Reformed Sinner or Expecting the unexpected

Chicken: - *spits out the confetti* Yeah, logan makes a great sub ^_^ And you're idea doesnt stink and I'll go on strike if you dont write another chapter soon. I love Hank *melts* he's just ludicrously nice ^^



Gimpy: - Don't worry about it, I don't think I made the dream chapter very clear *sighs* I may need to do a re-write. Glad you liked the 'fight scene' ^^



Denday: - Dahling, check your email ;)



A/N: this isn't a good chapter. k? Creeds almost totally Ooc. Many apologies.



Chapter Nine



"-can give you a clean bill of health, Mr Creed" Hank said with a smile as he put his clipboard down, looking up at the assasin who sat shirtless on one of the medi lab beds, "it's almost as if you were never at deaths door in the first place" Creed smirked,



"Story of my life" He murmured to himself, unsticking the blood pressure monitor from around his arm. Hank ignored the comment, despite the urge to roll his eyes, reaching forward to unstick the heart monitors from the assasins chest only to have his wrist caught in a vice like grip. The doctor looked up into feline eyes - so like his own - expecting to see anger but suprised at the curiosity...it was like being watched by some wild thing that was trying to debate whether or not to kill you,



"Mr Creed-"



"You know, doncha? You know, what's goin on with Wagner and the runt" He growled, pulling on the wrist he held so he could watch the expressions run across the doctors face - he saw annoyance, patience and...hurt?



"Of course, Kurt is a good friend of mine" It was the way he said it, the slight change of tone, the doctors chin tilted upwards just a fraction,



"Not you too" Creed sighed, shaking his head when Hanks blush deepened,



"You are mistaken" The doctor snapped a little, trying to tug his wrist free. Hank wished briefly that he was a little taller as even sitting on the edge of the medi bed Creed loomed over him,



"I didn't say anythin'" Creed smirked, letting Hanks wrist go and watching curiously as the Doctors mouth dropped open and closed a few times before Hank glared at him, ripping the sticky monitor pads from the assassins chest. Creed winced and laughed, rubbing his chest where the hairs had been pulled out, "so what now doc?"



"What now? Well, now you need to talk to the proffesor and decide what you're going to do with the rest of your life" Hank replied as jubilantly as he could manage. Creed sighed, not quite looking at him, a frown touching his handsome face - whoa, handsome? McCoy where one Earth did that come from? Hanks confusion died as he looked at other man, he wished he was a telepath but he didn't have to be one to understand what the assasin was thinking, "and it *is* a life you lead, Victor" Hank said, putting a comforting hand on Creeds shoulder,



"Yeah, sure" The assasin snorted in disbelief, patting the hand on his shoulder, "thanks anyway Doc-" Hank caught himself blushing, inwardly screaming at himself to stop being so stupid and stop acting like some hormonal teenager,



"Merely doing my job, Mr Cre-" Hank stopped at the soft press of lips against him, hardly daring to breathe and suddenly questioning whether this was a dream or not. He drew a quick breath through his teeth, hissing unintentionally, as Creed pressed a biting kiss to the inside of his wrist, pulling away from the intimate contact, "whatever this is between the three of you, I want no part of it" He said firmly, just a little harshly, as he cradled his wrist to his chest even though it was uninjured. His wits were scattered, he should have *known* the assassin would try to pull some stupid stunt, he probably wanted drugs or -



"Three?"



"Don't think I haven't noticed the change in Wolverine" He murmured, regaining his composure somewhat, "whatever the three of you are up too-"



"Me and Logan ain't done nothin" Creed snapped a lie, blushing as the Doctor rose an eyebrow,



"Indeed" Hank stepped away, allowing the other man to stand up. Creed reached out, brushing his fingers lightly over Hanks jaw, smirking as the Doctor pulled away - able to *smell* the inner conflict that Hank was going through,



"Look, doc..." Creed sighed,



"What?" They stared at each other for a long moment,



"Nothin" Creed murmured as he turned and left the lab.



~*~





"Logan...I vanted to say...neun...Logan, you should know...ach!" Kurt threw himself against a wall, sliding down until he sat with his knees pressed against his chest, "Logan, fuck me to oblivion and love me forever" He mumbled into the small warm space between knees and chest, forehead resting on the top of his knees,



"Is that request just to Logan or can anyone take you up on the offer?" Kurt teleported to the top of the doorframe in suprise, glaring down at the assasin, feeling a blush creep up the back of his neck - he was blushing so hard his ears hurt,



"Get lost Creed" He snapped, inwardly rolling his eyes at himself for his wit, "I'm not in zer mood -"



"Really? And here was me thinkin you were bouncin off the walls for joy" Creed took a few steps back, instinctively covering his throat with his hand, as he looked up at the Nightcrawler perched above the doorway. Kurts dark blue hair was wild, tussled as if he'd ran his fingers through it a lot, "What happened?"



