Pretending

I played Hank; friend played Logan, in addition to the norm.

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Kurt struggled back to consciousness, only vaguely aware of what had happened. But he knew who he'd seen and that wasn't a good thing.

"Wakey-wakey," Sabretooth growled, his voice dangerously soft as he tightened the last of the knots, knowing they would hurt. He knelt back a moment to admire his handiwork. Kurt looked surprisingly good, wrists bound to the root of a tree, his ankles tied wide apart. "How ya feelin'?" He smirked.

He hissed softly and tugged at his restraints as best he could, wincing a little. His head was still swimming in haze, not able to register anything but the pressure holding him down.

"You're doin' that good?" Creed laughed, pinning Kurt's hands down, stilling his pathetic struggles, looking down into barely focused blue eyes with a grin. He ran his claws down the entire length of the boy's arms, feeling fur beneath the image, feeling it give way to his claws, the skin beneath splitting slightly, not hard enough to be deep just hard enough to draw blood.

Kurt moaned softly at the pain, his body automatically trying to twitch away from what was causing it. He wiggled his invisible tail free from under him and tried to push him away with it.

One of Sabretooth’s hands let go of Kurt, catching hold of his tail easily, guiding the pushing - something that was no doubt meant to get rid of him - towards his hardening cock, surely it could make itself useful that way? Growling softly at the pained little noise that escaped the boy beneath him, the claws of the hand that was still on him tightened, digging deeper, ripping skin and cloth as it continued its southward journey, making short work of Kurt's clothes.

He gasped and whimpered, cowering back from the new explode of pain. He wiggled his tail attempting to get it out of what surely was an iron grip.

"Mmm, yeah, struggle, boy," Sabretooth growled softly, leaning his entire weight on the much smaller boy, his hand moving back up to Kurts wrists, wanting to feel that subtle crunch of bone on bone beneath his palms. His other hand quickly stripped off the tattered ruins of Kurt's khakis, running four of his claws down the tender skin on Kurts inner thigh, raising his hand to lick away the minute traces of blood.

"Y'taste good boy, real sweet." He smirked, leaning down to kiss him, hard, sharp teeth drawing blood from Kurt's mouth.

He winced, but stopped his struggling, just trying to breathe through the weight on him. He gasped again, though softer, and coughed around the blood that spilled into his mouth. He cringed, not enjoying the coppery taste.

Creed sat back slightly, smirking as he looked at the disgust on the boy's face. Those delicious little noises had stopped. He wondered if the boy would scream, the thought made his hips grind forward against Kurt's bare flesh. He leaned down, licking the sweet coppery tang from the boy's mouth, smirking as something in the boy's wrist cracked audibly—along with the crackle of his holowatch being smashed— his other hand busy spreading Kurts ass cheeks, a thick clawed finger tearing at the sensitive skin he found as he probed at the tight little hole, pulling away to watch Kurt's expression.

Kurt yelled out, tensing and flinching away again, the pain rapidly trying to override the drug. At least enough to talk. "N-no," he said, clearer but panicked eyes darting.

"Yes," Sabretooth smiled, letting go of Kurt's wrist to pin down the boy's hips, keeping him still, "be grateful that I'm giving you this much, boy." He grunted, forcing his finger inside, he groaned at the heat and tightness - blood easing the way a little. "Fuck, who'd a thought an ass like yours would be so tight?" He laughed.

He shuddered and clenched his eyes shut. He tried his best to ignore Sabretooth, trying to focus instead on clearing his mind or everything but a different place to be.

"Oh no," Sabretooth growled, wrenching his finger from Kurt and stroking his cock to full harness. "You're gonna keep your eyes open for this boy," He said, using his thumb to force one of Kurt's eyes open as his other hand guided his cock to the boy's entrance. He leaned down to whisper in Kurt's ear, "I want you to know exactly who's doing this to you." In one brutally hard motion he thrust in.

He screamed, pain burning down his tail and up to cloud his mind once again. "St-stop!" he yelled, shaking and trying to pull away again. "It hurts," he hissed out, tears leaking from his eyes.

Sabretooth laughed lowly, shuddering at the scream-- oh god yeah that was good. A combination of tight heat and a writhing body, yeah this was the good life.

