So much can happen in a year

Chapter 7

April



Hanks hands shook as he fixed a broken panel on the Blackbirds hull. Shaking them out irritably he re-adjusted his foot holding and tried to concentrate on what he was doing. How long had it been since he'd slept? Knowing Sabretooth was inside Xaviers school, knowing Logan *knew* and -



"Hello lover" Hank lost his footing in suprise, tumbling towards the hanger floor and still holding onto the wrench he'd been using. He braced himself for impact with the solid concrete floor and - stopped with a jolt. Strong arms cradled him, holding him against a stronger body. Creed grinned down at him, "nice to know ya so eager"



"Let me go" Hank blushed, struggling to get out of Sabretooths arms,



"Ok" He put his hands in his pockets, watching the Doctor sprawl on the floor,



"Aren't you supposed to be in a cage somewhere or did you escape from the zoo?" Hank snapped bad temperdly as he climbed to his feet, resisting the urge to minister to his backside. Creeds grin widened, flashing too long canines,



"I'm on bail for bein' a good boy" He growled, sticking to the Doctors side as he headed towards his toolbox. Hank blushed as one of Creeds hands trailed over his ass, squeezing just enough to make him push back for more before he realised what he was doing and stepped away,



"Don't" He murmured, glancing around the vast hanger,



"Why not?" Creed growled in his ear, practically moulding himself to the Doctors back,



"Logan knows - will you desist!" Hank snapped, tearing the hand that was currently exploring his belt buckle away,



"So what that he knows? As long as the runt ain't watchin' I don't care" Sabretooth breathed, dragging him tighter to him as his hips ground forward, "hell, right now I don't care if the little runt *is* watchin'" He practically purred,



"Well I do-ooh!" Hank clapped a hand over his mouth as Creed teasingly squeezed his crotch, laughing wickedly in his ear,



"Come on, McCoy" He whispered, his free hand tracing down Hanks left arm, catching his wrist lightly, guiding his hand up to the sleek hull of the Blackbird, "how long's it been hmm? How longs it been since I last touched ya like *this*?" Creed squeezed the hardening bulge in Hanks pants,



"Oooh!" Hank sighed, biting his lower lip, "at a rough guess-" His claws screeched on the hull of the jet as Creed slowly unzipped his trousers, "three weeks, four days - uh - thirteen hours - oh! - forty two minutes and fifteen seconds - Ah! Creed! If you're going to do it would you please put a little effort behind it?" He breathed, groaning as the fingers wrapped around his cock flexed,



"Oh I'm just waitin' for the magic words" Creed smirked, mock - tenderly kissing the soft, sensitive skin just behind Hanks ear,



"Which one?" Hank panted, inwardly doing calculus in an attempt to calm himself - this was *not* dignified, "'please' or 'do it now and I *won't* kill you'?" Sabretooth laughed at him,



"You're going to say it anyway, why not save yaself the trouble hmm?" He whispered, "ya *want* this" He realised with a start,



"No" The Doctor groaned, even as the fingers of his right hand laced with Creeds against the metal of the jet,



"No?" Creed breathed, biting his earlobe hard enough to draw blood, "then tell me to stop...hmm?"



"I don't even know *what* I want anymore" The Doctor confessed in a broken whisper, "oh dear Lord, why me?"



"Listen to your instincts Doc" Creed whispered in reply, rhythmically grinding forward, "why you...? Me and you...we're animals...born that way not hand made like the runt-" Hank whimpered as his pants and boxers pooled around his ankles,



"No, I - I'm not an animal-"



"Yes ya are...the difference between you and me is that you're clever, McCoy...ya got *brains*" Creed grinned, loving the little noises that his love was making as a finger - devoid of it's usual razor sharp claws - circled round his anus teasingly, the slight push made the Doctor *writhe*, "ya could have got out of this so easily if ya really *wanted* too" Hanks hand covered Creeds suddenly, their fingers lacing together as he stroked the Doctors aching coc



"Victor" Hank breathed softly, his head falling back on the other mans shoulders,



"Beg for me, McCoy" Sabretooth squeezed in counterpoint to his finger pressing that little bit harder,



"Never" Hank managed to gasp, biting his lower lip and tasting blood as he stared resolutely at the hull of the ship, trying to calm himself down, trying to ignore - suddenly all the torturously delicious sensations were torn away as Creed stepped back with a feline growl. Hank tried to turn to face him but was kept in place by the hand covering his own on the ship, "Creed-"



"Ya know my name, *use it*" Creeds words were barely intelligable, mixed in with the growl. The anger in it, the danger of it sent shivers down Hanks spine, he opened his mouth to speak again when a hand clamped over it. Two fingers - salty with the taste of himself - pressed against his tongue, "is this stubborness in the X-men job description?" He snapped, the fingers setting up a tiny rhythm of in and out - just enough to make Hank suck and moan, "wanted: - mutants. Must be stubborn, prideful and -" Creeds hips ground forwards, pulling his fingers from Hanks hot mouth, " - tight assed" The Doctor groaned, pushing back into the spit slicked finger at his entrance,



"Interesting as this monologue is Creed, I'd rather you put that mmmouth of yours to p-proper use" Hank stammered, hissing and hips twitching as Creeds finger slipped into him,



"Oh very good Doc" Sabretooth laughed, "ya bin practicin' sayin that without blushin'?" Hank closed his eyes as his chin was tilted up and back. The angle was awkward but he didn't care because the kiss he recieved was hot and wet and demanding and full of filthy words staccato'd with his own moans as *that* *spot* inside him sent shudders of hot, pounding pleasure up his spine and down his cock,



"Oh Creed! Please! Harder - uhn - oh yes" Hank was barely aware of the fact that he was babbling into the kiss, eyes half hooded as he panted, hips moving in counterpoint to Sabretooths teasing ministrations, illusive orgasm...just...out...of...reach...



"McCoy..." Creed breathed in his ear, hot breath spilling over his skin like warm velvet,



"Yes" Hank whispered back, pushing back, spreading his legs that little bit more in invitation, "Victor...yes..."



"April fools" By the time Hanks lust fogged brain had caught up with the words, his pants were back on, zipped up and Creed was half way across the hanger,



"What?!" Hank yelled, finally catching up,



"April fools, McCoy, happy first of April" Creed turned in the doorway, "you should have seen the look on your face" He grinned, moving to leave



"Walk through that door and I swear I'll never let you touch me again" Hank snapped, wondering just how Creed could walk in an upright position. Sabretoot turned with a smirk, eyes raking the entire length of the Doctors body, he winked before turning to leave, the retort drifting down the corridor,



"Yes, McCoy, you will"