Late Night Work Out

Story Title: Late Night Work Out.

Rating: NC-17 for m/m sex.

Pairing: Sabretooth/Magneto (yes, another one;)

Fandom: Movieverse, post X2

Summary: Erik goes to the gym for a late night work out.

Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters. Marvel does. No money made.

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Series/Sequel: This story is totally independent. It has absolutely nothing to do with my previous Mags/Sabes fics. Maybe there will be a sequel somewhere in the future, but there’s nothing for now, anyway.

Feedback: *Very* appreciated. If this pairing squicks you though, I’m not very interested in hearing about it. Now is your time to turn back.

A/N: Any warnings? Yes, this is about Mags and Sabes getting it on. Don’t like it? Hit the back button, or read it anyway. I don’t care, but don’t flame me if you chose to ignore the warnings. Also, there is a little rough sex, but no non-con. That wasn’t so bad was it? OK, let’s proceed to the fic.
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Magneto was feeling terribly out of shape. Now, newly escaped from that horrible plastic prison where he’d been incarcerated for the past two years, he decided to do something about it. He couldn’t even walk in stairs anymore without losing his breath, and that was a bad sign.

Four weeks had passed since his escape, and since young Pyro joined his team, The Brotherhood of Mutants. His old recruit Sabretooth had also rejoined, and once again, with four members, The Brothod wod was complete. Stryker was dead (presumably) and although Erik’s attempt to wipe out mankind through his old friend Charles had failed, he was content. Except for his bad shape.

Erik wanted to avoid getting a physically frail old man. That was inevitable, of course, but a good diet and hard exercise could postpone the ordeal, which had already begun. His younger recruits would start laughing at him, and Erik could simply not stand the thought.

Their new lair was a hyper-modern compound that contained everything they would ever need. Of course there was also a gym, where the others, especially Sabretooth spent much time, and which Magneto had effectively avoided until now. He had been there once with Pyro, but he hadn’t seriously *done* anything then; in fact he just offered to go with the boy to have the pleasure of watching him in the showers afterwards. Young John had probably not suspected anything, but at least Erik got his pleasant view.

Now he would go there for a serious reason. Erik had never really liked working out, but that didn’t matter now. He had to get his body back in shape.

He decided to go down there in the evening. Prly tly the gym would be empty at that time, and that’s exactly what he wanted, since he didn’t want any of his minions – not even Mystique, who he trusted the most – to see how bad his situation was. He dressed in baggy warm-up clothes, brought a towel, and sneaked down to the gym.

The gym wasn’t empty like he’d believed and hoped. Sabretooth was there, lying on his back on a bench and doing presses with heavy weights. The huge man’s swelling muscles rippled with each pump, and his whole body was glistering with sweat. Currently Sabretooth was shirtless.

He could instantly smell Erik when the other man entered, and sat up to look at him.

Erik hesitated for a split second. He really, *really* didn’t want to “work out” in front of Sabretooth and make a fool out of himself, but what choice did he have? He had come here, and he couldn’t just leave again without an explanation. That would be like confessing Sabretooth had scared him off. So he entered the gym, and tried to look like it was something he did every day.

“Good evening…” he muttered and nodded shortly at Sabretooth.

Sabretooth just grinned in response and set his weights down. Erik started to wish he had never come here at all.

“Mags!” the big mutant grinned. “You’re certainly the last person I expected to see here. Why have you come? Are you here for a work out?”

Erik shot him an angry glare. “Yes, of course I am here for a work out,” he muttered. “What did you think?”

Sabretooth shrugged. “Just askin’. It’s the first time I’ve seen you here. You don’t seem to the work out type.”

Now Erik even managed to smile, and sat down on the bench next to Sabretooth’s. No, probably Sabretooth was right; he was maybe not the work out type. And he sure as hell didn’t look like one either.

“No, I suppose I’m not,” he admitted and put his towel away. “But I thought it’s time to change that. It’s never too late to change one’s mind.”