"Hurts?" He asked as his hips pistoning, forcing his cock in and out of Kurt's abused hole at a pace he knew would be painful. "Hurts ain't good enough," He snarled, leaning down to place deep bites over his shoulder, the crook of his neck, careful not to burst a vein. Sabretooth didn't want to kill him. Not yet anyway. He shifted, pinning Kurt's tail beneath his knee, grinding it down into the dirt. "Think this is bad, Crawler? This ain't nothin." He growled, licking blood from his lips. "You wanna know the worst of it? I'm gonna make sure you cum before I let you go back to them." He smirked knowing this was just the start.

Kurt's body heaved and arched at the pain. A sob escaped his lips before he yelled again, trying to twist away still.

Sabretooth watched every ounce of pain skitter across Kurt's face relishing every sound and movement knowing there was no chance of the boy's escape - he grunted as Kurt arched, his hips jack hammering harder as a familiar coil tightened in the pit of his belly. His hands squeezed hard on Kurt's hips, his fingers would leave dark bruises, his claws were grinding against bone already. The scent of the boy’s blood, the sound of flesh on flesh, the sound of his cries of pain...

"Fuck!" Creed roared, biting down on Kurt's shoulder until his teeth scraped against bone, shuddering as he filled the smaller figure with his seed. Sabretooth laughed as he pulled away. "For an X-Men," He smirked, licking Kurt's cheek almost fondly, "that wasn't too bad."

Kurt shuddered, pain burning everywhere, and yelped as his insides stung harshly at the hot liquid. Shutting his eyes again, he willed the tears away. He strained against his bonds weakly, wishing he could curl up, and felt tears dampening his fur farther as they fell again.

Sabretooth laughed softly, almost a chuckle, reaching up one clawed finger to catch one of Kurt's tears on the very tip. He smeared the salty water over the ragged wounds on Kurt's lips, knowing it would sting, still pinning him with his weight.

"Suddenly you're not so tough, huh?" He asked quietly.

The teleporter whined softly at the sting and opened his eyes just a little, looking up at him. "Fick dich, Arschloch. Gehen Sie stirbt in einem Graben," he muttered, not bothering to translate. A growl caught in his chest and he spit bloody saliva at him, doing his best to glare.

Sabretooth laughed, slowly wiping the saliva from his face, licking almost idly at the bloody parts as he spoke, "That... wasn't very nice, boy."

His gaze never faultered from the boy's before he back handed Kurt with enough force to bruise, if not to break bones. Grabbing roughly hold of Kurt's chin, Sabretooth forced him to look. "Now, unless you want them to find you one limb at a time, I suggest you don't do that again," He growled softly before sitting back, stretching lazily as he looked down at the bloody mess he'd made of Kurt already. "Do you understand?" He asked with a smirk, eyes roving over Kurt's half naked form.

Kurt cried out, his head snapping to the side. He slowly worked his jaw once Sabretooth let go, wincing a little. He looked back at him, suddenly nervous under his gaze-- which he knew was a little stupid considering what happened. "Y-yes," he mumbled.

Sabretooth took a deep breath, eyes half closing as he smelled the boy's fear resurface.

"Fast learner," He growled, shifting forward slightly, letting his claws tickle over the sensitive fur on Kurt's inner thighs - using his knees to keep the boy spread. "Any idea where we are?" He asked.

He shuddered at the sensation, drawing back as much as he could. "N-no," he said, not tearing his gaze from the others to bother to glance around and try to find out.

Sabretooth smirked, seeing Kurt trying to get away from his touch. In a lightening fast move he tore the rope from round the tree root that held Kurt's wrists down, twisting the end he effectively cut off the circulation to the boy's hands, pulling him up and back down so he was practically sat in Sabretooth’s lap, hands now behind his back and held there by one strong hand, ankles still bound apart. Sabretooth smirked, his mouth pressed to the blue German's ear from behind.

"Take a look," He gestured through the foliage where a glimpse of the mansion could be seen. "We can see them, but they can't see us." He smiled, his hand wrapping around Kurt's cock, stroking with perverse softness.

He shivered and strained against him, wriggling in his grasp. He shook his head, turning wide eyes on him. "But... Logan, he--he'll find me," he said with wavering confidence.

"The runt? You think so?" He asked softly, hips grinding forward as the boy wriggled. "We're down wind, Crawler. All we gotta do is keep it that way." He turned his head, running his tongue along the curve of Kurt's ear, sharp teeth nipping lightly, his hand still moving on Kurt's cock. "No one is gonna stumble over us... Ain't that nice? Or do you want them to, hmm? Want them to see you all spread out like this?" He squeezed Kurt's cock, not hard enough to hurt.

