From the Vaults, Catspaws: Lost Innocence Part 8 of 10
Author’s Note/Disclaimer:
I do not own Marvel, X-Men Evolution, the X-Men or the universe they live in. This is a work of adult fan fiction written solely for entertainment purposes. No disrespect or copyright infringement is intended by the author. I make no money from this work.
This story is set in the X-Men Evolution universe after the television series ended. Kurt and Kitty are about eighteen years old and about to start college.
Warnings: This is a dark fic. Bad things are going to happen to our beloved characters. For the story as a whole -- M/M and M/F nonconsensual sex. Consensual M/F sex. Anal sex, hand job, oral sex.
Chapter Eight: Victor
Victor woke slowly, his body still humming with pleasure and need. He was surprised that he’d fallen asleep so easily with the boy in his bed. Not like him, though it was decidedly pleasant to feel that soft fur against his skin. The boy’s breathing was slow and even. Sounded less labored. Good.
The kid continued to surprise him; he seemed to be bouncing back quickly. Hadn’t really expected to get the kid off, but once he’d started, he couldn’t resist. Even now, he found himself slowly stroking the body next to him. The boy shifted a little and made a small sound that might have been a sob or a moan.
The small motion, the little sound, the scent of sex that still hung thick in the air…The beast inside him was rousing, along with his cock. He growled a little to himself. He should let the kid sleep. Should get some himself. But the beast wanted more.
Slowly he unwound himself from the kid, careful not to wake him just yet. Better to deal with this now than to let it build. Control…It was what kept him from being the animal people named him. The animal would fuck the boy until he bled, would savage him. Maybe even kill him.
No. He glided silently to his desk and retrieved the tube of lubricant. Somehow there was no question of leaving the boy or taking him back to the room he shared with the girl. No. There was a limit to that control.
He returned to the bed and tucked the tube beneath his pillow, pulling the sleeping boy back into his arms. The kid was starting to rouse a bit. He began to slowly stroke his body, running his palms along the velvety contours of his ass and his thighs, brushing his cock and balls and crossing the planes of his belly and chest. He nuzzled at the back of the boy’s neck, nibbling carefully.
A sharp intake of breath told him the boy was awake now. He continued his stroking, again brushing the boy’s cock, testing to see if he would respond again. The kid made another sound, half whimper, half moan, but he felt a telltale twitch against his palm.
“Kurt…” He whispered in the boy’s ear as he continued to fondle him, bringing his cock to life.
“Please.” The boy whispered.
“Shh…Can’t get enough of ya…” He nibbled at the boy’s neck beneath his ear. “Jest relax, gonna make this as easy on ya as I can. Don’t nobody gotta know what happens here.”
The boy was trembling, but made no move to stop him. He reached for the tube of lube beneath the pillow. A few good squeezes and he had enough to slick up both their cocks. He carefully massaged some into the boy’s hole, as deep as he could without nicking him with a claw.
It took a little repositioning, but soon he was sliding slowly into that tight heat. This time they lay side by side. He figured it’d be easier on the kid’s breathing. Holding him close with one hand, he used the other to slowly pump the boy’s dick. It had wilted a bit, but it soon started to harden in his hand. For several moments he just lay still, buried in the kid’s ass while he coaxed the boy’s body into responding.
He stifled the urge to bite the boy’s neck, restricting himself to little nibbling bites and kisses. No rough stuff this time, just slow and easy. Maybe the kid was still half asleep. The noises coming from him sounded more and more like pleasure. Now Victor began to move, slowly pistoning in and out, savoring the sensations. He held fiercely to his self control, keeping the animal at bay. The boy whimpered a little and he figured he was probably a little raw.
“Am I hurtin’ ya kid?” He whispered in the boy’s ear and stilled his motion. After a moment the boy nodded silently. “Jest a second.” He withdrew long enough to apply a generous amount of lube to his cock. The boy let out a sobbing breath as he pushed inside him again.
God the kid felt great. The silky whisper of fur against skin was like nothing he’d ever had. Almost sorry things were the way they were. For the moment, with the boy lying obediently in his arms, his hard dick sliding back and forth across his palm, he could almost believe that the kid actually wanted to be there. That this was something other than sacrificing his body and dignity for his pretty little girlfriend.
