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. The rough draft of this story is now complete at ten chapters. I will be editing and posting one chapter a week until the story is complete.

Chapter Seven: Offering

Logan’s temper hadn’t improved any by the time he and Ororo returned to the Mansion. The Professor had managed to contact Magneto. But the bastard just denied having anything to do with Sabertooth or the kids. The youngsters still weren’t showing up on Cerebro’s radar and Sabertooth himself was being slippery.

After dropping off the damned image inducer with Hank he headed for his room, glaring at anyone who dared speak to him. God damn it! He should be out there looking for them, not cooling his heels here.

He tossed his duffel bag carelessly on the bed. He almost missed the soft thump that told him he’d knocked something to the floor. He knew he hadn’t left anything on the bed. Curious he walked around the bed to find a heavy padded envelope. He picked it up and turned it over.

It was addressed to him in a familiar scrawl. Shit. One of the kids must have signed for it. How long had it been lying there? He stifled the urge to tear it open: instead he carefully slit it open with one claw. As the plastic interior gave way, a trace of familiar scent wafted into the air.

Sabertooth.

Inside were two sealed plastic bags containing bits of stained cloth. His stomach churned. He knew what they were. But he opened them up anyway, taking a careful sniff of each. Kurt and Kitty and Creed. Blood and sex and fear. His rage grew as he read the message his rival had left him, written in the mingled stains of blood and shit and cum.

“I’ll take what’s yours and make it mine. Nothing you love is safe.”

A heavy growl ripped through his throat as he took another look at the shipping label. No more waiting. Now he had a place to start.


Kurt woke to the sense of being watched…

He blinked his yellow eyes in the darkness. A faint light came from the open door and he could make out the hulking form of Sabertooth sitting in a chair nearby. Neither the chair nor the man had been there when he’d fallen asleep. Neither had Kitty.

Kitty.

He must have said it aloud, since the shape beside him shifted. Sabertooth’s voice rumbled from the darkness.

“Think I wore her out.” An unwelcome hand reached from the shadows to touch his face. “Yer fever’s gone.”

“Where is she? What have you done with her?” Kurt pushed the hand away and sat up, peering into the darkness.

“Don’t get all riled up. She’s sleepin’ like a baby right over there.”

The bedside lamp sprang to life with a soft click. He could see Kitty curled up on the other cot. He held his breath until he saw the gentle rise and fall of her chest.

“Sweet little piece.” Sabertooth smirked at him. At Kurt’s scowl, he spoke again. “She ain’t hurt none, I was real gentle. Like I promised.”

“She had better not be hurt.” Kurt growled. “Or you’ll have more than just Wolverine to worry about.”

“I can take care of myself, kid.” Sabertooth held out a glass of juice and several pills. “Here, was waiting to give you yer meds. Don’t expect her to wake up real quick.”

Kurt took the pills reluctantly, seeing no other option. He hated the grogginess that came with them. He was helpless enough as it was.

“Gonna lock ya in a while. I’ll let ya out a bit later.” He reached out and ruffled Kurt’s hair in mock affection. Kurt jerked away from the casual touch.

Sabertooth chuckled and picked up the chair, taking it with him. Kurt sipped at his juice while he listened to the sound of the lock engaging. Then he sat for a long time watching Kitty sleep, until the drowsiness overcame him again and he slept.


When Kurt woke, he found Kitty awake, curled up into a ball at the foot of his cot. Soft sobs shook her body. The lamp was still on and there was no sign of Sabertooth other than a new plate of sandwiches.

“Kitty?” He sat up and reached for her. She flinched at his touch. “Katzchen?”

“I…I can’t do this Kurt. Oh God!” She curled up even tighter, her sobs becoming more ragged.

“Are you hurt? You never came back and the door was locked.” He reached for her again, slowly. She didn’t flinch this time, but her body was stiff. He pulled her into his arms. She continued to sob and hid her face against his chest. “Please talk to me, Kitty. Did he hurt you?”