"They-- They wouldn't... care," he managed to say through a gasp, but not quite believing it. He glanced away in shame, his mind swimming in the sensations.

"Wouldn't care, huh?" Creed said, releasing Kurt's cock to reach up and force the teleporter to look back at the mansion. "Look, you can see them," He said with a grin that Nightcrawler wouldn't be able to see. "There's the one that calls herself Shadowcat and Rogue. Think they wouldn't care?" He asked, his strokes on Kurt's cock speeding up. "There's One Eye and the runt sharin' a beer outside; what about them? Think they wouldn't hate you for seeing you this way? All hot and panting like some bitch in heat?" He growled, his hardened cock sliding easily against the globes of Kurt's ass.

He groaned softly, tears pricking at his eyes again. "N-no, I'm... I'm not..." He shuddered, trying not to listen to him.

"I can smell the lie on you, boy." He smiled, knowing that he was messing with the boy's mind and loving every minute of it, one padded thumb sweeping over the head of Kurt's cock, smearing still warm cum over it. "Do ya even know what you want?" He asked, licking the trail of tears from Kurt's cheek.

"I want..." he sobbed softly when another shudder ran up his spine. "I want you to leave," he whispered, still looking over at the institute-- half hoping someone wandered over.

"Not yet, you still owe me. You're mine. You're gonna be mine for days, Crawler," He breathed. "Besides, somethin' tells me you're likin' this more than you're lettin' on." He laughed softly, pressing his teeth against Kurt's neck, not piercing the skin, just resting, feeling the pulse beneath as his strokes on the boy's cock became faster, more demanding.

He shut his eyes tightly, silently willing his forming erection away. He didn't want this, verdammt! He whined softly, muscles bunching up just a little.

"That's it," Creed coaxed softly, "feels good, don't it?" He let his mouth trail upwards, leaving a slick trail of spit and blood, breathing heavily against Kurt's ear. "You know it's wrong but it feels so damn good." He laughed softly. "No one's ever gonna be able to touch you again without you thinkin' of this, you know that?" He breathed, his grip tightening a little.

Kurt sobbed again, his hips bucking forward on their own accord. "St-stop..." he whispered shakily. "I... I don't..."

"Yes, you do." Creed grinned. "Just think... Who would you want to do this? Hmm?" He asked, an expert in screwing with peoples minds. His teeth closed over the soft flesh of Kurt's ear, nipping slightly, not enough to draw blood yet, before his tongue followed the patterns there. He'd wait... He'd wait for the boy.

Kurt groaned, his body shaking with the strain from holding back. His mind flashed to Scott, then Toad of all people, and then gasped as a dull burning of... something grew unbearable in his stomach and groin.

"Gotcha," Creed growled long and low, pulling Kurt back against him, feeling him shudder and buck against his still stiff cock. "Wish I was a telepath," He mused through the hazy fog of lust as his hand moved faster, determined to milk every last drop that Kurt had to give.

Kurt choked back a sob and scream as his hold broke and he came, arching sharply and bucking against the other mutant's hand. He shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure wove through his body.

Sabretooth growled. Catching the teleporter's cum in a cupped hand, he used it to slick his cock before shoving Kurt flat against the ground and shoving his cock straight into him. Feeling Kurt's ass still pulsing with the residue of his orgasm, it didn't take long for the sadist to cum, biting down hard on the back of Kurt's neck, marking him.

"Mine," He growled clawing at Kurt's back with his free hand, tearing long strips of flesh off just to see the boy writhe.

Kurt cried silently, his body shaking and arching away from the pain. But he soon just fell limp, body too tired to resist anything now.

Sabretooth sat back, pinning the boy where he was with one foot, examining the strips of skin that hung from his nails before wiping them on the rags of Kurt's shirt.

"There now," He said with a low laugh. "Don'cha feel better for that?" He smirked, hauling Kurt to his feet and throwing him over one shoulder - the ropes around Nightcrawler's ankles snapping easily thanks to his strength, leaving rough marks around Nightcrawler's ankles. "Wind's shifted," He murmured, more to himself, reaching into his pocket for the same needle he'd used earlier.