Victor sighed and buried his face in the boy’s hair, breathing deeply of his scent. The kid’s breathing was irregular now, rasping and punctuated by soft moans. So much more responsive than the little girl. Sweet little treat that she was. Too scared to loosen up and come more than once or twice. But this kid, he was bucking against Victor’s hand, now, his moans taking on an urgency that sent a ripple of satisfaction through Victor’s mind. He would come soon if this continued.
But Victor wasn’t ready for that yet. He wanted this to last a bit longer, so he slowed his stroking, choking back the boy’s passion. The boy groaned in confused frustration, his hips moving a little as if trying to follow Victor’s hand. He pulled the boy a little tighter against himself and for a while lost himself in the smooth, slow rhythm of a lazy fuck.
Eventually, the pressure began to build and he couldn’t help but increase his pace. The kid was almost limp now, simply moaning, his head thrown back against Victor’s shoulder, his eyes closed, and mouth open. There was a hopelessness in the boy’s tone that sparked something nameless in Victor’s mind. Now he began to pull at the boy’s cock deliberately, drawing fresh gasps and groans from him while he pistoned in and out of the kid’s body.
“Ya wanna cum, don’t ya boy?” The boy’s response was a wordless groan. The sound sent a jolt right through him, straight to his groin. Victor rumbled in response, feeling his own release drawing close.
“Cum fer me, Kurt.”
He shifted a little, changing his angle, searching for that sweet spot that would send the boy over the edge. He knew he’d hit it when the boy shuddered.
“That’s it, cum fer me.”
A few more thrusts of his cock and the boy’s dick twitched in his fist, releasing its load onto the sheets and covering his fingers. The boy was almost soundless this time, giving only a sobbing exhalation of breath. Victor himself was close and struggled with the urge to sink his teeth into the boy’s flesh. He was growling now as he drove himself over the edge, plunging himself balls deep and coming hard enough that it left him panting.
This time he didn’t bother getting up for a washrag, just dragged a corner of the already soiled sheet over to clean the worst of the mess away. Then he kicked it carelessly from the bed. The boy was obviously exhausted now, offering no resistance. He pillowed the boy’s head on his shoulder and pulled the blankets over them both before wrapping his arms around him. If the boy objected, he was either too tired or two cowed to protest. Maybe both.
Victor idly stroked the boy’s face, watching the gleaming yellow eyes blink slowly. The boy looked completely spent. Victor wondered if maybe he’d pushed him too hard. Maybe he should have taken the girl instead, but when Kurt had offered himself up, the temptation had been too much. When he dropped his hand to rest on the boy’s hip, the kid made a small sound and a shiver passed through his body.
“Relax kid. No more tonight. Yer still sick and I ain’t into fucking corpses.” He told the same thing to his rebellious cock. The animal still wanted more, but he wasn’t willing to sacrifice the boy to satisfy those urges. “Get some sleep. More’n likely the runt’ll catch up with us tomorrow or the next day and you’ll be going home. You and yer little girlfriend.”
“Are you really going to let us go? Alive?” So the boy wasn’t quite as far gone as he thought. And he wasn’t stupid. Victor sighed. “Long as the two of ya behave yerselves. Need ya as hostages if them XMen show up. All I want is the runt.”
The boy was silent again, shifting a little. Trying to get more comfortable, he supposed. The yellow eyes closed, leaving his face nothing more than a shadow. His breathing slowed and Victor thought he had fallen asleep until he spoke.
“If all you want is Logan, why do this to us? Why do you hate him so much?”
“Could claw every bit o’ flesh from them metal bones of his and it wouldn’t hurt him half so much as this will. Could gut him and he’d get up and walk away. This ain’t gonna heal so fast.” He touched the kid’s face again. “We’re the same him and me. Got the same beast trapped under the skin, only he’s hiding his. Pretending he’s a man. Playin’ the hero. One day that beast’s gonna get loose and he won’t be able to lie no more.”
