By Your Side

Story Title: By Your Side

Rating: NC-17 definitely.

Pairing: Sabretooth/Magneto, and reference to Magneto/Xavier

Fandom: X-men 1 only. This can’t have been influenced by X2, since I had not yet seen the movie when I wrote this, so... Post X1.

Disclaimer: Marvel, 20th Century Fox or whatever owns it all, I don’t own anything. No money made from this.

Summary: Sabretooth visits Magneto late at night and gets an unpleasant surprise...

A/N and warnings: Well, let’s see... graphic m/m sex, and possibly a squicky pairing. (I’m not sure, is it??) Then there is angst, drinking, and possibly suicidal thoughts. If I give away more, it will spoil the story completely. And yes, some bad language as well. No non-con, though.

Series/Sequel: Independent sequel to “The Surprise” and “Vengeance”, which can both be found on my site, http://www.geocities.com/henrika_amanda/Index.html You needn’t have read them to understand this, though.

Archive: My own site; others, please ask before taking it.

Feedback: Pretty please? It will be greatly appreciated and answered. If you choose to flame me, then please do so *off* list:) My email is henrika15_@hotmail.com

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It was Saturday evening, and life on the small rocky island out in the Atlantic Sea, not far from the coast of New Jersey, went on just like before.
Victor Creed, known as Sabretooth to most people, thought about taking the helicopter and head for the mainland to “amuse himself”, but he knew Magneto would be disappointed if he left now.
He had lately made a habit of visiting Magneto every Saturday night and having sex with him.
Mags had become more and more reserved lately, and rarely left the lair anymore, so his Brotherhood - including Victor, Mystique, and the creep Toad - were virtually the only people he met. Surely he often spoke in a telephone and such, or sat with his computers or some other technical equipment, but that was no real, human contact.
Perhaps Magneto was getting old. Next time he would turn 70.
Mystique was often away; she had a hectic schedule, working both as a spy and as the politician senator Kelly. And the frog Toad mostly just sat on the rocks and caught passing birds with his long tongue, or lay in his room, skimming through porno magazines, which he had stolen from Victor.
Sabretooth had to admit, that he was the one who spent most time with Magneto nowadays, even though they weren’t interacting frequently. He was near the other mutant when they had sex - and Victor suspected that he was the only one Magneto had sex with presently.
Mystique, when she was present, did not seem to be showing any such interest in the old man anymore, and probably he wasn’t very inclined to be with her either.
It couldn’t be too easy for Magneto to be with a woman anymore, since he at times remained as flaccid as a dead worm, even when Victor slept with him. But since he was always on the bottom when they had sex, it didn’t really matter that much. Sabretooth fucked him with pleasure, and he would continue with it, until Magneto either died or put an end to it himself.
Victor decided not to head for the mainland this evening, but going to Magneto instead, as the tradition had become. His visits always made Erik happy, and he welcomed him with open arms. Maybe he was feeling very lonely.
When Sabretooth approached Magneto’s room and knocked on the thick steel door, - a hollow “clop clop” noise sounded - he didn’t receive a reply at once. He knocked again, and even called to him this time,
“Magneto... Erik? Are you in there? Can I come in?”
A while passed before the reply came. “Yes, Victor... Just come in... I was expecting you...”
Magneto was talking very slowly, and his voice was not as clear as it usually was. Victor wondered if he could have gone to bed already, but he still pushed the door open to check, since Magneto had asked him to come in.
He hoped the old man would at least not be too tired to fuck.
Erik was not in his bed, as Victor had guessed, but he was sitting, huddled, in an armchair in his large bedroom, with his legs drawn up to his chest. On the small table beside the armchair, stood a half-full bottle of whisky, and in his hand Magneto was holding an almost empty glass.
When Victor entered the room, he knocked back the last of the content in the glass, and then focused his eyes on his guest.
At first his face was lax and expressionless, but then his mouth was slowly drawn into a smile. “Hello,” he said wearily, his voice thick.
Victor instantly noticed the half-full bottle of whisky standing on the table, and the glass which Erik casually held in his relatively limp hand.
Alright. Magneto was drunk. And not just a little tipsy. He seemed to have consumed a great deal of liquor, considering how little was left in the bottle, and how he looked like.
It surprised Victor very much. Magneto had never been fond of liquor, and he had a low alcohol tolerance. What could possibly have made him do this?
“Erik,” Sabretooth said, using Magneto’s real first name, as he advanced toward him.