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Kurt slowly came back to himself, not bothering to wiggle against his restraints. He shivered as cold air rushed against his now matted fur and he licked at his dry lips-- though not helping much since he had a dry mouth-- wincing as he brushed against the cuts. Once again, his stomach threatened to heave out its own intestines at the bitter copper taste.

He shut his eyes tight against the nausea. He didn't know how long he'd been tortured, despite that he could tell if it was night or day. Who knew how long and how many times he'd been knocked out from the world? But it felt like weeks to him-- and his empty stomach. He wouldn't even be able to 'port if Sabretooth forgot to drug him up now.

"I know you're awake, Crawler your breathin' changes." Sabretooth smirked, pressing his nose against the back of Kurt's neck, dragging him back by his hip. Creed's claws scratched into deep cuts, opening the already infected wounds there. Five days of bliss, five days of a writhing body and those screams to satisfy his lust for revenge. "Maybe I should take you with me," He mused out loud, grinding his hips against Kurt's ass slowly as he spoke.

Kurt shuddered and a strangled cry caught in his throat. He didn't struggle against him, but tensed up, breath rattling in his chest and hurting it-- he was sure he had some bruised ribs if not fractured or broken; just hoping they weren't floating around and going to poke into his lung or any other vital part of his body.

Sabretooth grinned at the shudder, licking long lines over Kurt's neck, his shoulder, lapping up the pure copper tang of old blood.

"Mmm, lift up, boy." He patted Kurt’s thigh, urging him to lift his leg, feeling lazy after days of so much fun. His teeth sunk slowly, so very slowly, into Kurt’s bruised flesh, Sabretooth’s grip on Kurt’s thigh tightened, claws gouging deep marks. He shifted and something crunched beneath him, glancing down he saw the Crawler's tail bent at an odd angle and shrugged, returning his attention to the fresh bite marks amidst the many on the back of Kurt’s neck.

He whimpered, the new pain making his head swim again. He really didn't have the energy-- or a good throat anymore-- to scream again. But he didn't lift his leg, half from no energy and half because he still refused to be anything close to a willing participant. It was rape, not sex.

Sabretooth snarled, wrenching Kurt’s leg upwards, leaving four fresh gouges in his wake and delivering a slap that would leave a bruise to Kurt's already abused ass.

"How many days?" He snarled, wiping a grimy hand over the back of Kurt's neck, gathering blood to slick his cock before ramming into him. "How many fucking days and you still haven't learned to be nice!" He snarled, scraping his claws down the teleporter's chest. "And don’t dare fucking pass out again."

His body lurched a little and Kurt grunted in pain. He shut his eyes tightly again and clung to consciousness, too afraid of what could happen if he let himself ignore the pain.

Sabretooth growled, pounding into the supplicant body. It was no fun anymore, now that Kurt gave up writhing and barely screamed any more.

"Pathetic," He snarled, gripping Kurt's hips as he rose into a kneeling position, holding Kurt as he pounded into him rhythmically, one hand pawing roughly at the Nightcrawler's cock, the other splayed against his chest, running bloody circles around one of Kurt's nipples.

Kurt whimpered and arched away from the extra touches. He struggled to breath in this new position, his mind slowly going foggy again.

Creed growled, feeling Kurt start to pass out, going slightly limp in his arms. He moved his hand from the Nightcrawler's cock, biting his ear to catch his attention.

"Hey, Wagner," He panted, grinning as a thought came to him, flinging the nearly limp body onto the floor beneath him, still embedded in his ass. "Who do ya think my next victim should be, huh?" He whispered. "Pick a name."

Kurt weakly struggled back to consciousness and squirmed in protest. "N-no... Leave everyone alone," he managed to breathe out.

Sabretooth shuddered as Kurt squirmed. Yeah he'd been on the right track.

"C'mon Crawler, just say a name... Any name an' all this will end." He grinned, pounding into Kurt harder, his hands on the Nightcrawler's shoulder practically grinding him into the dirt. "Say a name an' I'll stop." He leaned down, running a clawed thumb over Kurt's cheek. "I swear."

Kurt shook slightly and turned his head so he wasn't eating the dirt. "Stop," he muttered. "I... I won't... Go," he turned his head more and bit at the thumb as hard as he could, "away!"

Sabretooth roared, forcefully yanking his hand away before punching Nightcrawler squarely in the face. He came with a dull grunt, yanking his softening cock out of Kurt and stood up, delivering a kick to the boy before spitting on him.