“Logan is not an animal. No more than I, no matter what I look like.” The kid’s eyes opened again and his voice held a trace of defiance. “And you are only an animal because you choose to be.”
“I am what I am, kid.” He leaned closer and brushed his lips against the boy’s brows, drinking in his scent again. “Ya got no idea what it takes fer me not ta fuck ya bloody right now. How much I wanna go down that hall and drag that little girlie out by her hair and fuck her too. Fuck her till she can’t take no more and then rip her throat out.”
“But…You won’t…” It was half statement, half question and the boy was beginning to tense again in his arms.
“Not now. Not tonight. And both of ya oughtta be outta my reach soon enough.” He leaned back and ran his fingers through the boy’s hair and down his shoulder, ignoring the way the boy stiffened at the caress. “But none of ya is safe with him around. Ya only think ya are.”
“You’re wrong. Logan isn’t like that.” The kid actually touched him this time, his tail slithering beneath the covers to coil around his leg.
“Ya haven’t seen all o’ him, kid. Don’t know him the way I do. Be doing the world a favor if we manage ta take each other out one day.”
“Is that what you want? Is that why you’re doing this?” The boy was looking right at him now, golden eyes fixed on his face. “You think you’ll kill each other?”
“It’s what the beast inside ‘o me wants.”
“What about the man? You’re not…you can’t be…”
“Yer more of a man than I’ll ever be. Too much of one ta understand. Yer right, ya ain’t no animal.” Victor had no idea why he even cared what the kid thought of him. Why it mattered so much that the beast did not get its claws on his furry little blue ass. But it did. “Ya might look like her, but ya ain’t nothing like yer ma. She don’t care about no one but herself. Could never see her doin’ somethin’ like this fer nobody.”
“If you can see that, then you aren’t as much an animal as you think.” The boy touched him again, this time with a hand on his chest, turning toward him a little in his earnestness.
“Even animals care fer their young. Risk their lives fer their cubs, sometimes their mates. That one dropped ya in a river ta save her own ass.” He leaned back against the pillow to look at the ceiling, pulling away from the boy’s touch. “Go to sleep Kurt. Tonight I’m just Victor and I ain’t gonna let the beast have ya. Can’t make no promises tomorrow.”
“Then, good night, Victor.”
“Good night, kid.”
Once again the man fell asleep beside him. Kurt lay thinking, confused and aching from the repeated assaults on his body. The stickiness of his fur wouldn’t let him ignore the fact that his body had betrayed him again. Was something wrong with him? Or was Sabertooth simply that cunning? That he could draw such a reaction from an unwilling victim?
He had been unwilling, hadn’t he? Why did the man care if he climaxed? He was a confusing mix of contradictions, threatening to kill him one moment and the next caressing him as if they were lovers. Somehow that made it even more frightening and disturbing. It was almost as if the man and beast were warring with each other. Maybe they were. If so, then his life and Kitty’s hung in the balance.
He stifled a shiver, not wanting to wake the man beside him. He considered rising and trying to search for the control to the collars, but he was certain it was locked away somewhere. As sensitive as the man’s senses were, he would likely wake before Kurt even slipped from the bed.
What would Sabertooth do if he caught him? He was limp with exhaustion and illness; he had no hope of defending himself. He had no doubt every day they remained captives was a day which could end in death, his or Kitty’s, perhaps both.
He understood now, why Kitty was so terrified. Had she experienced this same bizarre tenderness, this shifting from man to beast and back again? You couldn’t reason with a mad man. You couldn’t bargain with a beast. Only fight or submit and hope to survive.
If they fought back, there would only be one chance. And failure would likely bring death. Perhaps it would be safer to wait for Logan and the others. He was still so weak and they were still powerless.
There had been bitterness and even anger when he’s spoken of Mystique. Anger when he’d spoken of the way she’d sacrificed her baby, her son, Kurt, in order to save herself.
“Even animals care fer their young. Risk their lives fer their cubs, sometimes their mates.”
Had he been angry that it was Kurt who she’d tossed away? Or simply bitter over her rejection?
It was too confusing for his exhausted mind to sort out. Maybe it wasn’t possible to sort it out. But it gave him some hope. Victor the man cared enough to fight the beast for him, at least at the moment. And he’d implied the beast was capable of caring as much as any animal might for its cub or its mate.
