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. Anal sex, hand job, oral sex. Other sexual acts may be depicted and will be added to the warnings as necessary.

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 Nine: Desperation

From the looks on the townsfolk’s faces, he must look like shit. Logan tried once again to look friendly as he asked the clerk at the shipping office for the fifth time just who had sent the package. On the sixth…well…he lost his temper just a little.

That turned out to be a mistake. The skinny little guy had fled at the first glimpse of his claws and was probably huddled in the back somewhere calling 911. Shit. Well, since he was here, he might as well look for himself. So he jumped the counter and started tapping the keys on the keyboard. Damn. A walk in with no return address. No big surprise there. Creed wasn’t stupid.

He’d have to hunt Creed down the old fashioned way. Mile by mile and town by town until he found the bastard. Those kids had better be in one piece, or by God he’d carve Creed into little bits and feed ‘em to the nearest dog.

Time to go. He could hear the scream of a siren in the distance. Hang on kids.


Victor woke to find the boy still snuggled up against him. He felt warm, but not too warm and his breathing was nice and regular. In sleep, his face looked peaceful and for a few minutes, Victor just lay there watching him. Been a long time since he’d slept a whole night with a warm body beside him. Surprised at himself. Not like him.

No time for lying in bed admiring the view. Pretty as the kid was, it wasn’t a good idea. The runt would be hunting him, might even show up today or the next. Slowly, carefully, he untangled himself from the boy’s embrace without waking him. Leaving him there, he showered and dressed.

He debated waking the kid up and making him get dressed. In the end, he decided to carry the boy back to the room with his clothes bundled under his arm. The girl was sleeping in his cot instead of her own. After a brief moment’s thought, he slid the boy in beside her. He watched them curl around each other like a couple of puppies, not quite waking up. He’d be back later to give them some food and the boy his shot.

No letting them roam around today. Too risky. He nodded to himself then left them, locking the door behind him.


Kurt woke with a start. The body next to him wasn’t Sabertooth, it was Kitty. How had he gotten back here? Where was Sabertooth? Kitty was sitting up now, rubbing her eyes. They looked red and puffy. Were those streaks on her cheeks dried tears?

“Kurt? Are you…O.K.?” Kitty looked at him anxiously. “I can’t believe you did that. I…”

“I think I’m O.K.” Kurt sat up slowly. He was still naked and a quick glance located his clothes tossed carelessly on the other cot. “At least physically. He was very…ah…careful with me.” He felt the blood rush to his cheeks and was thankful his fur covered his blushing. He was alive and relatively whole, so he would count it as some sort of victory.

“I was so scared that he’d hurt you. Maybe even kill you.” Her arms slipped around his neck and she rested her forehead against his. “I kept having these horrible images run through my mind…All night. I can’t believe I actually fell asleep.”

“We must be careful, Kitty. He talked to me last night. He is quite mad.” Kurt reached his hands up to touch her face. “I…think I know how to play into his madness. It worked last night. If we are lucky it will continue to work. At least until someone comes for us.”

“What are you talking about, Kurt?” She pulled back from him to look at him anxiously. “What did you do?”

“He...is capable of…affection. Of being protective, I think. My…Mystique hurt him when she rejected him. They were together a long time ago. I believe that is the root of his…ah…fascination with me.”

Kitty shook her head in disbelief. Before she could argue, he continued.

“He has feelings. I intend to play on those feelings.” Kurt said it with more confidence than he felt. “He was almost gentle with me last night. As long as I was, um, submissive.”

“I don’t like this Kurt. If he figures out what you’re doing, won’t he be angry?”

“Then I will have to do my best to be convincing. Don’t…Don’t believe anything you see between me…and…and him. Please.” He looked at her pleadingly. “I just want us to make it out of here without getting hurt any more than we have to.”

“You’re doing this to protect me, aren’t you?” She looked like she was going to cry again. “You can’t. You’ve been sick and it’s just…what he does...to you. It has to hurt you more than…than what he does to me. Right?”

“I…cannot say.” He shrugged. “I am not you…I cannot compare. But he did not hurt me much last night.”