"Fucking pathetic little shit," He snarled, leaning down to grab his hair, dragging him to the nearest tree and tying him down. "I was gonna bring you back somethin' to eat but obviously you haven't learnt your lesson yet."

Kurt cried out at the kick, curling up before his hair was yanked-- dragging out another whimper from him. He slumped against the tree, his head dizzy and chest searing in pain. He tried to calm his breathing and himself down, just glad that he was leaving for a while-- even if it was ten minutes.

--

Todd hated dares. He decided this as he kicked his way through the forest out the back of the X-Geek's mansion. As soon as he completed the stupid dare and got hold of -

"Whoa!" Todd yelped, tripping over something that was solid but squishy at the same time. He glared at the ground before rolling over to see what he'd tripped over. "Jesus!" He breathed, taking in the sight of Kurt. Or rather, what was left of Kurt. Todd crawled over, pressing a cool webbed hand to one tiny place that wasn't covered in blood on Kurt's forehead. "Aw c'mon man, don't be dead," He almost whispered, eyes wide as he reached for the rope that tied the blue German down.

Kurt's body shuddered at the different touch and he struggled back from the corner of his mind he had retreated to once he knew that Sabretooth had left.

"Alive! You're alive!" Todd almost laughed with relief, finally getting the rope undone so Kurt could have his hands back. "This is a good thing... Kurt, can you hear me?" He asked, taking Kurt's face gently in both of his hands, wishing he knew how to help. "Do you even know who I am?"

The teleporter cracked open his eyes, but his vision was still hazy and all he saw was blonde hair-- god, no, he couldn't be back already. He whimpered and struggled away, Todd's voice not registering.

"Hey, hey, easy," Todd said softly as Kurt struggled, letting him go so the other boy wouldn't panic. Toad couldn't help but see the damage that had been inflicted on Kurt's entire body. "Jesus... Who did this to you?" He asked, not expecting an answer as he tried to think of what to do. He had to get Kurt some help. And soon. He reached out to pick him up.

Kurt curled up into himself, wincing at the pressure it put on his stomach but stayed none the less. Idly, he wondered why Sabretooth let him go. And when he saw the blonde figure approaching again, he weakly lashed out and yelled, "Go away! Not again!"

Todd swayed back from the weak punch.

"Kurt! Its me! Tod- Toad! I'm not gonna do anythin to you, I swear!" He said. Steeling himself, he reached forward, pulling Kurt to him as carefully as he could, gathering him into his arms like a groom carrying his bride, trying to make the Nightcrawler feel safe. "God, Kurt, it's okay, it's me... It's me," He chanted softly, starting to walk towards the mansion.

Kurt choked back a sob and struggled against him. He shuddered as everything suddenly caught up to him and he just fainted.

Todd grunted as Kurt went limp in his arms, his dead weight a little heavier now. He looked down, fighting back nausea as he saw the damage that Kurt had sustained; claw marks, bite marks... Todd frowned, trying to narrow down a list of suspects. He looked up as the mansion loomed closer, swallowing hard before heading towards the main gates, praying someone would see him.

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Logan scowled as he slammed the door open. Sometimes he could just strangle the kids that lived in this place and if it wasn't for - he paused, eyes narrowing as he followed the scent that he'd just picked up. He turned to see Toad - Toad of all people - walking towards the mansion with...

"Kurt!" Logan ran forward. "What the hell did you do to him?" He snarled before catching all sorts of strange scents.

"I didn't do nothin an' I don't wanna stand around arguin' neither," Toad snapped right back, unconsiously cradling Kurt's body closer to himself protectively. "He needs help. Here, you'll be quicker carrying him," He said, handing over his burden carefully. Logan stared at Toad in amazement, holding Kurt carefully before heading into the mansion.

"Come on, we gotta get him down to Hank," Logan said in a no nonsense tone.

"'We'?" Toad asked, hesitating only a moment before running along after him, following him through the halls of the mansion until they reached the medical lab.

"McCoy? You in here?" Logan asked as he kicked the door open.

"Yes, I'll be right with you Logan," Hank called out from a back room where he was finishing storing some supplies. He, along with everyone else, had been past tired these last couple of days. It didn't seem like anyone even wanted to be cheery anymore, with Nightcrawler gone missing. They'd been out looking and scanning for him, but no trace could be detected.