Sabretooth had to suppress laughter. After regarding Mags, he’d be surprised if the old man could manage ten presses with a 20-pound weight before passing out from exertion. He didn’t care to tell Mags this, though. He wasn’t anath ath or anything, but he had a feeling his boss wouldn’t appreciate to hear it.

“Well…” he said instead. “Since I’m here, I might as well help you get started. What would you like to start with?”

“Huh?” Erik blinked dumbly. Sabretooth offered to help him? He almost couldn’t believe it. The big brute never cared about anyone or anything but himself, so why this unexpected friendliness?

“Mags? Would you like me to assist you?” Sabretooth asked again.

“Yes, sure…” Erik murmured finally. “If you’d like to.”

“It will be my pleasure!” Sabretooth grinned proudly. “So, what would you like to start with?”

Erik’s eyes wandered about the large gym. Since he wasn’t a regular down here, he didn’t know what the different devices were used for. Some looked odd to say the least… Erik tried to think of something to say, but all he did was to stare sheepishly at Sabretooth.

“I don’t know,” he said after a while. “What would you recommend?”

“I’d go slow at first,” Sabretooth replied. “You mustn’t exert your body too much in the beginning, so you won’t get hurt. I assume you’re… out of shape, are ya, Mags?”

Magneto sighed. “Out of shape” was exactly what he was, although he didn’t like the sound of that phrase.

“Yes, I am,” he said, and tried hard to conceal the irritation he felt. It was really not Sabretooth’s business, but since he had agreed to this in the first place, he assumed some slightly awkward and personal questions came with the territory.

“Then we’ll fix that, but it will take some time,” Sabretooth stated. “I mean… you’re old…”

“I am not *that* old,” Erik remarked dryly.

“How old are ya, then?”

“Only 68,” Erik replied dig dignity. “But I’ve heard from some that I look ten years younger. But that was not what we were discussing. I asked what you thought would be best for me?”

“If you’d like, Mags, you could do some presses,” Sabretooth suggested. “But with smaller weights than mine, of course. I think your body will tell you when it’s time to quit.”

Erik shrugged. Since he clearly had no knowledge of this place, or how things worked, he had to trust Sabretooth’s judgement.

“Alright,” he said. “How do I do?”

“At first, you have to take that sweater off. You’ll get warm and sweaty shortly, and besides that big lumpy thing isn’t even practical. So off with it.”

Erik complied, even though he was slightly reluctant to take off the sweater. He was wearing a tank top underneath, that clearly showed the miserable state of his muscles. Probably the view would give his henchman a good laugh, if nothing else.

Sabretooth regarded Erik when he pulled off his sweater, and noticed, of course, that he was ashamed. His skin was very pale, and his biceps practically non-existent. Oh, man… He could sure use some work, Sabretooth thought.

“Well... Okay… Lie down on your back there on the benche che continued.

Erik did what he was told and tried to find a comfortable position. It was hard. He wondered how people could lie like this, and even do presses at the same time. To him it seemed impossible. His back was already protestin
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Sabretooth got up to his feet and walked to stand behind Magneto’s bench. He placed a few small free-weights on the bar.

“It’s alright, I’ll be your spotter this time,” he said and easily lifted the bar with one hand. “Now take this, and do fifteen presses to begin with. Can ya do that?”

Erik saw the massive bulk of Sabretooth looming over him, and extended his arms to accept the bar. He could always “cheat” by using his power of magnetism to control the weights, but probably Sabretooth would know if he did. So Erik stretched his fingers out, and prepared to take the weights, both physically and mentally. He knew he had to manage fifteen presses, otherwise Sabretooth would never let him forget it.

“How much is it?” he asked with a frown before he did anything.

“25,” his minion replied shortly. “Now go!”

Erik sighed, and then he did what Sabretooth wanted and let him place the bar in his hands. 25 pounds wasn’t really that much. It didn’t feel so heavy, at least not yet, but after a few times it did. Erik was sweating, and could literally feel the lactic acid in his muscles. He was almost out of breath after 12 presses, and considered using his powers to take the weight off his arms. It was really bad, he realized. He needed to do something about this swiftly, otherwise he’d probably die of an aneurysm or something.