“Kurt…”

“Please. I do not want to think about this anymore. I just want a shower.” His tone must have been harsher than he intended. She looked hurt. “Why don’t you pick out something for us to watch? I don’t think I’ve actually seen any of those movies all the way through. I kept falling asleep.”

“OK. Just don’t use all the hot water. I’m going to want one, too.”

“I won’t.”


The movie had just begun when Sabertooth let himself into the room. He carried a tray of food and next to the plate of sandwiches sat a syringe already filled with medication.

“Gonna be out most of the day. See if the runt’s caught up with us yet.” He set the tray on the table and looked at them. “Gonna keep ya locked up until I get back.”

“How long will you be gone?” Kurt tried to sound as non-threatening as he could.

“Dunno.” Sabertooth picked up the syringe. “Need ta give ya a shot. Ain’t finished the scrip yet.”

“Oh. Of course.” Kitty rose from the bed and sidled around the man cautiously. Kurt obediently bared one hip for the injection. It was over quickly and Sabertooth dropped the used needle on the tray carelessly while Kurt straightened his clothing. He debated whether he should make some play for attention right now, or wait until another opportunity. Too much, and the man would suspect his motives.

“Any fever this morning?” A large palm pressed against his forehead for a moment. Then it slid downwards to cup his cheek. Rather than pull away, Kurt leaned into the touch slightly, dropping his gaze in a deliberately submissive gesture.

“No. I don’t think so. I feel much better today.”

“Ya were sleepin’ like a baby when I woke up. Didn’t even wake up when I moved ya.” The hand at his cheek moved then, combing his hair back with clawed fingers. “Mebbe it was the extra sleep.”

Kurt was looking at Sabertooth, his eyes raised now to meet the man’s dark gaze. That was why he didn’t see what Kitty was doing. And later, when there was time to think, it filled him with fear for her and horror for what she did next.

Kitty made no sound other than a grunt as she plunged a large knife into Sabertooth’s back. The man’s eyes went wide with shock. He growled as he began to turn. Kurt grabbed at his wrist and clung to it tightly, slowing his movement. Then Kitty gave another grunt as she yanked the blade free and struck again. Sabertooth roared and Kurt lost his grip.

When the man turned, Kurt could see blood pouring from the wounds on his back. Kitty backed away from the larger mutant and the look on her face was frightening. Fear and rage and desperation to the point of madness. Only a glimpse, but enough to burn the image in his memory. There was no time to think. Sabertooth would kill her.

Kurt launched himself at the man, grappling with him. He clung to his back with hands and feet and tail, hindering his attempts to claw at Kitty. Kitty pressed her attack, darting in to slash at Sabertooth’s belly several times before finally driving the blade home in his chest. Blood spattered her face and clothing. Sabertooth began to falter under Kurt’s weight.

Then he fell heavily against the other cot, Kurt still clinging to his back. He struggled to right himself, claws tearing holes into the bedding. Kurt shifted position, wrapping his tail tightly around the man’s neck as he continued to cling to the man’s back and shoulders. He squeezed. Sabertooth heaved himself up, almost rising to his feet, but Kurt hung on with strength borne of desperation. If he let go, he and Kitty were dead.

Blood. There was so much blood. He coiled his tail tighter and the man clawed at his tail with one hand, trying to pull it loose. But he seemed confused and while he left deep scratches in the flesh of Kurt’s tail, he failed to pull it free. Kitty was screaming now, her words muffled by the terrible thumping of his heart.

“Don’t let go!”

Don’t let go. No. He must not let go. How long did it take a man to suffocate? It seemed forever before Sabertooth crumpled under him. An eternity before he stopped moving. Another century before Kurt could believe that he’d succeeded. That Sabertooth was dead? Or only unconscious?

Slowly he unwound his tail and turned to stare at Kitty in disbelief.

“Why?”

“He…I…I couldn’t let him touch you again. Not like that.” She gave a few cautious steps closer. “Is he dead this time? Really dead?”

“I don’t know. Probably not.” Kurt stepped back nervously. “Keys. We must find his keys. Cuff his…him to the bed and lock the door.”

“Maybe we should…I don’t know…Finish the job?” The idea made Kurt sick. He’d never killed anyone. Never meant to.