And it seemed that Hank had been deemed as the one who everyone came to talk to about it.

"Right now, Hank," Logan called back, laying Kurt out on one of the empty beds, unable to stop himself from curiously glancing over at Toad who was hovering nervously nearby. "Kurt's been found and he needs you," Logan called out.

"Ya gotta help him, doc. He ain't right in the head," Todd said anxiously, biting his thumbnail.

Hank dropped the box he was holding and hurried out into the main room. He faultered when he saw Kurt, his eyes widening. "Oh my..." he breathed out and walked over to the still boy.

"Get towels and some warm water," he said, not caring who did it. He reached out a hand to smooth back Kurt's hair, but pulled it back then went to gather the basic medical supplies. He'd need to clean him before anything could really be determined, but he obviously would need stitches and probably casting.

Todd and Logan shared a glance, neither of them telepathic but both of them knowing what the other was thinking. Todd headed for the towels and Logan grabbed a bowl for the water, filling it from the sink as he glanced back over his shoulder, watching Toad return with towels.

"Is there anythin' else I can do to help?" Todd asked as Logan walked back with the water.

"Same goes for me, though I think I might be able to tell you more about what happened than he can," He said nodding to Toad as his fists bunched and cracked.

Hank shook his head and grabbed a towel, dipping it into the water before gently wiping at Kurt's face. "Right now, let's just focus on getting him cleaned and patched up, Logan. Then we'll toss ideas, hm?"

Five bowls of water, a stack of dirty towels and a used bar of soap later, Kurt was cleaned up. Hank pursed his lips in concentration as he gently checked him over, face growing darker at each new injury found.

Logan gave up on keeping still after the second water change. He paced the length of the medi-bay, watching Hank's face become darker and darker as he silently continued, watching the Toad boy surreptitiously touching the tips of his fingers to Kurt's - a tiny gesture that would have been lost if not for Logan’s heightened senses.

"I know who did it, Hank," Logan burst eventually. "Kurt stinks of him."

Hank sighed as he put an IV into Kurt's hand, pumping a light sedative into him in case he woke up during the stitching. "I know, Logan," he muttered, still concentrating on the boy. "My senses may not be as strong as yours, but I know."

After shaving off patches of his fur-- half-heartily wondering if Kurt will be sulky about it after he healed-- and opened up the infected wounds to carefully bleed them out before stitching him back up. After that was done, he adjusted his wrist in the correct position and put a plaster cast on it-- doing that to his tail as well.

Todd hovered nearby nervously watching the brief exchange between the two.

"So somebody mind fillin' me in?" He asked, half smiling, the joke sticking in his throat as he looked down at the recumbent figure on the bed with all sorts of wires and contraptions hanging from him. "Who the hell did this to him?" He asked with a frown.

"That's X-Men business, kid," Logan said before firmly turning back to the doctor. "What's the damage?" He asked gravelly, trying his hardest to control his temper.

Hank sighed heavily again as he eased the IV out and pulled a cover over the blue boy. "From what I can see, multiple cuts-- some wide enough to be gashes and holes. A broken wrist and, sadly, his tail as well. A light concussion, I'm guessing, too." He shook his head. "But that might not be all. We have to wait for him to wake and reassess. Also, you and I both know that's not as deep as it goes," he said, his piercing gaze turning onto Logan before moving to Toad.

"Where did you find him, lad?" he asked the boy, curious.

Logan grunted in acknowledgement the both of them knowing that the psychological effects would run so much deeper. He wanted to know if Kurt was going to be alright right now but knew that was an impossible task to ask of the doctor. He turned his gaze over to Toad at Hank's question.

"Out in the woods, not too far... I don't think I'd have been able to carry him that far, you know?" He smiled nervously before looking over at Hank. "All that stuff sounded kinda serious... Is he, er, you know, gonna be okay?" He asked without knowing that worry was written all over his face.

Hank nodded, offering a weak smile. "I have no doubt that he'll heal fully physically in a month or two." Not elaborating more, he looked back at Logan. "Could you let Charles and the others know he's safe down here? Oh, and no visitors except for you, Ororo and Charles. At least for now."

"And me," Toad said, looking up at the doctor with hopeful eyes. "Right?" He swallowed hard and added, "P... please?" Logan shot Toad glance in surprise before frowning as he looked back to Hank.