Erik closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the chair’s headrest. The glass in his hand appeared to be in danger of dropping to the floor. Sabretooth hurried to take it away from him, and put it in safety on the table beside. Magneto barely reacted.
“Erik,” Victor said again and took the elder man’s silver-grey head into his hands. He kneeled in front of the armchair and gently shook Magneto. His breathing was slow and deep, and he was so intoxicated that he was borderline unconscious.
“How are you? What happened? Why have you been drinking?”
Now Erik opened his eyes, but it took him some time to get them focused.
“I had a headache...” he murmured in reply. “And a backache... I thought...this would help... And it did... I am feeling very light now...”
That was true. The headache had vanished into thin air, and instead his head felt very light. His body, on the opposite, felt very heavy, and he had no real control over his movements.
“What did you want, Victor?” he asked. “Did you come here to make love to me?”
So he hasn’t forgotten *that*! Victor thought amused.
“If you want to,” he replied. “But you are...”
“I would like that...” Magneto said with a sigh.
His breath smelled of liquor when he exhaled, and he leaned his head back again and closed his eyes, heavily breathing through his mouth.
“Would you like that, Erik?” Victor asked as he passed his hands over the other man’s long, slender body, now completely relaxed and soft. He wasn’t sure what he would feel about fucking an almost unconscious body, but his cock responded eagerly, and he could feel it rise against the fabric of his pants, which suddenly felt all but loose.
Victor let his huge hands rest on Magneto’s thin thighs, and he could feel his body heat, and even his heartbeats through the fabric.
The older man looked down at his younger lover, who was at least twice his size, and despite that he was reeling drunk, he understood what Victor wanted. Erik lifted his hand and buried it in Victor’s long, thick blond hair. “Go ahead,” he said hoarsely.
Victor needed no further encouragement. Drunk or not; if Erik wanted to get fucked, then so be it. He was only hoping that Magneto was still as tight as he usually was.
Sabretooth started unbuttoning Magneto’s pants and undid his fly. His small, white cotton briefs went the same way. He pulled of Erik’s pants and underpants and let them lie in a heap on the floor beside the armchair.
When he pulled off Magneto’s socks, he could feel how cold the old man’s feet were.
“Oh, man...” he murmured, startled, and kneaded Erik’s white feet in his large, warm hands. “You’re cold as ice...”
Erik, who was now naked from the waist down, moaned faintly as Victor tenderly massaged his poor, frozen feet. He started unbuttoning his plain, white cotton shirt, but was obviously not going to bother taking it off entirely, since it would not be necessary. Besides it was cold in here.
Victor released his feet after some time, when they had gotten a bit warmer, and directed his attention between Erik’s legs instead. The old man’s penis was still completely soft, surrounded by soft, grey pubic hair. Except for his pubic tuft, Erik’s body was completely hairless. His skin was still soft and smooth, despite his age, and he had become very pale, probably since he went out so rarely.
Sabretooth took his cid cid little member into his hand, and rubbed it a little to get some life into it. It disappeared into his huge fist, so he opened his hand and instead rubbed it against his open palm.
Magneto groaned and willingly spread his legs. He lifted his feet and placed them on Victor’s broad shoulders, to give him access, but also to keep his feet away from the cold floor.
“Shall I suck you?” Sabretooth asked Magneto, while he gently rubbed his penis with his thumb.
Erik simply nodded. Victor surely slept with both males and females, but Magneto was the only man he had ever given fellatio. Usually he didn’t bother pleasing others that way, but simply leaned back and let his partners do it for him, but Magneto was special, in more than one way. Victor cared about him.
Slowly he closed his mouth around his lover’s flaccid member. He was always very careful not to hurt him with his fangs, and made sure he was enjoying it.
Erik drew his legs up as much as possible, and moaned. Slowly his member started to stiffen and engorge. Victor could feel its throbbing against the insides of his cheeks and his tongue, and he started sucking more and more vigorously.
Erik buried his hands in his hair and occasionally pulled it, as his breathing became faster and more irregular. After some time he was gasping and throwing his head back, silent with pleasure, despite the constant buzzing in his head, and his body, which he could not quite control.
Victor could easily take Erik’s five inches without triggering the gag-reflex. The first time he gave Magneto oral sex was about 1,5 years ago, and it had been his first time ever. In spite being a relative novice, he was skilled at what he did, and Magneto, drunk and aged, lacked stamina and came quite soon.