“I cannot. And I will not let you either.”

“We have to find the thing that controls our collars. If…When…he wakes up, he’s going to come after us.”

“Yes. But hurry. We have no idea how long it will take him to revive.”

It took both of them to turn the man’s body over and heave him up onto the cot. His eyes were open, staring dully at the ceiling, the whites shot through with specks of red. Kurt swallowed against the bile rising in his throat and forced himself to search the man’s pockets. He avoided touching the knife that was still buried in Sabertooth’s chest. He quickly found both keys and cuffs.

“Should we, like, take that out?” Kitty reached for the handle of the knife, then drew her hand back without touching it.

“After we cuff him to the bed. And change clothes. Anyone who sees us like this…” Kurt looked at her, then himself. They were both heavily painted with blood, especially Kitty.

“They’ll think we…You’re right. Change clothes.”

Kurt busied himself with cuffing the man’s large hands to the bed, all the while watching out of the corner of his eye for any sign of life. He was glad when it was done and retreated gratefully from the unmoving flesh.

Kitty had already exchanged her blood soaked top for another of those too large t-shirts and held another ready for him. She had tied hers at the waist. He quickly stripped his sweater off and donned the t-shirt.

“I suppose we should eat.” Kitty looked at the plate of sandwiches dubiously.

“We will take them with us. You go search his room and I will pack what I can for us. Eating will take too much time.”

“You think he’ll…come back…that quick?”

“I think we had better assume that he will. Besides, I don’t think I could eat now.” The very idea threatened to send him running to the bathroom. “Why don’t you take that to the kitchen? I’ll be there in a minute.”

Kurt fingered the keys nervously as he watched Kitty leave. He looked around the room for anything useful, anything they might need, but there wasn’t much. With no further reason to put it off, he approached the body on the bed one more time. He took a deep breath before reaching for the knife handle, half expecting the man to react in some way. But again, there was no sign of life. He gripped the handle tightly and drew the blade free. He quickly wrapped the knife in his ruined sweater to keep it from dripping on anything.

He hurried now, to get out of the room and lock the door securely. Kitty wasn’t in the kitchen when he got there and he shoved the knife, bloody shirt and all, into the trash. Then he washed his hands, twice, before he felt clean enough to touch the sandwiches. He quickly found some plastic bags and filled them with sandwiches and whatever other odds and ends he thought they might be able to eat on the run. There were some bottles of water too. All this went into a couple of shopping bags.

Kitty still had not returned and he was growing more nervous by the second. He left the supplies on the counter and went in search of her. She was in Sabertooth’s room. In the short time she’d been at it, she had managed to empty all of his drawers onto the floor and was now busy tapping the walls, looking for hidden compartments.

“We should go, Kitty.”

“It has to be here somewhere. If he comes after us, we’ll be defenseless.”

“A few more minutes. I’m going to go check on him.”

Kurt left her to her tapping and made his way back to the locked door. He pressed his ear against it and listened. He was going to open the door to look. But just as he reached for the keys, he thought he heard something. A grunt? He froze. The scrape of metal against metal sent a shiver down his spine.

Another scrape and he jumped away from the door. He hurried down the hallway.

“We have to go. Now. He’s waking up.” Kurt hissed at her.

“Already?” She turned eyes large with fright to him. “But he was, like, totally dead. He can’t be!”

“He is. We have to go.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her from the room, stopping in the kitchen only long enough to grab the bags of supplies. As they made their way to the front door they heard a roar and a crash behind them. They hurried out the door to the dock outside.

“Oh God!” Kitty cried. “Where’s the boat?”

“There!” Kurt pointed to the small craft where it was tethered by a rope. “Hurry.”

They climbed into the boat quickly and stowed their supplies under the bench. Kurt checked the controls while Kitty freed the boat from its mooring. After a moment, the boat came to life with a rumble. Kurt fought the urge to look over his shoulder as he piloted the craft out of the cove and onto the river proper, praying that he didn’t hit any hidden obstructions. This wasn’t quite like driving a car.

“How long do you think the door will hold him?” Kitty spoke anxiously, looking behind them.

“Not long. We have to keep moving.”