He should hate this man. This beast. But he felt only fear and pity. Now he understood the way Logan pushed them away. Why he kept himself apart, kept everyone at arms length. He could see that now. He fought his own beast. He fought it and won, day by day. Victor had given up the fight. He chose to let the beast win.
But not tonight. There was something different tonight. For some reason, the man was moved enough to fight the beast over him. Whatever the reason he was grateful. And it was that thought that allowed him to swallow his pride and revulsion enough to curl up next to the body that had ravaged his. To lay his head on the powerful chest and wrap arms and tail around him. To cling to his tormentor as if seeking comfort and protection. To lure the beast within the man and speak to it in a language it understood.
For now he’d play the role he must. To survive, to shield Kitty as much as he could, and to wait and watch for an opportunity. He forced himself to snuggle a little closer to the man. Victor grunted and an arm slipped around his shoulders, pulling him closer. Kurt closed his eyes and let exhaustion sweep him under.
“I told you Charles, Sabertooth is no longer in my employ and has not been for quite some time.” The Professor had finally resorted to using his telepathy to force his way into Magneto’s office in order to gain an audience with the man. These days, “Eric Lensherr” was, for all intents and purposes, simply a business man. A successful one, as proclaimed by the starkly modern, but expensive décor of his corporate office.
“I am not here to levy accusations, Eric. I am here to beg your help in finding my students.”
“Your students are your responsibility, not mine. I bear them no ill will, but I have affairs of my own to attend to, as you can see.” He gestured expansively at the stacks of documents piled neatly on his desk.
“Eric. Please. We have reason to believe Sabertooth has been abusing them. Sexually. Surely as a father, you can understand…” Magneto raised his hand for silence.
“A moment, Charles.” The silver haired man leaned over his desk and activated his intercom. “No calls or visitors until I am finished with this meeting, Madeleine.”
“Yes, sir.” The woman’s tinny voice came through the speaker.
“Now, Charles. Tell me. How can you know this if you don’t even know where these children are? I assure you, Victor Creed is more than capable of lying. In fact, there is a good chance that if they have not turned up already, they are dead. As unpalatable as that possibility may be to you.”
“He sent a package. Addressed to Logan. One of the students signed for it and didn’t realize its importance. It contained…evidence…of sexual assault. Both Kitty and Kurt’s DNA were present on the fabric, as well as Sabertooth’s. Logan is gone. He is I am afraid, as difficult to track with Cerebro as Sabertooth himself. But I cannot imagine how Sabertooth has managed to keep these two in particular, in captivity and undetectable, without some sort of technological assistance.”
“Which you believe he would have obtained from me?”
“Yes. Is anything missing? Could he have stolen something?”
“Hmm…There was an unexplained fire in one of my abandoned facilities a few months after he left my employ. There was a great deal of damage. It will take some time to determine what, if anything might have been stolen. That was some time ago, I would not have expected such forethought from him.”
“But, you will help us, Eric?”
“As I said. I bear your students no ill will. And I am a father. If Victor has stolen my property in order to carry out such an act, he has to answer to me as well. And of course, I know what your next argument will be.”
“That if he is so bold as to abduct my students practically on our doorstep, no one’s children are safe from him. Including yours.”
“Indeed.”
I do not own Marvel, X-Men Evolution, the X-Men or the universe they live in. This is a work of adult fan fiction written solely for entertainment purposes. No disrespect or copyright infringement is intended by the author. I make no money from this work.
This story is set in the X-Men Evolution universe after the television series ended. Kurt and Kitty are about eighteen years old and about to start college.
Warnings: This is a dark fic. Bad things are going to happen to our beloved characters. For the story as a whole -- M/M and M/F nonconsensual sex. Consensual M/F sex. Anal sex, hand job, oral sex.
Chapter Eight: Victor
Victor woke slowly, his body still humming with pleasure and need. He was surprised that he’d fallen asleep so easily with the boy in his bed. Not like him, though it was decidedly pleasant to feel that soft fur against his skin. The boy’s breathing was slow and even. Sounded less labored. Good.
