So much can happen in a year

Authors note: - I swear to God I tried to make these two play nicely, this is approx the ninth draft (and the grammar and spelling is still off I know)but they just would not play nicely together, they sulked until I made them do something else



Warning: Rough sex *sighs*



Chapter 9

June



"Harder Bobby! Harder!"



"I - uhn - can't do it any harder - ah! Holy -"



"No! Don't stop that!"



"Just shif-ting my g-grip Hank"



"Oh! YES!"



"You two are disgustin', droolin' over -"



"If you don't like it, don't watch Creed - Bobby! Faster"



"I can't - I can't do it any f-faster!" The Iceman panted,



"Oh move *over* boy" Sabretooth pulled him roughly backwards, "this is how a *man* does it" He grinned wickedly, taking Bobbys place,



"YES! That's it Creed! Just a little - just a little faster! Yes!" Hank cried out. Bobby sat on the nearby desk, bringing his knees up to his chin as he tried to get his breath back,



"It's not fair, it just isn't" He panted, red faced as he watched,



"I think -" Hank bit his lip, looking up pleadingly, "I think-I think-"



"You think *what*?" Sabretooth growled, angry at the distractions,



"It's working!" Hank clapped his hands together as the machine started to click, lights and signals hesitantly flickering on, "It is alive! Ha!" The Doctor laughed triumphantly, grabbing Bobby for a joyous hug as the two sang their success, "Creed, you can stop now" Hank grinned, watching Sabretooth let go of the turbine, "isn't it beautiful?" Hank beamed proudly, waving a hand at the sleek instrument that towered over them,



"What is it?" Creed asked, sitting with his back against the wall, mouth open slightly as he tried to draw enough breath,



"It's Teleka. It works on the same principal as Cerebro but instead of Xaviers telepathy, Teleka will amplify Jeans telekinetic capabilities. With this there is almost *nothing* they couldn't do together" Hank looked up at the machine, "they could even stop Wars" He said in an awed tone,



"Historical moment though this is Hank, I gotta go catch some z's" Bobby smiled tiredly, patting the Doctors shoulder on his way to the door, "I'll help you with clean up tommorow"



"Thank you Bobby" Hank called after him before turning back to the machine to run diagnostics,



"He's a...good guy" Creed said quietly from the shadows,



"One of the best" Hank smiled, flicking switches at arms length tentativly. If it hadn't been for the Icemans assistance Hank doubted he would have got this far,



"Ya spend a lot of time with him" It was something in the tone that made Hank realise what was going on and it was so endearingly awkward that he smiled,



"Sabretooth...are you jelous?" He asked, his tone rich with laughter,



"Should I be?" Creeds voice was a lot closer than he had expected and he turned to find Creed was standing right there, arms folded,



"Oh don't be ridiculous, Bobbys nearly a decade my junior" Hank snorted, inwardly wishing he was a little taller so Creed couldn't loom over him quite so much,



"Just remember that when he gives you that look" Creed snapped, unfolding his arms as his fists clenched and unclenched reflexivly,



"What look?" Hank shooked his head, waving a dismissive hand, "and besides, why should I? Whether or not we could have relations with other people was not stipulated in our agreement" Hank *knew* it was a foolish thing to say almost before it was out his mouth but Creed was being a - the Doctor was bent back over his desk, grunting as the air was forced from his lungs,



"You're mine an' I ain't sharin' ya with no one" Creed growled. His rageful expression turned to one of amused suprise as he felt a familiar hardness pressed against his hip, "ooh." Creed smirked. Beneath him, Hank blushed furiously, hands pinned against the desk and his glasses at an awkward angle...delicious...



"Release me" Hank growled, refusing to squirm or press back for the friction that was...so...very...close...



"Why?" Creed asked in a husky burst of breath, hips grinding forward brutally hard, "so you can crawl back to the ice cube for a cool down?"