He didn’t notify beforehand that he would come, but suddenly the salty liquid just spurted into Victor’s mouth, and it came as quite an unpleasant surprise. Yet he managed to swallow most of the semen, but had to grimace at the salty taste.
Usually Erik let him know in good time before he ejaculated, so that Victor would have time to prepare himself, but now he was probably “slow” due to his liquor intake.
The orgasm had rendered Erik’s head, if possible, even lighter. He was staring up at the high ceiling, only seeing blurred outlines, and suddenly felt so light he could almost float up there, and look down at Victor and the rest of his body that remained in the chair.
“Oh... so good...” he breathed and massaged Victor’s scalp with his fingertips.
Sabretooth let Erik’s now soft penis slide out of his mouth, and started kissing his inner thigh instead. He was not angry with Erik for not forewarning him about his orgasm. Instead he was glad having managed to satisfy him, since that wasn’t always easy nowadays.
Victor loved the spicy scent of Magneto’s skin. He began kissing his wrinkled ball-sac, pulling one of his testicles into his mouth, gently sucking the little ball, hidden inside the soft skin sac.
Erik groaned again and stroked Victor’s head. “Oh, yes...” he murmured in ecstasy. “Just like that...”
He sensually rubbed his bare feet against Victor’s shoulders as he gave encouraging murmurs. After some time, Victor started moving even lower down, and let his tongue brush Erik’s rosy, puckered anus.
Now Magneto gasped and his hands, which were holding Victor’s hair, reflexively balled into fists. He didn’t usually prefer that Victor did that to him, since he found the entire act extremely gross.
But unlike Erik, Victor actually liked doing it, and didn’t mind it at all, even if he, of course, preferred penetrating Magneto with his cock.
Now the old man was either too drunk or too drowsy to do anything about it, and let his lover continue.
Victor licked his nether opening the same way he would have licked a woman’s vagina; tongue in and out, and some around the opening at times.
Erik’s head lolled from one side to the other and his eyes slid stubbornly shut. He realized he was falling asleep, but he did everything he could to prevent it. He mustn’t finish like this. He wanted to be conscious when Victor fucked him.
“Victor, please...” he panted and carefully tugged at the other’s hair, to get his attention.
Sabretooth looked up from Erik’s crotch. “What?”
“Aren’t you... you know...”
Victor grinned. “Fuck you? Oh, I will, just hang on! But it would be good if you were at least conscious when I do!”
He stood up and decided to do it now. Magneto’s hands slid down from his head. The old man remained in the chair, with his head hanging down and legs still widely spread.
I don’t think I’ll fuck him here, thought Victor. That chair isn’t big enough for me. No, I’m gonna take him to the bed.
His erection had not flagged during the time he sucked Magneto off, but was still there, waiting to spring forth from his pants.
Unconscious or not, now he’s gonna get a ride!
“Come on now,” Victor said impatiently and reached out his hand, realizing that Erik could need some help getting to his feet.
Magneto opened his eyes and saw Victor’s outstretched hand. He feebly reached out his own, and Victor seized it firmly. Erik’s hand almost disappeared into the large man’s.
“Alright...” he slurred. “Just let me...” When he tried to rise, he got himself a nasty surprise. His legs wouldn’t carry him. They were as indolent and bendable as if they had been made of rubber. His entire body was.
Victor caught him before he fell into a heap on the floor, and lifted him into his arms.
Erik gasped for breath. His entire world spun around. His wound his arms around something he thought was Victor’s neck and leaned his head against his shoulder.
“Now I’m gonna fuck you senseless,” Sabretooth said.
“I already am senseless...” Erik murmured while Victor slowly carried him toward the bed in his strong arms. He was slender and slight, and wasn’t heavy in spite of being quite tall.
Victor carefully put Erik down onto the bed, and then started to undress himself. He was eager, but still took his time, since Magneto looked to be falling asleep again. There was no hurry.
Getting free from the pants was a pleasant experience. His erection, 10+ inches, stood proud and tall, jutting forth from his bush of blond, crisp pubic hair.
Usually Erik was eager to touch it and stroke it with his hands, but now he just lay completely still and looked up at Victor with weary, unfocused eyes, through eyelids half-closed. Sabretooth crawled down to him in the bed and lay down sideways, propping himself up with his elbow.
Erik was lying on his back next to him, and Victor brought his mouth to his neck and gently started nibbling his skin, while he hand was stroking Erik’s chest and stomach.