“N...no...” Her words were muffled. “He…There’s something wrong with me. I let him…I…”

“It’s all right…” Kurt rubbed her shoulders soothingly and began to rock with her a little. “It’s like you told me. A game for him.”

“I feel…I’m all dirty inside. He didn’t hurt me...But he didn’t stop. I don’t know how long...How many times…” Now she was clinging to him. “I think he…What if he does it again? I can’t…”

“Shh…” Kurt rocked her back and forth, thinking. What could he do if the monster wanted to take her again? He was still ill, though the fever was subsiding. And powerless. Physically he was no match for the larger mutant. “It cannot be much longer before we are found. I will think of something.”

There was only one way he could think of, unless Logan or the others arrived soon. It was obvious the bastard was fascinated with him, for whatever reason. If he offered himself, Sabertooth would take it wouldn’t he?

By the time their captor reappeared, the sandwiches were gone. Kitty had pulled herself together a bit and had showered, donning another t-shirt from the quickly emptying drawer. He had even coaxed her into watching a DVD with him. They were curled up together on Kurt’s cot, watching it, when the door opened.

“Humph…Snuggled up like a coupla puppies.” Kitty stiffened and Kurt pulled her a little tighter. Sabertooth’s gaze swept over them critically. “Relax. Not like I care what ya do in here.”

“What do you want?” Kurt asked him. He thought better of his tone when the man’s expression darkened.

“Said I was gonna let ya out fer a bit. Thought mebbe the lady here might want ta finish washing them clothes. And mebbe yer up ta walking around some.”

“Yes…Thank you.” Kurt’s reply was carefully polite.

“No funny business. Outside doors is locked and there ain’t no place ta go anyway. If yer hungry ya can get yer own grub. But first, I need ta give ya another shot. Doctor’s orders.”

As the man approached with the syringe, Kitty slipped from Kurt’s arms and retreated across the room. At his gesture, Kurt lifted the hem of his t-shirt and turned to expose his hip. The injection was quick and almost painless, though the medication left a lingering burning sensation. Kurt prayed that it was the promised antibiotic and not something more sinister.

“There ya go.” He tried not to flinch from the too friendly pat on his bared hip. He pulled the t-shirt back down and watched the man warily as he left the room, leaving the door open behind him.

It took a few minutes of coaxing before Kitty would agree to leave the room with him. Kurt had grown tired of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Not to mention staring at the same four walls for days on end. Finally, it was the promise that he wouldn’t leave her alone that convinced her to take Sabertooth’s invitation.

Their first stop was the kitchen, where Kurt managed to put together a hot meal from odds and ends. Sabertooth had been telling the truth when he said he didn’t cook. But the grilled cheese sandwiches and soup were a welcome change from a steady diet of peanut butter and jelly. They left a tray for Sabertooth on the counter, and then headed for the laundry room.

The room was small and poorly lit, but Kitty seemed to perk up a little as she busied herself with the simple chore. She wouldn’t let him help her, insisting that she knew how to sort laundry better than he did. So he just watched, offering comments occasionally. He didn’t miss the fact that her eyes wandered nervously to the open doorway every few minutes. This new timidity worried him. It wasn’t like Kitty to be so jumpy, even with reason. He was a little jumpy himself and it took an act of will not to watch the hallway for Sabertooth.

By unspoken agreement, they lingered in the little room, folding laundry into neat stacks. Neither one of them wished to return to their cell. At last, there was nothing left to fold or sort and their own clothes were clean and dry. They returned to their cell reluctantly, noting that Sabertooth had eaten the food left him, though he was nowhere in sight.

It felt good to wear his own clothes again. He thought Kitty felt the same as they sat watching DVD’s again. She seemed to get more nervous by the minute. So was he. Somehow, he didn’t think Sabertooth was going to leave them alone tonight.

The movie was nearly over when their captor made his appearance. How long he stood in the doorway watching them, Kurt didn’t know. It was the feeling of being watched that made him turn his head. The gaze that met his was frightening in its intensity. His arms tightened around Kitty protectively. She noted the change and turned to look as well.