"Right," He nodded sharply. "Want the kid to stay here or...?" He gestured to Todd.

Hank hesitated before nodding slowly. "Yes. He can stay here." It was against his better judgment, but the boy seemed honest enough in his worry for Nightcrawler.

Logan grunted, rolling his eyes at the doctor's soft heart before stalking from the room.

Todd grinned widely and moved over to the bedside as he babbled, "Thanks, doc, that's real nice of you. Promise I won't make you regret it." His sudden good mood evaporated in a puff of smoke as he looked back at Kurt's ragged form, running his fingers over the back of Kurt's hand. "He looks so small," He said quietly before looking up. "What ain't you guys tellin me?" He asked. "Please... Tell me," He said wondering if he'd stoop so low as to beg for information.

Hank sat down on the bed next to Kurt's, the mattress sagging slightly from his weight. He stared at the Brotherhood member before answering with, "Tell me the truth-- er, Toad, was it?-- do you genuinely care for the boy or are you fishing for information?"

Toad blushed brightly, unable to meet the doctor's honest, piercing gaze as he shrugged one shoulder at the question.

"I... He's..." He frowned, thinking it through. "We ain't never been close, alright? But he told me some stuff an'... I... don't... wanna fight him no more," Todd finally ground out, looking surprised at himself. "I... I think I kinda got what he was tellin me, you know?" He frowned looking up. "I'm not saying I like him or nothin, just... I just gotta know," He said in a lost voice, looking down at Kurt once more. "I aint gonna tell anyone else if that's what you're worried about," He added defensively.

Hank smiled softly and nodded. "I believe you." His smile widened a little. "He knows just how to get under everyone's skin, huh?" He sighed, his tone taking on a harder edge. "Creed. Also known as Sabretooth. He attacked Kurt. Real bad, as you can see."

Todd went through emotions pretty quick as Hank spoke; shock as the doctor said he believed him, amusement that he understood Kurt and... He wasn't sure what to feel at that last bit...

"Sabretooth," He breathed. "Y-yeah I think I've heard of him." He looked down, closing his eyes before looking back up. "You guys are gonna kill him... Right?" He asked in eerily calm tones.

Hank hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "That is not the way of X-Men. But..." He paused, shaking his head. "I can't say about the ways of his friends. Especially Logan— everyone knows he favors him though he’d never admit it— and with it being Sabretooth... And Rogue. I don't know if even Charles could stop them if their minds were set on it."

Todd nodded and was quiet for a moment, his fingers still tracing patterns over the back of Kurt's hand.

"Think they'd let me go with them?" He asked before shaking his head. "There was something Kurt said, when I found him. I dunno if it'd be a help though..." He mumbled, feeling useless.

"What did he say?" Hank asked, though figuring along the lines of it. Of course he and Logan had smelled sex on him, but he didn't want to disclosed that information to just anyone. That was Kurt's decision when he awoke.

"Well, he was kinda groggy... But he just about opened his eyes and then said 'go away... Er... not again'." Todd frowned, things falling into place and he looked up with wide shocked eyes. "Sabretooth... He... and Kurt..." Toad sat down heavily on the chair beside the bed, his head in his hands. "Gawd... No wonder he didn't want me to touch him," He mumbled. "How could I have been so stupid!"

Hank shook his head, reaching out and grasped the boy's shoulder reassuringly. "You weren't stupid. You did the right thing. If he'd been left there..." He trailed off, not even wanting to say it.

"Toad," he said, voice turning serious again, "I expect you to not mention this detail to anyone. We don't know how much was done and what he can stand yet."

"Gimmie a break, doc," Toad snapped, shaking off the hand that had been so comforting, unable to deal with so many emotions all at once. "I wouldn't do that to him. To anyone," He quickly amended. "Look, I... I gotta run." He glanced at Kurt. "But I'll be back real soon, okay?" He said, hopping towards the door. "And doc... It's not 'Toad', it's Todd,." He smiled, hoping that would be enough of an apology before he hopped out of the building as fast as he could.

"Right. Todd," he said softly, smiling gently before turning his gaze back to Kurt. The smile faded and his gaze turned worried. He sat quietly just watching him and wondering when he'd wake up. Wondering how much he'd suffered and if anything could be done for him.

He debated getting up and continuing with his work in the room but decided against it and just waited for Logan to come back with the Professor and what would surely be the rest of the household despite his request.