A Streetcar Named Sabretooth

This needs serious work. And like I said, I really am apologizing to Tennessee Williams if this sucks too horribly. I love his work and the relationship between Sabretooth and Mystique really struck me as similar to that of Stella and Stanley. Anyway, that said, I own nothing, don't sue me!

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He didn't know.

Raven didn't realize it, actually. She'd forgotten that Erik slept soundly, that he was on the other side of the caves, and most importantly, that he possessed an almost superhuman ability to live in denial...

They'd never been monogamous, but she supposed that sow tow this was different. One late evening, she and Victor were unable to restrain themselves a moment longer and retired to his bedroom. He'd lapped at her body for a while, preparing her for his entry, and then pushed inside her with such speed that she screamed. That's when Erik came in, opening the metal door with the flutter of his wrist.

"What are you doing?" he snapped, uncontrolled panic rising in his voice.

Sabretooth snarled, pulled out. Beneath him, Raven whimpered at the sudden emptiness.

"What does it look like I'm doing, Erik? What, she's your girlfriend now or something?" He was up in a second, so tall that he almost had to crouch to avoid hng tng the ceiling, pouncing in the smaller man's direction. A lamp fell and shattered at the wrath of one enormous hand

paw? thought Raven.

and the room was thrown into near darkness. Raven felt the samege oge of excitement that she'd experienced upon seeing him fight for the first time. He was a powerful man, a beast who could probably snap her in half without breaking a sweat. There was no grace or couth in his movements; he lumbered almost awkwardly and batted around at his opponents with idle rage like a cat chasing a feather. Sometimes said opponents were naught but unfortunate bystanders. Hence, the lamp. Raven was reminded vaguely of Stella Kowalski (nee DuBois), languishing in bed after a night of lovemaking and breathlessly relating to her sister their wedding night, in which Stanley had gone about the apartment, smashing all the lightbulbs with a slipper...for no reason at all.

"And you--you let him? Didn't run, didn't scream?"

"I was--sort of--thrilled by it."

Watching Sabretooth now she understood this, and as he successfully menaced Erik from the bedroom, she found herself desperate to feel just a modicum of that power inside her own body.

"Victor," she whispered, arms outstretched.

In the moonlight, he grinned and his teeth glittered almost too-white. "Hey, baby." Within seconds he had leapt upon her small form and she cried out in pain as he forced himself inside her once again, grunting furiously. A rhythm established itself. Despite all his brutality, Sabretooth was not interested in his satisfaction alone. He could see Raven's expression in the dark, smell the elation in her body as pain gave way to sudden, undeniable pleasure, and he liked it. Thrusting slowly, each agonizing inch by inch, focusing on the shape of his lover's mouth and the tilt of her chin as he leaned in to nip at her blue throat, listening for the increase of breath and waiting for the scent that would eventually lead to what he hoped would be another powerful orgasm. She'd always said there was nobody who had ever made her come so hard...

"There are things that happen between a man and a woman in the dark--that sort of make everything else seem--unimportant..."

No lovemaking here, of course. That wasn't his style. With Victor...well, with Victor, all they ever managed to do was--

"Fuck!" gasped Raven, arching her back, clenching her jaw.

He slipped a hand down between her legs and fumbled for her clit with one enormous finger. She was gasping, and her breath came harder and faster while he stroked the wet little nub with a tenderness that completely belied his true strength.

"Oh," she hissed through closed teeth. "Oh...oh god..."

"Well, if you'll forgive me--he's common."

"Why yes, I suppose he is."

She could just barely see him in the dark, lookinwn awn at her with those black eyes. Staring at Victor's eyes at this distance, so close that she could feel the sandpapery bristles on his face and the hot exhalations of breath escaping his fanged mouth, was like gazing into a black hole. In the dark, fucking Sabretooth was like fucking some as-yet-undiscovered monster.

"He acts like an animal, has an animal's habits! Eats like one, moves like one! There's even something subhuman--something not quite to the stage of humanity yet! Yes, something--ape-like about him, like one of those pictures I've seen in--anthropological studies...bearing the raw meat home from the kill in the jungle! And you--you here--waitingfor for him! Maybe he'll strike you or maybe grunt and kiss you!"

Raven moaned. Above her, Sabretooth roared triumphantly, continued to rut...

"...night falls and the other apes gather! There in the front of the cave, all of them grunting like him, and swilling and gnawing and hulking...somebody growls--some creature snatches at something..."

A cloud drifted across the night sky and a sudden flood of moonlight poured in through the window in a deluge of silver. And the lovers were bathed in it, two shimmery figures moving in slow self-same rhythm. Raven's breath caught in her throat then, a blush spread hard and fast across her chest and throat...her muscles tensed...

"In this dark march toward whatever it is we're approaching...don't--don't hang back with the brutes!"

Suddenly she was there, writhing and screaming below his body, and the power was intoxicating enough to force him over the edge with her. His jaws closed hard on her shoulder and he bellowed, and Raven moaned once more with him before going limp in his arms. A few more weary thrusts...and he was done too.