“I ain’t interrupting am I?” Sabertooth stepped further into the room.

“No. We were just watching a movie.” Kurt thought again of his plan. He felt Kitty tremble slightly.

“Just about time for yer meds, ain’t it?” He approached until he towered over them.

“I’m feeling a bit better.” Kurt craned his neck to look up at him. “Perhaps we can skip it tonight?”

Rather than answer him, the man pressed a palm to Kurt’s forehead. After a brief moment, the hand slid lower to cup the side of his face. Sabertooth rumbled thoughtfully.

“No fever…And yer eyes look brighter.” The hand dropped away. “Up to you. Might sleep better with ‘em.”

“I’d rather not.” Kurt answered.

“Suit yerself. Looks like the movie’s over.” He reached down and wrapped a large hand around Kitty’s arm. She stiffened. “Come on sweetheart, time fer bed.”

“Please, no.” She whispered. “I can’t…”

“Ain’t asking. Don’t make me drag you.”

“Please…” Kurt wrapped his tail around Sabertooth’s wrist. “Not tonight. I will go with you if you wish.”

“Kurt, no!” Kitty turned wide eyes to him. “I’ll go…” She was cut short by a growl from Sabertooth.

“What makes ya think ya got a choice?” His grip on Kitty’s arm tightened and suddenly Kurt felt the iron grip of its mate just above his collar. Kurt swallowed against it, feeling the prick of claws. Sabertooth studied him for a long moment.

“Yer still sick.” But he released Kitty’s arm and instead touched Kurt’s face again. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with her.”

“I am feeling better and…I…will not fight you. You may do as you wish with me.” Kurt swallowed again. The knot of fear in his throat seemed to travel straight downwards to form an icy ball in the pit of his stomach. He fought the urge to plead his case, fearing that it would goad the man into tormenting Kitty further.

Silently the man shifted his grip to take Kurt’s arms, pulling him upright until he stood on the cot. Face to face with Sabertooth, he found his scrutiny unnerving. He dropped his gaze to focus on the faint pulsing beat in the man’s neck. He looked up again, startled as the man grasped his face and pulled him close. He held himself still as Sabertooth kissed him.

The man’s grip was firm, but the kiss was surprisingly gentle considering his previous violence. Then it was over before Kurt could decide how to respond, or whether he should at all. It left him confused and he allowed himself to pulled from the cot.

“Come on, boy.” A possessive hand closed over his arm and tugged him along towards the door. Was it his imagination or did Sabertooth seem to be in a hurry? Almost as if he was afraid Kurt would change his mind.

“Kurt?” Kitty called uncertainly as the door closed behind them. Sabertooth paused to lock it securely before leading Kurt down the hall to his room. He was being tugged along at such a pace that Kurt had no time to think before he found himself propelled through the door.

Sabertooth released him once the door was closed. Kurt backed away until he stood in the center of the room. He watched the larger man lock the door. To make it harder for him to run, he supposed. Not that he could if he wanted to; he seemed to be rooted to the spot.

“Take them clothes off.” The man sat down in a chair and pulled off his boots. When he looked up, Kurt hadn’t moved. “Take ‘em off or I’ll tear ‘em off.”

Kurt started at the sound of his voice and nervously began to peel off his clothing. It was one thing to plan this in his head. Actually doing it was something else. Looking for somewhere to put his things, he wound up piling them on a chair. He avoided looking at Sabertooth, feeling the man’s gaze on him as if it were a physical thing. Refusing to think on it, he quickly slipped his boxers off and added them to the pile before turning.

When he did, Sabertooth was mere inches away. His erect cock jutted out like some sort of weapon. Kurt’s eyes had to travel the broad expanse of his chest before coming to rest on his face. He stepped back in surprise, the backs of his knees drawing him up short as they met the edge of the chair. Sabertooth’s expression was one of possessive lust and it sent a chill sweeping through him.