The kid continued to surprise him; he seemed to be bouncing back quickly. Hadn’t really expected to get the kid off, but once he’d started, he couldn’t resist. Even now, he found himself slowly stroking the body next to him. The boy shifted a little and made a small sound that might have been a sob or a moan.
The small motion, the little sound, the scent of sex that still hung thick in the air…The beast inside him was rousing, along with his cock. He growled a little to himself. He should let the kid sleep. Should get some himself. But the beast wanted more.
Slowly he unwound himself from the kid, careful not to wake him just yet. Better to deal with this now than to let it build. Control…It was what kept him from being the animal people named him. The animal would fuck the boy until he bled, would savage him. Maybe even kill him.
No. He glided silently to his desk and retrieved the tube of lubricant. Somehow there was no question of leaving the boy or taking him back to the room he shared with the girl. No. There was a limit to that control.
He returned to the bed and tucked the tube beneath his pillow, pulling the sleeping boy back into his arms. The kid was starting to rouse a bit. He began to slowly stroke his body, running his palms along the velvety contours of his ass and his thighs, brushing his cock and balls and crossing the planes of his belly and chest. He nuzzled at the back of the boy’s neck, nibbling carefully.
A sharp intake of breath told him the boy was awake now. He continued his stroking, again brushing the boy’s cock, testing to see if he would respond again. The kid made another sound, half whimper, half moan, but he felt a telltale twitch against his palm.
“Kurt…” He whispered in the boy’s ear as he continued to fondle him, bringing his cock to life.
“Please.” The boy whispered.
“Shh…Can’t get enough of ya…” He nibbled at the boy’s neck beneath his ear. “Jest relax, gonna make this as easy on ya as I can. Don’t nobody gotta know what happens here.”
The boy was trembling, but made no move to stop him. He reached for the tube of lube beneath the pillow. A few good squeezes and he had enough to slick up both their cocks. He carefully massaged some into the boy’s hole, as deep as he could without nicking him with a claw.
It took a little repositioning, but soon he was sliding slowly into that tight heat. This time they lay side by side. He figured it’d be easier on the kid’s breathing. Holding him close with one hand, he used the other to slowly pump the boy’s dick. It had wilted a bit, but it soon started to harden in his hand. For several moments he just lay still, buried in the kid’s ass while he coaxed the boy’s body into responding.
He stifled the urge to bite the boy’s neck, restricting himself to little nibbling bites and kisses. No rough stuff this time, just slow and easy. Maybe the kid was still half asleep. The noises coming from him sounded more and more like pleasure. Now Victor began to move, slowly pistoning in and out, savoring the sensations. He held fiercely to his self control, keeping the animal at bay. The boy whimpered a little and he figured he was probably a little raw.
“Am I hurtin’ ya kid?” He whispered in the boy’s ear and stilled his motion. After a moment the boy nodded silently. “Jest a second.” He withdrew long enough to apply a generous amount of lube to his cock. The boy let out a sobbing breath as he pushed inside him again.
God the kid felt great. The silky whisper of fur against skin was like nothing he’d ever had. Almost sorry things were the way they were. For the moment, with the boy lying obediently in his arms, his hard dick sliding back and forth across his palm, he could almost believe that the kid actually wanted to be there. That this was something other than sacrificing his body and dignity for his pretty little girlfriend.
Victor sighed and buried his face in the boy’s hair, breathing deeply of his scent. The kid’s breathing was irregular now, rasping and punctuated by soft moans. So much more responsive than the little girl. Sweet little treat that she was. Too scared to loosen up and come more than once or twice. But this kid, he was bucking against Victor’s hand, now, his moans taking on an urgency that sent a ripple of satisfaction through Victor’s mind. He would come soon if this continued.
But Victor wasn’t ready for that yet. He wanted this to last a bit longer, so he slowed his stroking, choking back the boy’s passion. The boy groaned in confused frustration, his hips moving a little as if trying to follow Victor’s hand. He pulled the boy a little tighter against himself and for a while lost himself in the smooth, slow rhythm of a lazy fuck.