"There is *nothing* between me a-ah!" Hank bit his lip, turning his head to one side as Creed ripped his pants open, the tearing of the material echoing through the lab. The Doctor barely held back a groan at the caress of Creeds body heat,



"You were sayin'?" Creed growled lowly, roughly grabbing Hanks cock and bringing him to full hardness with demanding strokes,



"Vi-oh for the love - uhn - oh ple - you conniving son of a -" Hank writhed and twisted, all pretense of self control dropped as he tried to find and angle where he could thrust into the tight, rough grip,



"Now, now, Doc" Sabretooth whisperd in his ear, never once relinquishing his grasp or rough rhythm, "someone once told me swearin' betrays a limited vocabulary" Hank growled, drawing his strength, at the sound of his own words thrown back at him. Sabretooths eys went wide as he was slammed back against Telekas sheer metal walls, the thin console rattling with his sudden weight. He looked down at Hank with a smirk and one eyebrow raised, "found your claws, McCoy?"



"*Shut* *up*" Hank shook his wrists free of Creeds grip and kissed him hard, biting his lower lip before trailing downwards. Buttons flew from Sabretooths shirt as the Doctor tore it open, his mouth leaving red marks over his broad chest that would turn to bruises later. Creed groaned, "I didn't want this" Hanks lips moved against the skin of his belly as quick, clever fingers made light work of his pants, "I didn't want to *have* to do this...I've always hated *having* to do anything" He murmured, yanking Creeds pants and boxers off roughly, his claws catching Creeds skin and leaving red lines, "I never wanted an *arrangement*" He looked up at Creed, locking eyes angrily as his claws dug into the taller mans hips, "however, for reasons I can't understand I do want *you*" Sabretooths jaw dropped in suprise and he wasn't prepared when Hank took his cock into his mouth, sucking hard enough to make him cry out,



"Holy fu- ah!" Creeds head cracked back against the console as he thrust forward into the welcoming heat, Hank was using his tongue - where the hell had he learned that? - quickly, brutally driving him crazy. The mix of the pleasure of hot, tight, sucking, enveloping, deep, welcoming wetness and the tearing pain from Hanks claws was going to send him...was going to - "Oh fuck!" Creed snarled, tearing Hanks mouth away with a fist in his hair, "what are ya tryin' t'do? Kill me?" He snarled, throwing Hank flat on the floor,



"Death by fellatio" Hank snarled as Creed *fell* onto him, "what a way to go" He said absent mindedly before his mouth was claimed, ravaged by a wicked tongue and commanding lips. The Doctor broke away with a hiss as Creeds claws trailed up the inside of his thighs, lifting his legs up and over his shoulders before sharp claws prickled against his backside,



"I can't-"



"I don't care" Hank growled impatiently, "in me...Victor please" Sabretooth nodded and started to push his hips slowly forward. Hank cried out at the intense burn, the only lubricant his own spit as Creed entered him, "too slow" He ground out, thrusting his hips back, taking Creed in completly in one hard motion. Sabretooth watched, teeth bared as he tried to control himself for reasons he couldn't understand, his arms trembled as he looked down at his lover...his lover had his eyes closed tight, his face tense with the sudden pain before he opened them. Creed gasped a little as Hanks arms wrapped around him, "hard" Hank commanded, "now" Creed groaned as he thrust experimentally, the man beneath him pushing back almost welcomingly, another tentative thrust and the Doctors teeth clamped around his shoulder. Something inside Creed snapped at the sharp prickle of pain and he set a fevered pace, animalistic growls rumbling back and forth between them as they fucked hard and fast on the floor of Hanks lab. The Doctor moaned loudly as orgasm started to sneak up on him, thrusting back as much as their position would allow him as pleasure shot up and down his spine, "Victor - please, please, please - oh VICTOR!" He screamed, arching his back and exposing his neck as he came, the pleasure wracking his entire body. Creed bit down on the exposed colomn of his throat, growling as his pace became erratic, Hanks inner muscles rippling around him,



"Mine!" Creed came with a sharp snap of his hips that made the Doctor groan at another small burst of pleasure. The two remained on the floor for a long moment before Creed rolled to one side, pulling Hank against him with one lazy arm,



"We've got to move..." Hank yawned hugely, jolting in suprise as Creeds arm was positioned under his head as a makeshift pillow before settling down, "...someone might come"



"Other than you?" Creed asked smugly, grinning a little as his eyes drifted shut. They were both quiet for a few moments,



"So, I'll cross seducing Robert Drake off my list of things to do shall I?" Hank asked tiredly with a sleepy grin. Sabretooths eyes snapped open and he glared at the back of the doctors head,



"That had better have been a joke, McCoy, or I'll cut his balls off"