“Where you goin’ boy?” Those large hands reached for him, and for a moment he could think of nothing but escape. He tried to dodge aside, but Sabertooth was faster. In a blink he found himself pressed up against the wall, one of those clawed hands wrapped around his neck in a crushing grip. In a panic, he clutched at the hand and his tail wrapped around Sabertooth’s arm, desperately trying to pull it loose. Sabertooth growled at him, fangs bared.

Kurt froze at the sound. Realizing he was risking his life with his disobedience, he slowly dropped his hands and tail. He attempted to relax even as he struggled for breath. As he relaxed, so did Sabertooth’s grip. Kurt drew in a gasping breath.

“That was stupid.”

“I am sorry. I was startled.” Once again, Kurt fixed his gaze on the pulse in the man’s neck. He focused on keeping his body relaxed, doing his best to banish the knot of icy fear in his stomach.

“Don’t do it again.” The hand released his neck, and instead took his arm again and pushed him firmly towards the bed. Sabertooth pressed his back to the mattress with a hand on his chest and stretched out beside him. Once Kurt was still, the hand began to slowly stroke across his chest. Sabertooth’s eyes roamed over his body before coming to rest on his face.

“What…do you want me to do?” Kurt asked nervously. Sabertooth gave a low rumble before speaking, his hand never stilling its slow exploration.

“Fer now, jest relax. Ain’t expecting much outta ya, being sick and all.” Now the hand moved lower, stroking over Kurt’s belly and brushing past his genitals to stroke the inside of his thighs. “Never thought yer fur would be this soft.”

Kurt swallowed as the man leaned over him, intent on kissing him again. This wasn’t what he had expected after their first encounter. Sabertooth’s lips pressed against his firmly and he tried not to shrink away. When he felt careful fingers stroking over his balls, he gasped at the touch. The man took the advantage to deepen the kiss and brought his hand up further to stroke a palm over Kurt’s still soft cock. It twitched under his touch and Kurt again felt shame as his body began to respond sluggishly.

This seemed to please the man and he rumbled approvingly. He continued to slowly tease and caress his body. He released Kurt’s lips to nibble a trail along Kurt’s jaw and down to his neck above the collar. His teeth closed firmly over the jugular for a moment and Kurt knew a moment of pure terror. Then Sabertooth released his hold with a low chuckle.

“Ya are feelin’ better. Want ya ta touch me, boy. Getting’ tired of doing all the work.”

Kurt swallowed against the fear. He understood the message. Sabertooth could kill him at any moment. And might if he didn’t please him. No wonder Kitty had been terrified.

Kurt reached then, wrapping his arms around the body above him and rubbing his palms down the broad expanse of Sabertooth’s back. This time when their lips met, he opened his mouth willingly and did his best to respond to Sabertooth’s efforts. The man rumbled his approval and stroked Kurt’s growing erection more firmly. Then he shifted until his hard cock rubbed against Kurt’s hip in time with the stroking.

Despite Kurt’s fear and distaste for the man, his touch was having the desired effect. He no longer had to feign his responses and found himself bucking into Sabertooth’s hand. A quiet moan escaped his lips and he shoved aside the wave of shame that came with it. As Kurt’s passion mounted, Sabertooth leaned back on his elbow to watch him intently.

Kurt was too far gone now to be disturbed by the man’s scrutiny. Instead he closed his eyes. He felt his balls tighten and the tension coiled tighter in preparation for release. His tail had wrapped itself around Sabertooth’s wrist of its own accord and was squeezing rhythmically in pulses of encouragement. Sabertooth was rumbling steadily now, something like the purr of a large cat. Kurt bucked one last time into his hand and came with a strangled cry that held mingled despair and relief.

“Good boy. Not so bad now, was it?” Sabertooth smirked at him. Then Kurt watched, shocked, as he slowly licked the evidence of Kurt’s spent passion from his hand. Kurt continued to watch as the man moved down his body to lap the stuff from his fur. When he could find no more, he returned to his former position. He looked down at Kurt with an expression that was hard to read.