Eventually, the pressure began to build and he couldn’t help but increase his pace. The kid was almost limp now, simply moaning, his head thrown back against Victor’s shoulder, his eyes closed, and mouth open. There was a hopelessness in the boy’s tone that sparked something nameless in Victor’s mind. Now he began to pull at the boy’s cock deliberately, drawing fresh gasps and groans from him while he pistoned in and out of the kid’s body.
“Ya wanna cum, don’t ya boy?” The boy’s response was a wordless groan. The sound sent a jolt right through him, straight to his groin. Victor rumbled in response, feeling his own release drawing close.
“Cum fer me, Kurt.”
He shifted a little, changing his angle, searching for that sweet spot that would send the boy over the edge. He knew he’d hit it when the boy shuddered.
“That’s it, cum fer me.”
A few more thrusts of his cock and the boy’s dick twitched in his fist, releasing its load onto the sheets and covering his fingers. The boy was almost soundless this time, giving only a sobbing exhalation of breath. Victor himself was close and struggled with the urge to sink his teeth into the boy’s flesh. He was growling now as he drove himself over the edge, plunging himself balls deep and coming hard enough that it left him panting.
This time he didn’t bother getting up for a washrag, just dragged a corner of the already soiled sheet over to clean the worst of the mess away. Then he kicked it carelessly from the bed. The boy was obviously exhausted now, offering no resistance. He pillowed the boy’s head on his shoulder and pulled the blankets over them both before wrapping his arms around him. If the boy objected, he was either too tired or two cowed to protest. Maybe both.
Victor idly stroked the boy’s face, watching the gleaming yellow eyes blink slowly. The boy looked completely spent. Victor wondered if maybe he’d pushed him too hard. Maybe he should have taken the girl instead, but when Kurt had offered himself up, the temptation had been too much. When he dropped his hand to rest on the boy’s hip, the kid made a small sound and a shiver passed through his body.
“Relax kid. No more tonight. Yer still sick and I ain’t into fucking corpses.” He told the same thing to his rebellious cock. The animal still wanted more, but he wasn’t willing to sacrifice the boy to satisfy those urges. “Get some sleep. More’n likely the runt’ll catch up with us tomorrow or the next day and you’ll be going home. You and yer little girlfriend.”
“Are you really going to let us go? Alive?” So the boy wasn’t quite as far gone as he thought. And he wasn’t stupid. Victor sighed. “Long as the two of ya behave yerselves. Need ya as hostages if them XMen show up. All I want is the runt.”
The boy was silent again, shifting a little. Trying to get more comfortable, he supposed. The yellow eyes closed, leaving his face nothing more than a shadow. His breathing slowed and Victor thought he had fallen asleep until he spoke.
“If all you want is Logan, why do this to us? Why do you hate him so much?”
“Could claw every bit o’ flesh from them metal bones of his and it wouldn’t hurt him half so much as this will. Could gut him and he’d get up and walk away. This ain’t gonna heal so fast.” He touched the kid’s face again. “We’re the same him and me. Got the same beast trapped under the skin, only he’s hiding his. Pretending he’s a man. Playin’ the hero. One day that beast’s gonna get loose and he won’t be able to lie no more.”
“Logan is not an animal. No more than I, no matter what I look like.” The kid’s eyes opened again and his voice held a trace of defiance. “And you are only an animal because you choose to be.”
“I am what I am, kid.” He leaned closer and brushed his lips against the boy’s brows, drinking in his scent again. “Ya got no idea what it takes fer me not ta fuck ya bloody right now. How much I wanna go down that hall and drag that little girlie out by her hair and fuck her too. Fuck her till she can’t take no more and then rip her throat out.”
“But…You won’t…” It was half statement, half question and the boy was beginning to tense again in his arms.
“Not now. Not tonight. And both of ya oughtta be outta my reach soon enough.” He leaned back and ran his fingers through the boy’s hair and down his shoulder, ignoring the way the boy stiffened at the caress. “But none of ya is safe with him around. Ya only think ya are.”
“You’re wrong. Logan isn’t like that.” The kid actually touched him this time, his tail slithering beneath the covers to coil around his leg.