Erik did the remaining three presses before his arms gave way and started to drop the bar. Sabretooth caught it with a reflex before Erik could do it with magnetism. Erik gave out a small, involuntary cry. Sabretooth grinned down at him, and Erik could see his black cat-like eyes gleam behind his thick eyebrows.

He’s mocking me, rea realized. Of course. Who wouldn’t? I’m feeble. Why did I even agree to let him assist me?

“Let go,” Erik croaked.

“You sure?”

“Yes. Let go,” Erik ordered his recruit.

“Okay.”

Sabretooth let go of the beveneven though he didn’t think Magneto would be able to take it on now. ins instead of catching the bar, Erik let go of it, and simply let it hover in midair before he slowly set it back in its place above himself. When he was done he sat up and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. A few drops had trickled into his eyes, and made them sting like crazy.

Erik exhaled deeply and brushed his sweat-slick grey hair back from his forehead. He was blushing, with humiliation obvious on his face. He lacked both strength and stamina. If he hadn’t had his powers, he would have been pretty helpless.

“Was it hard for you?” Sabretooth asked.

“No, didn’t you see how smoothly it went?” Erik snapped back. Right now he felt like crumpling every goddamn device in this gym and making some kind of useful laboratory of this place. It would serve him much better.

“That was your first step,” Sabretooth said. “Rest a minute, before we continue.”

Erik thought he’d choke. “Continue?” he spurted. “No thank you. Not tonight. Right now I just want to shower and then go to bed. No more working out. I think I’ve had enough of it.”

Sabret sno snorted. “You can’t seriously expect that to do any good, can ya? If ya want muscles like mine, you have to put some more work behind it, Mags!”

“You said yourself I have to go slow at first. And really, I *do not* want muscles like yours. What I want is to be able to walk in stairs without losing my breath.”

Sabretooth shrugged. “I don’t know why you even came here. All you’ve done is whining. But if you want to see results, you had better drop that attitude at once.”

“What?!” Erik snapped. “What attitude? What are you talking about?”

“You gotta have more faith in yourself,” Sabretooth said seriously. “It won’t work otherwise. You came here with a negative approach. What did ya expect?”

The giant came and sat down next to Erik on the bench. The elder man felt very small and puny next to the blond’s hulking frame.

“You’re used to getting what you want. I know that, Maggie, but your own body is the one thing you can’t command,” Sabretooth said in a soft voice and then placed his big hand on Erik’s thigh.

“I don’t even know why I came here. It was a really stupid idea. I see that now,” Erik said, furious because Sabretooth was patronizing him. “I didn’t ask for your help, and I don’t need it either. I can’t even understand why we are having this debate. If you excuse me now, I have to take a shower. I smell, and so do you.”

With that he stood up and threw the big clawed hand off his thigh and marched out of the gym.

Erik headed straight for the showers. He undressed in the changing-room, and was halfway in the shower room when he noticed he’d forgotten his towel in the gym. Damn. He could go get it, of course, but Sabretooth was probably still there, and Erik didn’t want to go there naked. He could dress again, but he didn’t want to pull on those smelly clothes either.

I’ll shower anyway, he decided. I can always bring my towel after I’ve showered. Then he’s probably gone.

So Erik went inside the shower room and stood under a nozzle and let the water run. He did it without touching the faucet. But the water nearly had time to hit his body before the door was opened and another figure entered to take a shower.

It was Sabretooth, of course. Erik opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the big man. He made no attempts to cover himself up. He didn’t know if Sabretooth had seen him nude before, but even if he hadn’t, he probably wouldn’t care.

“Hey Mags, you forgot your towel,” he said as he entered. “I left it in the dressing room.”

“Good…” Erik muttered and silently followed Sabretooth with his eyes. The other man was naked too, of course. His long, damp haing dng down his back, and his massive bulk was still glistering with sweat. He actually looked good.