Without knowing where they were, Kurt simply picked a direction. In this case, it was upriver. By the time the sun had reached its zenith, fear had given way to something close to boredom. Hungry now, they ate the chips and sandwiches and drank the water they had brought. All the while, they scanned the river looking for some sign of civilization.

Several times they came across what looked like damaged docks, but they looked too precarious to try. They continued on, scanning the shores hopefully. As the fuel gauge dipped lower and lower, they grew more anxious. The banks here were steep and treacherous, with no place to moor the boat.

“We’re in trouble.” Kitty murmured.

“We should have gone downstream. The current will carry us back.” Kurt’s tail lashed with nervousness.

“What do we do now?”

“Wait. Perhaps we will drift back to a place where we can swim for the shore.”

So that’s what they did. Waited. The sun beat down heavily on their unprotected heads. Kurt shed his shirt so that Kitty could use it as a veil against the harsh light. He’d have to trust his fur to protect his skin.

Their hopes began to rise as the banks became less steep and trees now hung over the water. The boat had begun to drift toward the right bank and they waited with the hope that it would bring them close to land, or at least to the trees.

They never saw the beast that lay in wait for them until it was too late. When the boat passed beneath the first clump of trees, Sabertooth leapt from his perch onto the boat. The impact rocked the boat violently. Kurt stumbled up against the controls and caught himself. But Kitty fell hard against the bench, hitting her head. She rose unsteadily and when Sabertooth reached for her, she tried to back away. She came up hard against the edge of the boat and fell overboard into the water.

“Kitty!” Kurt tried to charge past Sabertooth to follow her. But the man was too fast for him. Two clawed hands closed over his upper arms and lifted him from the deck of the boat. Sabertooth snarled wordlessly. Kurt struggled wildly, eyes fixed on Kitty’s weakly struggling form as it was being pulled farther and farther away by the current.

“Let me go! Kitty! Kitty! Please. She’ll drown!”

“Ain’t gonna let ya drown yerself over a girl.” The deep voice grated in his ear and those hands shook him so hard his teeth rattled.

“Please. Please help her! Let me help her!” The man’s grip was like iron. “Damn you! Let me go!” Kurt’s panic rose as he watched Kitty’s head sink beneath the water.

Sabertooth growled again and his fingers tightened briefly.

“She’s outta my reach.” He shifted the grip of one hand from Kurt’s arm to the collar around his neck, sliding his fingers beneath the flexible metal. The collar drew tighter as a second hand joined his first. “But she ain’t outta yers.”

For a split second, the collar became so tight, Kurt though Sabertooth meant to strangle him with it. Then the metal gave way with a soft “snap.” He spared no thought for why the man had released him. His only thought was of Kitty and with that thought he vanished in a puff of purple smoke. He reappeared above the water, close to where Kitty struggled to keep her head above the water. Then he was plunged into the cold river. A few quick strokes and he reached her. He wrapped his arms around her tightly.

Spotting a clear spot along the river bank, he teleported again. Then he was holding her as she coughed and spluttered, looking around for their captor. He found it hard to believe the man would have simply set him free. Unless…


Sabertooth had been so intent on watching the boy’s rescue efforts; he failed to notice that he was being watched. He wasn’t the only beast who lurked along the river bank. With a howl of rage, the Wolverine came leaping from the overhanging bank to drive his claws straight through the taller mutant’s torso.

Sabertooth staggered under his weight and the boat foundered, nearly capsizing. Sabertooth shoved the smaller man away with a snarl.

“Bout time ya showed up, runt. Was startin’ ta think ya didn’t care about them kids.”

“Ya filthy sonovabitch! I’m gonna cut off yer balls and shove ‘em down yer throat!”

The two men began trading blows, claws slashing. Snarls and growls carried over the water. The boat continued to rock precariously under their feet. Leaping onto the bow of the boat, Wolverine gathered himself to spring at his enemy. He launched himself at Sabertooth.

The larger mutant caught him, but the impact threw them both backwards. Grappling, they stumbled over the bench seats. The sudden movement caused the boat to lurch sickeningly. The two men teetered for a moment, still fighting and clawing, before falling into the river and sinking from view.