"Nothing happened!" Kurt snapped defensively,



"Certainly something did. You're even more unpleasant than normal" Creeds sensitive nose wrinkled, "and you could use a shower" The throat on his hand slipped to the back of his neck, "are you gonna come down or are you gonna stay up there all day?"



"Let me think about that for a moment" Kurt snapped with narrowed eyes, not moving an inch, watching as the assasin sighed,



"Why does everyone round here have t'be so awkward?" He mumbled, Nightcrawler nearly laughed - nearly fell from his perch in suprise when Creed smiled back at him, a genuine, real, totally un-malicious, heartfelt smile. BAMPF,



"You know how Logan vorks right?" Kurt asked, standing a little closer to Creed than he'd intended but refusing to move because of pride, "You're both..." Dangerous, wild, feral, intense, sexy, fu - "Um..."



"Yeah, we're both definately 'um'" Creed smirked, raising an eyebrow questioningly and taking a step forward, just to see that serpentine movement of Kurts head, exposing the smooth, lickable column of his neck but he was mildly impressed when the blue man didn't back away,



"I've got a favour. Could I-" Kurt blushed, unable to look away from the trance like golden eyes, "-I vant to tell Logan...Vould you..." He sighed trailing off, finally letting his eyes drop, "forget it, it vas-"



"Sure" Creed shrugged on shoulder, "come one" Kurt's jaw went slack as he was tugged into the study, watching as Creed threw himself into a comfortable chair beside the fire, feet up on a footstool. Nightcrawler shook his head, smiling a little at how at home the shaggy man could make himself in a matter of seconds, "lets hear it then" Creed ordered, his smirk made worse by the laughter glittering in his eyes. Kurt scowled at him, picking absently at a loose thread on his trousers,



"Shut up -"



"Good start" Creed covered his mouth with his hand, trying to hide his grin, "sorry, sorry" Kurt started to pace,



"Logan..." He murmured, trying to ignore the feelings of sheer embarresment and annoyance that was creeping up on him,

"I've been in love vith you for years" He looked at the assasin with an eyebrow raised questioningly,



"Good" Creed said honestly, inwardly gawping at himself - what was he *doing*? Giving relationship advice? Jes-



"Good?"



"Yeah, if you want him to run a mile" Creed smirked as Kurt's pacing increased in speed, a stream of german swearwords following him in the tight circles he was walking, "stop it, Wagner, you're makin me feel sick" He murmured, sighing when Nightcrawler paid no attention. The assassin stood, catching one of Kurts shoulders in a huge hand - ever careful not to hurt...wonder what Baldie would do t'me if I hurt him? "stop" Kurt looked up at his former enemy with a sigh,



"Ever vish that you vere capable of seeing into zer future?" He murmured with a quivering smile, realising how much taller, how much *closer*, Creed was,



"You're sayin what ya *think* you should be sayin" The assasin said, voice as low as it should be. Kurt repressed a shiver, blinking a little as Creeds warm breath ghosted over his face, as light and soothing as any tender caress. Creed watched Kurt bite his lower lip - a nervous habit? - his eyes closing, ridiculously pretty long lashes kissing the soft swell of his cheek...Creed had heard the Nightcrawler be described as demonic before but this close he could see that Kurt was exactly the opposite. The assasin had to use a massive amount of will to stop himself from reaching out and touching the angelic face before him,



"From the moment I first met you, you confused zer living daylights out of me" Kurt opened his eyes, looking up at him through a mesh of lashes, "so dangerous, so alone and so unvilling to let anyvon close to you" He bit his lower lip again, worrying the flesh between his teeth for a few seconds as he lowered his gaze, "I vanted...I vanted to be close to you, if you'd only let me...and zer kiss...I thought zer kiss vas your vay of saying..." Kurt trailed off as he looked up, "zer kiss vas zer most beautiful thing that ever happened to me and I vant it again" The pair stood in silence for a moment, both of them breathing deeply, stood chest to chest,



"Who were you talkin too? Me or Logan?" Creed asked softly,



"I...I don't know" Kurt gasped as he was caught up in Creeds arms suddenly, kissing back with a passion that caused them both to moan. Kurts three fingered hands weaved into Sabretooths hair, tugging it harshly as Creeds hands slid roughly down Kurts back, cupping his ass, lifting him until their crotches ground together,



"What the fuck-"