Erik knew it was common politeness not to stare at other men in a public shower, but he figured a glance or two couldn’t hurt. He assumed Sabretooth knew he was gay (they hadn’t discussed the subject, but still) so he might as well expect some looks when he’d chosen to come here at this time.

There were four showers in the room, but for some reason Sabretooth chose the one next to Erik. Erik silently cursed him. This way Erik would have to watch him the whole time, and he was afraid the feral man wouldn’t like to be ogled by an old gay.

Sabretooth turned his shower on and let the warm spray hit his bulk. It felt great. Every now and then he glanced at the elder man’s weedy body next to him, and discovered that Erik was busy checking him out as well. He had to fight hard not to laugh. Of course he knew Mags was queer, but he had never believed *he* would ever attract the old man’s eye.

Sabretooth had nothing against being looked at – he was used to such by now – so he let Mags continue, curious to see how far he would take it.

After a couple of furtive glances, Erik grew bolder. When Sabretooth stood there, within his reach, he might as well take a closer look. He didn’t get a chance to see too many naked men nowadays, so this might be his only chance in a long time. He almost forgot to shower, and no longer tried to avert his eyes.

Sabretooth had a good body. Very…male. Tall, with broad shoulders and huge, swelling muscles. He was very haioo. oo. His whole chest was covered with crisp blond hair that continued down his abdomen and thickened again around his sex. Sabretooth’s cock, even when limp, was very big. Erik’s eyes widened when he saw it properly and he had to hold back a gasp. He couldn’t help thinking how that huge member would feel in his hands, or…

Now *this* was becoming a problem. His eyes and body liked what he saw, even though his conscious mind didn’t like it at all. Against his will his body started to respond. He got an erection and a familiar yet unwanted throbbing started in his loins.

Erik almost panicked. Sabretooth would see it, and probablyll ill it as well. What should he do? Flee the scene? That might be the most sensible thing to do, but would Sabretooth ever take him seriously again if he fled?

But Erik didn’t get a chance to flee. Before he could do anything the feral giant lunged at him and pinned him against the wall in a flash. He wrenched his right arm up behind his back and used his own size and weight to press the smaller body of the old man against the tiles.

Erik didn’t get a chance to react at all. Suddenly he just found himself pinned between the wall and Sabretooth, feeling the larger man’s wet chest hairs and bulging pectorals in his back. He cried out reflexively. A multitude of thoughts passed through his shocked brain.

What was this? Was he going to be killed? Beaten? Bitten? Mutilated? Sabretooth was twice his weight and many times stronger. Erik’s powers worked from a distance, and only a fool would engage in hand-to-hand combat in his case, especially against someone like Sabretooth.

Sabretooth could hear and feel the furious pounding of Erik’s heart. It almost sounded like it would jump out through his chest any second. He couldn’t help grinning. This was exactly how he wanted the presumptuous old prick.

“Ahh…” Erik whimpered, still terrified. Sabretooth’s iron-grip of his didn’t ease, and until it did, he was going to remain in this position. He couldn’t possibly know what the madman wanted with him, but the strange thing was that he hadn’t lost his erection yet. The mere thought of it sickened him now. He couldn’t be turned on by this, could he? No, never. He was probably having a purely reflexive erection.

“So, Mags…” Sabretooth whispered in the older man’s ear. “Was this what you wanted all along, huh?”

“What…?” Let me go, Victor… You are hurting me… Ahh…!” Erik stuttered and couldn’t help wincing in pure terror when he suddenly felt something hard and heated and very large pressing against the small of his back. Sabretooth’s erection.

Oh, God! Was this monst bru brute going to rape him? Erik really had a hard time picturing getting raped in a shower room by Sabretooth, but that was certainly not impossible now. He, the Master of Magnetism, raped by his brutish henchman, just because he shot him a glance or two in the shower?

His arm had started to hurt from being in this unnatural position. If Sabretooth didn’t release him soon he would certainly panic and maybe do something foolish.