Magneto didn’t seem to notice anything. He was as good as unconscious already. His little nipples stiffened when Victor caressed them, but that was no conscious response. When he looked down at him again, his face was lax and expressionless, and his eyes were closed.
Victor sighed. There was no point in prolonging the foreplay now, when the old man was in that kind of state. He might as well fuck him at once and just get it over with.
Victor’s cock ached for the feeling of a tight, warm, gripping heat, and Magneto could offer that, in spite being barely conscious.
“Erik,” Victor said, lips brushing the other man’s mouth. “Are you ready for me now? I don’t want you to see this as a rape afterwards.”
Erik just sighed in reply, and Victor, horny and ready, took it as a yes.
He rose to his knees in the bed, and looked down at the sprawled, slender, pale body underneath him. Erik was still wearing his white shirt, and although Victor had preferred to have him totally naked, he had to let it be. Trying to pull it off now would only result in trouble, and he might hurt Magneto in the process.
He noticed that the old man’s skin was almost as white as the shirt he wore. Some parts of him, like his nipples, the head of his penis, anen hen his anus, were certainly always pink.
Sabretooth spread Magneto’s legs, and found his anus with one fingertip. It was safe for him to touch Erik now, since he always cut his claws before he visited him, not to hurt him accidentally.
Erik’s sphincter was already quite loose, due to his liquor intake, and Sabretooth’s index finger slid in without difficulties. The old man simply gasped when he felt the finger intrude, and tried to sit up, but failed and sank back into the pillows.
Good, he’s still tight, Victor thought when he had thrust his finger in and out a few times.
But this would require lubricant. No matter how relaxed Erik was, he would not be able to take all of Victor’s cock without lubricant. They usually used hand cream or body lotion, and there was most certainly a tube or a bottle in Erik’s bedside drawer.
Sabretooth turned around to look for it. He found a white gallipot in the middle drawer, which contained skin cream. It said “intensively moisturing”. There wasn’t much lotion left, but it had to do.
Victor took a large dollop of white, viscid cream onto his index- and middle finger, and spread Erik’s legs with his other hand and started to coat his opening. This time he let his fingers slide in to the knuckles, and could actually feel the small prostate gland through Magneto’s rectal wall. He massaged it gently with his fingertips, hoping to provoke a reaction, and he got one, although one not near as strong as usually.
Erik just moaned faintly and his head lolled from one side to the other. He didn’t even open his eyes.
Victor sighed and pulled his fingers back out. He took out some more cream, which he coated his own erection with, and after that he leaned over Erik, between his splayed legs, and prepared to begin the act. At first he wasn’t sure what position would be best; he had most of all preferred taking Erik from behind - something that Erik usually refused doing, but Magneto was hardly capable of standing on all fours now, so it had to be something else.
The missionary position was the most simple, and brought least strain on Erik, so it had to be that.
Victor could certainly not lie on top of his smaller lover with his full weight, but had to take most of it onto his own arms. Now, before he started, he looked down at the other’s relaxed face and brushed his cheek with his lips.ady?ady?” he whispered.
No response.
Whether Erik was “ready” or not, he would have to take a cock now. Victor brought the tip of his large member to his opening, and started to enter him.
Erik’s sphincter easily yielded, and soon Victor had entered him with the seven inches which Erik could take. He *could* have thrust in deeper, but then he would have torn the old man’s delicate tissues and caused him serious injuries.
He never did it, of course, but kept within Erik’s limitations. This wasn’t supposed to hurt him.
Victor started thrusting after some time, when he thought Erik’s body had adjusted to the penetration. He tried to be careful, although he knew the old man would hardly object to a rougher treatment. But if Victor was rough now, Erik would have to suffer for it later, when he sobered up.
Magneto didn’t really notice much. He was in a kind of fog, at least as thick as wool, and no visions, sounds or sensations could pass throuhe che cloth. He could sense Victor’s closeness, feel his breath in his face, and the warmth coming from his large, heavy body.
He also felt that something - something large - was going in and out of his body, but in his current condition he could not figure out what it was.
Sabretooth enjoyed this physically, but his mind was a little more dubious. Erik lay completely limp underneath him, and his face was also completely lax, as though he was asleep, or even dead.
