Try a little Tenderness

Title: Try a little Tenderness
Author: Kitty Devoire
Summary: Victor Creed goes to see Henry McCoy for a little advice, both get a little more than they bargined for.
Rating:NC-17
Pairings: Victor Creed/Hank McCoy
Feedback: Most heartily welcomed
Beta’s: Hats off to DV, Bink and Dollybird - you know who you are guys ;) couldn't a done it without you, ken?
Author Notes: This story was born out of a slightly tipsy conversation over nachos...nachos are the dvils work
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these characters, they belong to marvel and I do not profit from this

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“Kiss me” He said, his tone perfectly serious and reasonable,

“What?”

“You alleged you required to ascertain tenderness, Mr Creed. A kiss is a good place to commence” Henry ‘Hank’ McCoy PhD said, raising a challenging eyebrow. The statement had been a diversionary tactic, something to scare the other man off. He was having a hard time that *Victor Creed* aka *Sabretooth* wanted to learn about tenderness, he was ninety per cent sure that this was some elaborate joke. The shaggy looking specimen of mutant-kind stood before him frowning a little, yes this seemed the right track to getting rid of him so Hank could carry on with the important business of finding a – Creed leant forward and kissed him. At first Hank froze under the onslaught before a gasp of pure surprise fell from him and Creeds tongue slipped past his parted lips and into his mouth. The instruments on the table behind him jumped as he grabbed hold of it for support, his knees going weak as he was…ravished. Creed pulled away, still pressed against the entire length of his body,

“Good?” He asked, still frowning as he watched the other mans reaction. Hank panted, adjusting his fogged up glasses with a shaking hand,

“Um…” He coughed, cursing himself as he tried to regain his scattered wits, “on the animalistic, ‘ravishing-the-prey’ side of kisses, yes, very good -” Very, very good, his hormone fogged brain sang happily, “not entirely tender though” Sabretooth’s frown deepened and he nodded,

“Slower?” He suggested. Hank nodded dumbly, wondering when the slightly taller man was going to step back,

“Precisely” He cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses in an attempt to not look at him, “Next time you endeavour to kiss someone just simply go slower, maybe a little softer” He suggested in his most doctoral tone. A knuckle came up under his chin, tilting his head up until he was forced to look into black eyes as his glasses were delicately removed by a heavily clawed hand. Hank drew a little breath as Sabretooth leant down, “I didn’t mean me…” He trailed off into a whimper as Creed’s tongue swiped over his lower lip before claiming his mouth once again, this time he was coaxed gently into returning the kiss, persuaded to open his mouth to Creeds – Hanks knees gave way completely and Sabretooths hands slipped around his waist to hold him up. There was a soft, dull rumble, like the sound of far off thunder in the distance and it took the doctors scattered wits a few moments to realise that Sabretooth was purring. Eventually the tender kiss was broken,

“Good?” Inwardly Hank was amazed that Creed could speak after that…that astounding – he was jolted a little as Creed slipped a thigh between his legs, “good?” He asked insistently. Hank clung to him,

“Oh god yes!” He whispered harshly, eyes squeezed shut as he tried to think through the heat, through the warmth pressed against him, through that thigh he wanted so badly to grind against. Hank opened his eyes, finding the other man a little blurry without his glasses to aid him, “this is not a very advantageous notion, C-Creed” He stammered, hearing his voice raise a few octaves as Sabretooths thigh pressed up,

“Why not?” Creed growled down his ear, gently nipping the skin at his throat, not seeming to care about the blue fur that got in the way,

“Um, because I’m a…and you’re…er…don’t ask such frivolous questions at such a time!” He snapped, trying to grasp hold of some emotion other than want. Creed merely huffed a laugh in his ear before running his tongue over the curves and swirls. Hank whimpered, trying to gather his thoughts, a way to get out, a way to stop his own traitorous hands pushing off the fur cape from Creeds shoulders, tried to stop his fingers from undoing the shirt beneath but they really didn’t want to co-operate. It had been so long since anyone had – he growled a little as Creeds cold hands wormed into the lab coat he wore, softly, slowly, tenderly stroking his chest and sides, that thigh between his legs rubbing back and forth now. Hank buried his face in the taller mans neck, frowning as he tried to control himself. He felt the lab-coat fall from his shoulders, pooling around his feet, not caring as he was lifted up onto the table behind him, his underwear slowly dragged down as Sabretooth stood between his legs,