“Let me go, please…” he tried again, hoping that Sabretooth had come to his senses.

Sabretooth didn’t answer. Instead his reached around Magneto and gripped the other’s erection in his huge hand. Erik gasped sharply. What was he doing?! Oh, this couldn’t be happening!

Gently Sabretooth nudged Erik’s legs apart with his knee as he stroked his firm erection. His own hardness was pressing against his captive’s back, and he bent his legs a little, to get more evelevel with Erik.

“So you’re excited? I can smell your pre-come…” he whispered. “What would you like me to do? Fuck you from behind? Would you like that, Mags?”

Looking never hurt anyone, but Erik had a policy never to sleep with his team-mates. That was simply not professional, and that’s how he preferred to keep his relationships with his minions. But on the other hand, he had never had a minion he had actually wanted to bed. Pyro was yummy in a way, but he was just a boy, and Toad, although he was dead now, still made Erik nauseous sometimes. But Sabretooth…

A part of Erik wanted to break that policy now, and simply let the brute fuck him, but he had still enough brain in him to realize that would be a very insensible thing to do. He was sure Sabretooth’s engorged member would cause him real physical damage if he wasn’t thoroughly prepared and lubricated. He hadn’t seen it in its full size, but he felt it against his buttocks, and that was more than enough.

Sabretooth was sniffing his wet hair now. The firm grip of his arm slowly eased and instead he felt the giant’s hands on his shoulders and then on his back. His erection was throbbing painfully now, and he still couldn’t fathom that this situation actually aroused him.

Sabretooth was gentle now, and his caresses, which had seemed so threatening only a minute ago, felt erotic. Erik’s breathing grew heavy and he rested his warm forehead against the cool, white tiles.

Sabretooth’s hands were kneading his buttocks now. A large finger slid in between his buttocks and brushed huckeuckered opening. Erik winced. Sabretooth wasn’t going to finger him, right, not with those claws? Didn’t he realize that was impossible?

To Erik’s relief the finger disappeared. He could still feel Sabretooth’s member though, and hoped he would take care and not just force his way in, even if Erik agreed to this.

“Let me turn around…” Erik breathed, hoping that Sabretooth would comply.

“Okay…” was the answer, and he actually moved enough to let Erik spin around.

Now Erik was able to look into the larger man’s face. He put his palms against his chest, as to attempt pushing him away. Still a little shaky, Erik started dropping to his knees. Sabretooth’s hands tangled in his wet hair and his huge erection was poking Erik’s cheek.

“Open your mouth,” the brute growled and his hold of Erik’s hair tightened. Erik didn’t like that. In his frenzy, Sabretooth might very well suffocate him.

“Let go of my hair first,” he asked softly. “Then I’ll do it.”

Reluctantly Sabretooth did what he was asked and let his arms drop to his sides. He felt a tentative lin thn the tip, that almost drove him mad and made him slam his whole cock down Magneto’s throat.

After a few teasing licks, Erik closed his mouth around the entire head. He had done this before, many times, and he considered himself quite good at it too, but there was just no way for him to take the entire member, and he hoped Sabretooth understood that. Slowly he began working more and more of the shaft into his mouth, and tried to find a pace that would not gag him but still create enough stimulation. None of his previous partners had been near the size of Sabretooth, so he had to adjust to it.

At least he believed he managed quite well, because the giant was soon gasping and grunting indiscriminately and thrusting his hips into Erik’s mouth, almost gagging him in the process. But suddenly Sabretooth’s hands returned and held him completely still.

Erik looked up at the man he was pleasuring, with a questioning look on his face. Had he done something wrong?

“I don’t wanna come this way,” Sabretooth said. “I wanna get inside your pretty white ass. Bend over, Mags.”

Erik wasn’t sure of this. He wasn’t usually the submissive when he slept with other males. He liked to be on top during lovemaking, and pound into his partners and look down at their faces as they clamped down on him and welcomed him inside their bodies.

