Naughty

A/N: - this is a kind of sneak peek/apology to Denday who I swore I'd do a challenge for and haven't due to the fact that my other fic is taking so hideously long to finish :s Many sorries Denday and I promise I'm workin on it.

Naughty

Never mind that he had a voice like white chocolate, never mind that his skin was the colour of the deep ocean on a clear day, never mind that the symbols and patterns scarred into his skin reminded him of the clean snap taste of fresh strawberries straight from the plant...

It was the smile that did it.

Every time.

Even now, during this religious zealousy, the smile was still there.

No doubt Kurt Wagner was a fully grown man who held himself with the high dignityand pride of a holy man but sometimes, when something unexpectedly funny happened, there it was. That naughty, irripresible, youthful smile that lurked constantly in the corner of his mouth. His eyes would glitter with laughter and his head tilted down a little bit so he could watch whatever was happening from beneath thick blue lashes...Naughty. Yeah. Naughty. That was the only word to describe that smile.

It was driving Victor Creed insane.

He'd sit close by as often as he could, watching the quiet figure out of the corner of his eye - aching for the time when that smile would be more readily available and feeling his heart skip a couple of beats when that smile would make an appearance. It had gotten to the point where Creed couldn't even stop his own smile forming on sight of Kurts grin...it was starting to worry him. Especially now an ache in his groin had started whenever Kurt breezed or bampfed into the room. That had started when that smiling, naughty mouth was in his dreams, whispering wicked things...doing *sinful* things.

Creed swallowed hard, shifting a little, almost upsetting his beer and swaring vehemently. He'd come up here, out of the warmth and into the snow, to try and forget - he glanced at the large pile of chopped logs - to try and work off some of his excess energy. It had been *months* since Kurt had been out of his face. Months since Creed had had a moments peace from that sm...Creed sighed facing the inevitable, he had nothing other to think about other than prayers and naughty smiles and sins and -

"Gutten ta-" Creed was suddenly gazing down into bright amber eyes, eyes that were unafraid despite his fist wrapped around his throat. Sabretooth hadn't even been aware of moving but here he was, pinning the smaller man to a tree,

"Do ya ever make a noise when ya walk?" He snarled. Kurt smiled - one of *those* smiles - and Creeds free hand started to shake,

"Not if I can help it" The smile faded - too quickly, "are you goink to let me go?" Kurt asked softly, one three fingered hand skimming over Creeds fist, still wrapped around the blue mans throat. The wild man shrugged, opening his mouth to say 'give me a reason why I should, elf' when Kurts fingers trailed lightly over his sharp claws, delicatly tracing the outline, "I alvays vondered, can you feel things in your claws?" He asked, almost absent mindedly. Creeds lips parted but he was paralysed by the feel of the other mans pulse running through his bones. Kurt didn't seem to notice, his eyes half shut. He hissed a little, followed by a brief spattering of German, as he accidently cut the tender pad of his thumb, drawing his hand back with a frown as Creed released his throat. Sabretooth watched as the pad of that thumb disappeared between Kurts lips, he tried to ignore the flash of sharp white teeth, pink darkness beyond, he tried to ignore the little voice in the back of his mind that was whispering that he would have given *anything* to be that scrap of blue skin -

"What are ya doin up here?" He growled, looking out over the grounds to try and break the crazy spin cycle of lust his mind was on. A dark patch in the snow caught his eye, "apart from spillin my beer?" He added, picking up the empty can with a disgusted sigh,

"Ah, zer lord giveth and zer lord taketh avay" Kurt pressed his hands together, looking skyward in mock - piety even as his tail hovered into view, temptingly dangling a six pack of beer in front of Creeds face. Sabretooth laughed despite himself, grabbing the beer before looking up - smack bang into one of *those* smiles and their gazes locked. The...the *naughtiness* in Kurts eyes didn't die down as he'd expected it too, it flared up becoming positivly wicked, "see somesink you like, herr Creed?" He asked teasingly. Creeds jaw dropped and he blushed for...well...for the first time he could remember. Kurt - priestly Kurt, over zealous Kurt, Kurt wuth the munich circus fetish - just *flirted* with him? Creed narrowd his eyes watching the Nightcrawler break off a couple of cans from the pack. No, he could't have, Sabretooth decided, imagination was a bitch.

He caught the can that ws thrown at him, noticing something other than the cold condensation on the outside,

"You're still bleedin'" Creed settled the beercan between his knees, reaching out with a free hand, "c'mere" He growled, clasping Kurts hand in his own, a little awkwardly at first thanks to the finger differences but Sabretooth got it eventually and *squeezed*, "ya apply preassure it kinda closes everythin off" He said by way of explination, trying to ignore the hot flare of fresh blood against his cold hand, "gives it a chance to heal an' it stops the breedin - bleedin" Creed flushed again at his slip up but the blue man didn't seem to notice, staring out over the grounds of Xaviers with a thoughtful, slightly sad expression. Creed didn't like it. The expression didn't suit Kurts boyish, handsome face. The blue elf had a face designed to smile, to be happy - the hand that Creed held flexed, squeezing back and he pretended not to notice, working on opening his beercan with one hand,

"Here" The tip of Kurts pointed tail slipped under the ring, lifting it was an easy snap, spraying both of them with foam,