“Beautiful” Creed murmured, running his hands over silky dark blue fur, smiling as the man beneath him blushed and squirmed. He ran the back of his hand – so he could be careful of his claws - over a partially erect nipple, watching the stoic doctor gasp, jerking a little with the spike of pleasure that ran through him. Sabretooth grinned, this gentle thing was easier than he thought. He lent down, running his tongue up the length of Hanks jaw, “want ya” He murmured,

“Yes” Hank pushed up, drawing the other man closer. Sabretooth growled, only just remembering to reign himself in, keep himself in check and not rip off the rest of the doctors clothes in a frenzy. Slowly, tenderly he removed Hanks clothes, throwing them over his shoulder carelessly. Hank huffed a little, desperate for touch, contact, anything, “Tenderness has it’s place, Mr Creed, but when it’s been employed to its fullest extent a little roughness is not averse” Though Victor had no idea what the doctor had just said he caught the main gist of it and nodded, leaning forward to ravage Hank McCoys mouth with his own, eliciting a groan as he ran his claws down the blue furred sides, stopping just short of drawing blood, “please” Hank begged as Sabretooth broke away, he could taste blood and didn’t care, “please, please, please -” A finger was pressed against his mouth but he couldn’t bite back a moan as he felt a hard cock, hot, velvet covered steel, press against his ass insistently,

“I can’t prepare ya” Sabretooth growled, trailing a sharp claw down over a nipple by way of demonstration, loving it when the body beneath him writhed. He pinched the nipple, careful not to draw blood, just as an experiment and was slightly shocked as the Doctor reached back, grabbing hold of his ass and pulling him forward,

“Neither can I” Hank inwardly cursed his own claws before reaching up and back for the KY jelly he kept for ultra scans – thanking whatever deity was responsible that he’d become a doctor, “use a lot” He ordered breathlessly, some distant part of his mind wondering what had happened to his vocabulary. Creed nodded, smearing a good sized handful over his erection before leaning forward, hands either side of Hanks body,

“Sure?” He all but growled,

“In me” Hank ordered. In one smooth thrust Creed encased himself in the gentle doctors body. Hank moaned, low and long, at the sudden intrusion, the rip-glide pleasure-pain that coursed through his system making his back arch. Creed pulled out mercilessly, almost all the way, and thrust back in – hard, deep – just the way Hank liked it. Hank lifted his hips to meet each thrust, moaning and beyond words, eyes shut as he concentrated on the sensations tingling through his body. Sabretooth watched his new lover, moaning beneath him, delicious sounds from the usually tightly controlled doctor. On some level Creed knew that Hank needed this almost as much as he did. Hanks eyes flew open in surprise as Creeds hand wrapped around his cock, pumping in time to his thrusts. He wasn’t going to last long, he knew it as soon as he looked up into those usually soulless black eyes and saw the heat there, a familiar coil tightened in the pit of his belly, “Oh God, Oh Victor, I – I’m g-going to-” He was silenced as Creed kissed him, vicious, demanding, claiming him. Hank cried out into the kiss, his whole body going tense as he spurted between them, pleasure exploding along his senses. He couldn’t hold back another strangled moan as Creed exploded inside him, filling him with liquid fire, before collapsing against him. Hank grinned hugely against the shoulder smashed against his face, not sure if it was the endorphins or the situation that made him want to burst out laughing as he listened to the other mans heartbeat slow down. Sabretooth drew back eventually, looming over him,

“Good?” He growled, licking him, purring like a big cat,

“You have to ask?” Hank giggled a little, licking him back. Creed grinned and kissed him,

“Teach me long words next time” He growled,

“Next time?” Hank said, surprised despite himself. Sabretooth grinned,

“Ya mine now, Beast” He growled, “All mine”

Fini