Getting Sabretooth to bottom was not an option, of course, so if they were going to do this, he had to be the one. He just hoped Sabretooth wouldn’t try to force him if he decided not to.

Besides, Sabretooth was big. Too big, perh Eri Erik wasn’t sure he could take him into his body without being injured.

“Bend over,” Sabretooth repeated and made a motion with his hand.

“Wait… we don’t have to do this here,” Erik tried. “Let us go up to my room, into a bed, and…”

“No, if we leave now, we won’t continue,” Sabretooth stated. “Besides I don’t wanna wait. I wanna fuck you now.”

Erik knew that it was probably true. If they stopped now, got dressed and walked upstairs the tension that had built up between them would be gone, and they would both realize how foolish the whole thing was, and go separate ways. Sabretooth didn’t want that, and honestly, Erik didn’t want it either.

“Alright,” he finally agreed and rose to all fours, as Sabretooth had instructed him. “You can do it, but you must be *extremely* careful. Lubricate me and prepare me well. If I hurt, you have to promise me to stop. Alright?”

“Okay…” Sabretooth muttered, and started to look for something to use as lubricant. He only had a bottle of shower gel. It would have to do.

The gel was blue. He used his knuckles to prepare Erik instead of his fingertips, since his claws prevented him from using them. It worked well though, and Erik moaned with something Victor believed to be pleasure when he thrust his knuckle into his opening.

Magneto had a very nice ass. Sabretooth st fst felt like reaching forward and tonguing his cleft, but he didn’t, since he was unsure of Erik’s response. Anyway, he wanted to get this over with. He wanted to come badly, and he was going to do it inside Erik. Since he knew he couldn’t get any diseases, a condom was not needed. Barebacking Mags was safe.

He coated his own length with a thick layer of shower gel before he was satisfied. He had promised Erik to take care, and he would.

He put his left hand on Erik’s hip, and grabbed his own shaft with his right. “Okay Mags, are ya ready?” he asked before he started.

Erik, who was currently feeling a bit like a dog, nodded. He could almost not believe this was happening. He was about to get fucked on the shower room floor by Sabretooth!

“Yes, I’m ready…” he said in a hoarse voice, and did his utmost to relax, so that his body would be able to take Sabretooth’s huge member, or at least a part of it. The length was one thing, but the girth…

Shortly he felt the large head of Sabretooth’s cock against his opening, which slowly but relentlessly started to push in. The lubricant made it easier, but it still wasn’t easy. Erik had to fight back a scream when the bulbous head pushed past his sphincter, and flexed his muscles reflexively.

“You have to relax,” Sabretooth said. “Come on now…”

Erik tried to comply. He had not been fucked for nearly 25 years, and never by someone this huge. Sabretooth slowly pushed deeper and deeper. To Erik it felt like being fisted, and the feeling was not the least enjoyable. His erection flagged, and he had to try hard not to squirm away.

Sabretooth didn’t even try getting his entire length in. A good half was enough, and that was more than most people could take.

Erik gritted his teeth when Sabretooth had stopped pushing and now was still. It hurt, but not as badly as before. It still felt uncomfortable, though. He wondered what would happen when Sabretooth started moving.

He did it very gently. Erik was much smaller than he was, after all, and he must not be too rough. He wondered if he’d put on enough lube. Anyway, Mags would let him know if he hadn’t. He placed both his hands on Magneto’s hips and started thrusting carefully.

Erik rested his head against his hands on the wet floor of the shower room. What he felt now was only slight discomfort, not pain. He had to admit his partnes nos not being rough, which surprised him a little. Sabretooth usually didn’t show any regard to other people’s needs and feelings.

One bump accidentally brushed Erik’s prostate. He cried out with both pleasure and surprise, and felt his erection slowly returning. Sabretooth noticed this, of course, and reached around him to take it in his hand.

It was much smaller than his own was. Erik’s shaft virtually disappeared into his large fist. Still Magneto was fairly well-endowed for someone his size and age, so he had nothing to be ashamed of there.