"Thanks" Creed growled, sucking foam from the can top before downing a mouthful - nearly choking as the tip of Kurts tail disappeared between Kurts lips, sucking off the foam. The blue mans eyes shifted to his own, growing naughty again. Creed felt a stab of irritation, "ya know exactly what you're doin t'me doncha elf?" He accused. There was a loud, obscene 'pop' as the tail withdrew from Kurts mouth,

"Ja" Creed was stunned at the honest answer, thrown off balance now the rules of the strange game they were playing had changed. He watched the tip of the tail swish, barely resisting the feline urge to swat it out of the air. He was mesmerised by it, barely noticing it move ever closer until the tip pressed gently at his lower lip, urging his mouth open slightly. Creed looked up into yellow eyes, able to hear both their heartbeats racing, his own breath becoming heavy as he let his lips part. Kurt shifted closer, yellow eyes never moving from Creeds mouth, "zer qvestion is, do you know vhat it is you do to me?" They were close enough now that Sabretooth could *feel* it when Kurt breathed out,

"What *I* do?" He asked, voice an incredulous low growl,

"You vatch me, Creed" Kurt breathed - Creed tried to ignore the tingle of hot breath against his lips in favour of counting the thick indigo lashes that partially covered burning amber eyes, "you vatch vis zose black eyes of yours, projecting so much *heat* and it doesn't matter *vhere* I am you find me vis zose eyes - even in church..." There was a tiny hint of anger in Kurts voice now...it was a note that Creed could get used too, "...even in church and..." A pink tongue darted out to wet blue lips nervously,

"And?" Creed prompted, a muscle in his cheek twitching as their noses bumped together. Kurt looked up - reading him briefly - and suddenly Creed was flat on his back in the snow with Nightcrawler straddling his waist, their mouths crushed together. Creed snarled, tasting blood and unsure and uncaring as to who it belonged too. He rolled over, effectivly pinning the slighter man beneath him. Cold, three fingered hands wormed up under Creeds shirt, startling a roar from him as they teased at his nipples even as he clawed Kurts clothes to shreads, leaving the faintest of marks over indigo skin,

"Bitte, mein Gott, bitte!" Kurt cried out, lips swollen from the rough kisses as he clawed at Sabretooths back, "please" He whispered huskily in Creeds ear. Both of them fumbled with Creeds belt and zipper before Creeds pants were sent flying. Sabretooth nearly laughed at that, suprised despite himself when Kurt rolled them over again, straddling him once more their hips grinding together deliciously. Creed reached up, twisting one of Kurts nipples cruelly hard, watching the as the blue man yelped and pushed into the rough touch with a babble of german, head thrown back as his hips continued to move. Creed let his eyes roam over Kurts slim form, miles of perfectly honed, sleek muscled, blue skin exposed all for him. Kurts cock bobbed proud and true and Creeds mouth started to water,

"Want ya, elf" He growled, his voice barely recognisable so thick it was with lust. Kurt looked down at him and *smiled* and Creed nearly lost himself then and there, grabbing hold of Kurts hips to still the heavenly friction, taking a few deep breaths of icy air to try and control himself, "got no lube"

"Interessieren Sie sich nicht, I don't care" Kurt panted, falling forward and catching himself on his palms either side of Creed as Sabretooth took hold of the blue mans cock squeezing and stoking roughly, brutally, "bitte! Please!" The teleporter cried out as waves of pleasure broke over him, the soft, tight curve of his ass pressing back against Creeds cock teasingly. Sabretooth snarled, lifting the smaller mans hips and guiding him down, watching as Kurts eyes fluttered shut, a tiny frown marring that perfect face. Creeds growl became louder as he was slowly - oh so torturously slowly - incased in velvet heat,

"God! Kurt, ya so tight" He ground out, using every last ounce of self control to keep from thrusting upwards into that hot, welcoming channel. Kurt groaned when Creed was fully inside him, hips starting to rock even before he was fully adjusted,

"Ah, Gott!" Kurt moaned deeply, shuddering as he shifted, the raw pain and silken pleasure mixing together in something that made his whole body sing, every nerve ending on fire, when Creed reached down to grab his cock with the same rough stroke as before Kurt was lost, his spine snapping straight as he came with a loud cry, spilling his seed over Sabretooths chest and belly. Creed couldn't take it anymore, the sounds that the 'holy' man was making, the spasming muscles clenching around his cock, drawing him closer to the brilliant white edge of pleasure. Sabretooth rolled over, pinning Kurts sated form beneath him as he thrust into the willing heat at a brutal pace. The Nightcrawler moaned beneath him, clinging to his shoulders, sharp nails scratching grooves into his back,

"Mine" Creed growled against blue flesh, edging ever closer to orgasm, "Mine!" He sank his teeth into the delicate curve where neck met shoulder, distantly hearing Kurt wail,

"Yes! Mein gott!" White light and an ocean crashed down over Creed as he came, hips still pumping into the tight heat until he was completly spent, not even having the strength to keep his weight off the smaller man...not that Kurt seemed to mind. The elf was practically purring beneath him, three fingered hands lazily running over his back, pressing kisses to his shoulder, "all good sings come to zose who vait" Kurt giggled lazily. Creed pushed himself up on trembling arms to look down into that smile, grinning back,

"Amen to that"