find another shirt somewhere, this one smaller and with buttons. It barely covered her. As his eyes traveled up and down her body, she fell silent, backing away from him.

He stripped off his robe, draping it across a chair. Her eyes widened as she took in his nakedness. His hard cock made his intentions clear. She backed away further, coming up against a wall, where she could go no further.

“Please, I…” Whatever she was going to say ended in a frightened scream as he closed the distance between them in the blink of an eye. He silenced her with a hand over her mouth and the other wrapped around her waist to pull her body close to his.

“Shh…” He leaned down sniffed at her hair, breathing deeply, savoring the scent of her fear. “Like I said. I’m gonna give ya a chance ta make it up ta me.” He purred in her ear and pulled his hand away from her mouth.

“M…make it up to you?” He could feel her fighting the trembling of her body. He smiled.

“Yer gonna cum fer me, cause if ya don’t I’m gonna fuck ya raw.” He nuzzled at her neck, breathing deeply of the sweetly scented shampoo she’d used.

“You want me to…I don’t know if I can…I…” She stammered. “You, like, scare the shit out of me.”

“Shh...Jest relax, sweetheart. Ain’t nobody gonna know but you and me. ‘Long as ya play along, old Vic’s gonna be real gentle.”

He nibbled carefully at the soft skin of her neck and loosened his grip on her waist. He reached below the hem of her shirt to glide his fingers across the bare flesh of her thighs. He caressed her slowly, his lips pressed against the pulse in her neck until its beat began to slow and he could feel her begin to relax.

Now he moved his lips to hers with, what was for him, gentle insistence. She hesitated before opening her mouth to him. He kissed her slowly tasting the salty sweetness of the tears that had begun to flow. He plucked at the buttons of her shirt, unfastening them one by one. At first her mouth was simply passive under his, letting him do as he pleased, but then she began to respond hesitantly. He slipped the shirt from her body and let it drop to the floor.

“Good girl.” He purred in her ear. He could smell the change in her. The fear was still there, but her body was beginning to respond to his touch. He kissed her neck again while he cupped one breast and kneaded the soft flesh until he brought the pink nipple to a hard point. A glance at her face revealed a flush in her cheeks and wide, dark eyes. He gave the second breast similar treatment as he nibbled carefully at her shoulder.

He pulled her body close to his again, and this time she slipped her arms around his neck, resting her face on his shoulder. He spent a moment stroking the smooth skin of her back and felt the soft roundness of her ass before lifting her from her feet. She gasped and her arms tightened around his neck. Just a few steps across the room to the bed, and he laid her down.

“Ya smell good enough ta eat.” He growled as he held his body over hers. He kissed her again, briefly. Then he began to nibble and lick his way down the curve of her neck to her breasts. Her hands fluttered hesitantly to touch his head hair before returning to clutch at the spread.

“Ya can touch me, sweetheart. Go ahead.” He looked up at her and found her biting her lip in confusion as fear and arousal warred with one another. He gave her a feral grin before returning his attention to her breasts. After a moment, he felt her hands stroking his hair nervously.

When he tired of her breasts, he moved lower, tasting the skin of her belly. When his lips touched the neatly trimmed patch of hair between her thighs she gasped. Pushing her thighs apart, he pressed on, following the heady scent of arousal like a beacon. He pressed her thighs further apart and began to lick and nibble at her clit. She cried out and her hips bucked. He held her still and began to work in earnest, her scent filling his nostrils as the taste of her juices coated his tongue. The scent of fear still lingered, adding an extra spice to the heady cocktail of scent and flavor.

By now she was whimpering and squirming from his attentions. Her clit was swollen and sensitive, bringing a moan or squeal from her each time he nibbled at it. He could feel a trembling in her body and her juices began to flow more freely. Knowing she must be close, he redoubled his efforts, lapping at her lips and plunging his tongue inside her. He rubbed her clit with the calloused pad of his thumb and she bucked under him with a startled cry, her body shuddering with her climax. He rode it out, lapping up the new flood of moisture hungrily.

As she lay panting, he wiped his face on the spread, then moved up her body to kiss her again. He pressed his tongue into her mouth, knowing her taste still lingered there. He pressed his cock against her slick entrance and it slid home with a single deep thrust. She made a noise that was half moan, half whimper, muffled by his kiss.

He began to move, groaning with the effort of holding back. The animal in him, inflamed by the smell and taste of her, wanted to fuck her hard. Instead he held grimly to his control as he stroked slow and deep, drawing shudders from the small body beneath him. Her mouth hung open now and her eyes were half closed. Cumming seemed to have drained the resistance from her and now she simply reacted to him without thinking.

This first time wouldn’t last long, he knew. He’d held the animal at bay as long as he could and it would get its due. When he felt her pussy clench around him and heard her little mewling cry, the tension in his loins unleashed itself and he came with a snarl. His hips jerked roughly as he emptied himself deep inside her. He lay still a moment, eyes closed, breathing heavily as he struggled for control. His cock was still hard and the animal’s lust still raged inside him.

When he thought he could trust himself again he rolled aside. He reached for her, wrapping his arms around her and pressing his hard cock against her ass. He buried his face in her hair and breathed deeply of her.

“Kitty…” He rumbled into her ear. “Gonna let ya have a little rest, ‘fore we go again.”

“Again?” Her voice shook and a fresh whiff of fear wafted through the air.

“Gonna fuck ya all night, pretty little Kitty. Yer a damned good lay, sweetheart.”