"Shut up Creed" Kurt panted before fixing his mouth against the assassins, begging himself not to start thinking as he tore at Creeds shirt, not caring for buttons popping or cloth ripping as his own clothes were hastily torn away. He let his hands roam over Creeds broad chest, barely registering defined muscles for revelling in the warmth and feel and - Kurt lowered his head, lapping at the soft skin that covered hard muscles - taste of another body, of a willing body. Creed collapsed back into the chair, Kurts legs folding either side of his lap so the blue german straddled his thighs, the sensuous movement of Kurts one of the hottest things he'd seen or felt in a long time,



"You could be a pole dancer...with hips like those" Creed murmured, breaking the kiss long enough to look as he undid Kurts pants. Nightcrawler laughed breathlessly,



"From you, Creed, that's quite zer compliment - ach! Yes! Dieses ist das zweite mal -" Kurt was cut off as the assassin fisted his cock roughly, stroking him to full hardness with a demanding grip. Kurt writhed in Creeds lap, forgetting his own explorations of the larger mans body as his hand joined Creeds,



"Wanna fuck you" Creed growled lowly, licking a long, searing line from Kurts shoulder, up his neck, to the delicate pointed ear,

"Please! Bitte Creed please!" Kurt whispered, his voice already rough, into Creeds ear. The assasin pulled away, physically lifting Kurt from his lap, turning the Nightcrawler around, "vhat -"



"Ssh" Creed murmured into his ear, teeth biting harmlessly at the tender lobe. Kurt reached back, bracing his hands on the assasins sides as large, rough hands skimmed up his bare chest, pinching his nipples as Creeds biting kisses trailed down his throat,



"Creed-"



"Ssh I said" Creed repeated, on hand trailing down and round, massaging Kurts backside, "y'know..." He all but whispered, pressing against Kurts tight little hole, "I don't share easily"



"Ve'll solve that problem vhen ve get there, for now Ich bitte Sie-" Nightcrawler shuddered as Creeds finger - slick with an unknown substance - pressed against him, suprisingly gentle, "Ich breche nicht" He breathed softly, pushing back as much as he could, moaning deeply as the assassins finger slipped into him, crooking until, "Yes! Just there!" Kurts spine arched, almost unaware of Creeds hand against the muscles of his belly - fingers splayed as if he was trying to touch as much flesh as possible. Creed growled wordlessly, biting the tender skin on Kurts shoulder as he added a second finger into the unbelievable tightness that enclosed around his digits, squeezing greedily, pleadingly as he pumped them cruelly slowly in and out of Nightcrawlers entrance, teasingly brushing against the small nub of nerves on every other stroke - Kurt was starting to go a little crazy in his grasp,



"Think you're ready?" Creed asked, his voice barely intelligable, thick with lust and low with the near constant growl that rumbled through his cavernous chest,



"Yes please please Victor, please" Kurt felt the assasin start a little at the sound of his name in the blue mans voice. Kurts gasp turned into a wail as Creeds fingers withdrew and his cock slammed into Nightcrawler,



"Fuck" Creed growled the obsenity through clenched teeth, looking down to where his cock disappeared into a tight blue ass, his hands on Kurts hips guiding the teleporters movements as he writhed and bounced, riding the assasins cock hard and almost constantly groaning as he was filled and re-filled, pleasure white hot and burning through his entire body. Kurt sat back as Creed pounded into him from beneath, resting against the broad expanse that was Creed, as he trailed a hand down his stomach, grasping his cock firmly. Creed groaned, watching over Kurts shoulder, his hand joining Nightcrawlers, their fingers lacing together,



"Harder! Schnell!" Kurt moaned hard, his spine all but forming a perfect 'C' as he came. Creed watched, the edges of his visions blurring red as his cock was squeezed tight in rhythmic little flutters, his hips jerking, loosing their rhythm, he was...so...close. Kurt collapsed, limp against him, mouth slack and openly panting for breath as he leaned back, looking up at the assasin with sleepy yellow eyes even as he jerked from the power of Creeds thrusts, "fuck-" The explitive was enough, it was a trigger that sent the assasin tumbling over the edge into white hot pleasure bliss. Kurt groaned as he was filled, feeling the assasins seed fill and overflow from him, watching Creeds expression. Almost as soon as the rapture of orgasm faded from the assasins face, that vulnerability was back, the same type that Creed unintentionally had when he fell asleep,

"Vhat *do* you vant, Victor Creed?" Kurt whispered, looking up at him. There was a moment when the assasin froze and Kurt was ninety per cent sure he was about to die before the assasin smirked,



"A piece of you'll do for now" *For now* Kurt noticed briefly before he was lifted up and off of Creeds softening cock, sat on the assassins lap, suprised and unsuprised at the same time when he caught himself revelling in the wild heat, snuggling closer and yawning hugely,



"I can do that"



~*~



A/N : - there were a couple of comic quotes bunged in here for luck, if anyone can spot they, they're not mine