Usually Magneto gasped and groaned vigorously, and tried to pull Victor down for kisses, or wound his arms around his neck and wrapped his long, supple legs around his waist and pinched with them, when he orgasm gradually built, as he called encouragingly to Victor.
Now he did nothing like that, but simply lay still. His passiveness made Victor almost feel like a necrophiliac. Sure, Sabretooth preferred submissive partners, but this was simply too much.
Besides he didn’t really like this position, since there was a risk he would squeeze Erik without knowing it, since Erik couldn’t object in his current condition, and therefore get hurt.
“Hey, Erik, no...” Victor finally panted. “We have to do something about this...”
He moved and suddenly pulled out of Magneto, without having even approached any orgasm.
Erik didn’t notice much, only that the comforting heat on top of him had vanished, like the large thing inside his body, that actually made him feel good, sending pleasant tickles down his spinal column. He objected by squeaking miserably.
Victor turned Erik around and instead placed him on his right side, with his own large body behind him, pulling Erik’s smaller body into the curve of his own.
This was called the “spoon-position” and would most certainly work better at this time; Victor didn’t have to be anxious about crushing Erik, also lso he didn’t have to look at his sleeping face while they had sex.
After a while, when he was sure Magneto was comfortable, he gently thrust his member back into him, from behind this time.
Erik’s response to the penetration was positive. He drew his upper leg up toward his chest to give Victor better access, and even managed to moan.
Sabretooth inhaled the other mutant’s scent and buried his face in his thick, soft silver , ki, kissing his neck. With his hand, he stroked Erik’s shoulder, chest and left side.
He liked the other man’s body very much; he was beautiful, despite his age, and he was as slim as he had been when he was young.
Victor suspected that Magneto had lost another few pounds lately, since he had become both paler and thinner, and his bones were sticking out more than usually.
What’s really going on, Erik? Why aren’t you eating? Victor couldn’t help thinking. Are you not well? Has something happened?
He slowly slid in and out of the old man’s loose-limbed body and stroked him tenderly as he did so; the shirt was in the way a whole lot, but Victor passed his hand in under it, and touched Magneto’s nipples with his fingers. The small nubs responded to the stimulation, but that was hardly any conscious reaction now either.
Sabretooth was equipped with nearly everlasting stamina, and could have fucked Erik all night, especially when the other was so passive, and didn’t at all contribute to creating any friction between them.
But after approximately one hour Victor had had enough, and decided to seek release soon. He seized Erik’s upper thigh roughly, and started thrusting hard and fast into his canal, although he was careful not to go too deep.
The powerful thrusts made Erik’s slender body shake, but Victor held him firmly, and didn’t allow him being thrown forward. Victor grunted out loud, and the muscles in the arm he had wrapped around Erik’s waist flexed when he received his eagerly awaited orgasm and came inside Magneto’s body.
His loads were always huge, and this was no exception; when he pulled out, his semen would surely pour out of Erik’s anus and stain the sheets thoroughly.
Victor breathed heavily a few times, but he recovered quickly, and was fully recovered within ten seconds.
He stayed down, pressing Erik against himself, nuzzling his neck, without pulling out of him. The slack, moist heat felt good around his member, which was now soft when his needs were satisfied. But still he didn’t pull out.
Sabretooth wasn’t sure if Magneto had enjoyed this at all; perhaps he had, somewhere subconsciously, but his penis was completely soft when Victor touched it, and he had not come.
But no, that could hardly be expected. Once per night was Erik’s maximum nowadays. At the most.
Victor lay down for another while, in the same position, and stroked his slee lov lover, humming to himself every now and then. Erik was asleep. He truly was. His breathing revealed that. He was almost snoring.
Victor did not attempt to wake him up. Erik was comfortable where he lay, and needed to sleep without being disturbed. Victor didn’t even care pulling out of him. It obviously didn’t bother Erik, so he might as well stay there. He only reached out his hand and grabbed a corner of the quilt, pulling it over them, to keep Erik warm.
The old man ld cod comfortable now, but Sabretooth was certain that he’d feel hellish when he woke up in the morning.
No one - and least of all a lean old man like Erik - could consume that much liquor at one time without getting the hangover of the decade.
Victor himself could, of course, and then maybe Wolverine, but then they were blessed with a healing factor beyond the usual.
Victor fell asleep after some time, after listening to Magneto’s deep, even breathing, and smelling his fragrant, thick grey hair.