Erik gasped when he felt the hand around his erection, and started to pump it. That, together with the constant stroking of his prostate was almost enough to send him over the edge. His arms gave way under him, and he came, spurting his seed over Sabretooth’s hand and the wet, slippery floor. Since the water was still running, it quickly washed the semen down the drain.

Sabretooth chuckled as he felt Erik’s member soften in his hand. Not very much stamina there either, he thought.

Erik’s internal muscles flexed and clamped down on his partner’s shaft when he had his orgasm. Sabretooth grunted in pleasure, and quickened his speed. He was close now, and started riding Magneto harder. He grabbed the other’s slender hips and pumped into his still narrow channel, not really caring if he hurt Erik or not. He could hear the old man groan with something he believed was pain, not pleasure, but since he got no serious reaction, he continued.

He roared out when he finally came, filling Magneto’s insides with his seed. He stayed in Erik after he had come and regarded his lithe body. The old man was on his knees now only due to his support. He started to wonder if Erik had fainted.

“Erik?” he grunted and slapped Erik’s right buttock lightly. “Are ya there?”

Slowly Erik lifted his heavy head. Yes, he was still here, but he almost wished he wasn’t. Right now it felt like he just wanted to go to sleep there and then.

Sabretooth let his now half-erect cock slip out of Magneto’s back channel. His semen started pouring out as soon as he did it, but the sphincter around Erik’s entrance closed quickly, as it was not its natural state to stay stretched.

Sabretooth got to his feet and offered Erik a hand up. “Come on, now,” he said. “You don’t wanna stay here all night, do ya?”

Erik pulled his hand over his face and slowly turned his head to look up at the man who had just fucked him. Sabretooth looked casual, as usual. Erik wondered if he was going to forget about the whole thing now when he had gotten what he wanted. Probably, and it might even be a wise thing to do. Unfortunately, Erik did not work that way. He couldn’t forget things just because he wanted to, and he sure as hell wouldn’t forget a thing like this.

“Are ya coming?” Sabretooth repeated, now annoyed. He was still offering Erik his hand, and this time Erik took it. The big man pulled him to his feet without effort. Erik’s legs were still a bit shaky, but he believed he would manage to walk. He had a dull ache in his bottom, but nothing very bad. Maybe it would hurt to sit for the few few days, although he could deal with that.

“Let’s get dressed,” Sabretooth said and started walking back into the dressing room. Erik followed him. Silently he wiped himself, and discovered some blood on the towel when he wiped his nether regions. A little blood, not much. Some minor tng, ng, perhaps. Erik chose to ignore it and started getting dressed. When he was finished, Sabretooth suddenly came up behind him and placed a large hand on his shoulder.

Erik sighed deeply. “Yes?” he said.

“Did I hurt you?” Sabretooth asked seriously.

“No… not really… I’m a bit sore, but I am going to be alright.”

“Good.” The large hand travelled up Erik’s neck, and finally gripped a handful of his soft, damp hair. “You’re beautiful,” Sabretooth said, pulling his hand through Erik’s hair.

“Thank you…” Erik whispered. Beautiful? The feral giant believed he was beautiful? Not just “attractive enough to fuck”? It really surprised him. He hadn’t believed Sabretooth had an eye for such.

“I’ll go now,” Sabretooth muttered. “See ya tomorrow, Mags. If you’d like to try another work out in the gym…”

The large man bent down and whispered in Erik’s ear, “…you know I’ll be there…”

Then he went away without casting Erik another look. Erik stayed until he could make his legs obey him, and then he left too. He went straight to his bedroom, without talking to any. What hat would he tell Mystique or Pyro? That he had just slept with Sabretooth?

Safe inside his room, he curled in his bed, trying to find a way to deal with this situation. He was Erik Lehnsherr, Magneto, the leader and founder of the Brotherhood of Mutants. What was he going to do now?

… he… he thought after a while. I guess it’s not such a big deal at all. At least the screwing burned some calories.


The End