“My turn now. Since ya were such a good boy, I’ll let ya pick. Ya want it from the front or the back?” Sabertooth smiled at him as if he were offering him a gift.

Kurt bit back the denial that sprang to his lips. That would only get him hurt, perhaps killed. Did it really matter whether he faced his tormentor or not? Would it make it any less of a violation? He could see the man was growing impatient as he considered it.

“The…the back.” No more of those disturbing kisses, now laced with the dregs of his shame. He wouldn’t have to look at the man’s face or try to hide his own distress.

“On yer stomach.” Sabertooth nudged him, then rose from the bed to pull a tube of lube from a desk drawer. Kurt rolled over and buried his face in his arms, closing his eyes tightly. He tried to breathe slowly as his panic mounted. He heard the staccato beat of his tail lashing at the bed nervously and willed it to be still.

The bed moved beneath him as he felt Sabertooth return. He flinched when a hand touched his shoulder and stroked its way down his spine to grasp the base of his tail. Sabertooth squeezed it gently, then repeated the motion, as if trying to soothe him.

“This’ll be easier on ya, if ya can relax.”

The stroking continued for a moment and Kurt found himself shivering with fear. Sabertooth grunted, then grasped Kurt’s thighs, pressing them far apart so that his ass was thrust partially in the air. There was the cool wet feeling of a lubricated finger against his anus. It retreated once and returned again with more of the slick stuff. Kurt felt the whisper of a claw as Sabertooth pressed against the muscle with the pad of his finger.

The bed shifted again and the finger was replaced with something larger as Sabertooth covered his body with his own bulk. Kurt struggled to relax, fighting his body’s urges to repel the invasion. Sabertooth pressed against the ring of muscle slowly and it gave way. The burning that followed told Kurt he hadn’t fully healed from the last time and he found himself whimpering.

Slowly Sabertooth sheathed himself in Kurt’s body. When his balls rested against Kurt’s ass, he paused. He leaned down to close his teeth over the flesh of Kurt’s shoulder. Kurt gasped and shuddered as he felt the pricking of sharp teeth there, harder than before. Then Sabertooth began to move in short, slow thrusts, never releasing his hold. Kurt lay still, afraid to move, his breath coming in sobbing gasps.

Slowly, Sabertooth picked up speed, his thrusts becoming harder and deeper, driving Kurt’s body into the mattress. At last he raised his head, releasing Kurt’s shoulder, much to the boy’s relief. Though now, without the distraction, he was even more aware of the burning friction. He moaned into the bed, clutching at the blankets, wondering how long this could continue. Sabertooth was rumbling now, a deep bass sound that seemed to vibrate through his body and into Kurt’s.

Finally, there was a growl above him and Sabertooth drove one last time into his body. Powerful arms held him still as the cock inside him jerked and twitched. Sabertooth’s body was a heavy weight above him. The man rested a moment before rolling away and rising from the bed. Kurt lay shivering while he listened to the sound of running water.

Sabertooth returned and Kurt remained still while he used a wet cloth to clean him thoroughly. The man was silent now as he removed the traces of his lust from Kurt’s body. He left again to dispose of the rag, then stretched out again beside Kurt. This time he pulled Kurt’s body against his, pressing his back against his chest. Kurt could feel the man’s cock, still partially erect against his ass and knew his ordeal wasn’t over.

But for now, the man seemed content to wrap his arms around Kurt possessively. He lazily nibbled and kissed at the back of Kurt’s neck and shoulders while a steady rumble came from somewhere deep in his chest. Kurt could do nothing more but lie passively in his arms.

“Good boy.” He purred in Kurt’s ear. He yawned and wrapped a leg lazily over Kurt’s legs, pinning them. Then he was still and it slowly dawned on Kurt the man had fallen asleep. Praying he would remain so, Kurt closed his eyes and tried to do the same. It would be a very long night, indeed.