“Ya haven’t seen all o’ him, kid. Don’t know him the way I do. Be doing the world a favor if we manage ta take each other out one day.”
“Is that what you want? Is that why you’re doing this?” The boy was looking right at him now, golden eyes fixed on his face. “You think you’ll kill each other?”
“It’s what the beast inside ‘o me wants.”
“What about the man? You’re not…you can’t be…”
“Yer more of a man than I’ll ever be. Too much of one ta understand. Yer right, ya ain’t no animal.” Victor had no idea why he even cared what the kid thought of him. Why it mattered so much that the beast did not get its claws on his furry little blue ass. But it did. “Ya might look like her, but ya ain’t nothing like yer ma. She don’t care about no one but herself. Could never see her doin’ somethin’ like this fer nobody.”
“If you can see that, then you aren’t as much an animal as you think.” The boy touched him again, this time with a hand on his chest, turning toward him a little in his earnestness.
“Even animals care fer their young. Risk their lives fer their cubs, sometimes their mates. That one dropped ya in a river ta save her own ass.” He leaned back against the pillow to look at the ceiling, pulling away from the boy’s touch. “Go to sleep Kurt. Tonight I’m just Victor and I ain’t gonna let the beast have ya. Can’t make no promises tomorrow.”
“Then, good night, Victor.”
“Good night, kid.”
Once again the man fell asleep beside him. Kurt lay thinking, confused and aching from the repeated assaults on his body. The stickiness of his fur wouldn’t let him ignore the fact that his body had betrayed him again. Was something wrong with him? Or was Sabertooth simply that cunning? That he could draw such a reaction from an unwilling victim?
He had been unwilling, hadn’t he? Why did the man care if he climaxed? He was a confusing mix of contradictions, threatening to kill him one moment and the next caressing him as if they were lovers. Somehow that made it even more frightening and disturbing. It was almost as if the man and beast were warring with each other. Maybe they were. If so, then his life and Kitty’s hung in the balance.
He stifled a shiver, not wanting to wake the man beside him. He considered rising and trying to search for the control to the collars, but he was certain it was locked away somewhere. As sensitive as the man’s senses were, he would likely wake before Kurt even slipped from the bed.
What would Sabertooth do if he caught him? He was limp with exhaustion and illness; he had no hope of defending himself. He had no doubt every day they remained captives was a day which could end in death, his or Kitty’s, perhaps both.
He understood now, why Kitty was so terrified. Had she experienced this same bizarre tenderness, this shifting from man to beast and back again? You couldn’t reason with a mad man. You couldn’t bargain with a beast. Only fight or submit and hope to survive.
If they fought back, there would only be one chance. And failure would likely bring death. Perhaps it would be safer to wait for Logan and the others. He was still so weak and they were still powerless.
There had been bitterness and even anger when he’s spoken of Mystique. Anger when he’d spoken of the way she’d sacrificed her baby, her son, Kurt, in order to save herself.
“Even animals care fer their young. Risk their lives fer their cubs, sometimes their mates.”
Had he been angry that it was Kurt who she’d tossed away? Or simply bitter over her rejection?
It was too confusing for his exhausted mind to sort out. Maybe it wasn’t possible to sort it out. But it gave him some hope. Victor the man cared enough to fight the beast for him, at least at the moment. And he’d implied the beast was capable of caring as much as any animal might for its cub or its mate.
He should hate this man. This beast. But he felt only fear and pity. Now he understood the way Logan pushed them away. Why he kept himself apart, kept everyone at arms length. He could see that now. He fought his own beast. He fought it and won, day by day. Victor had given up the fight. He chose to let the beast win.
But not tonight. There was something different tonight. For some reason, the man was moved enough to fight the beast over him. Whatever the reason he was grateful. And it was that thought that allowed him to swallow his pride and revulsion enough to curl up next to the body that had ravaged his. To lay his head on the powerful chest and wrap arms and tail around him. To cling to his tormentor as if seeking comfort and protection. To lure the beast within the man and speak to it in a language it understood.
For now he’d play the role he must. To survive, to shield Kitty as much as he could, and to wait and watch for an opportunity. He forced himself to snuggle a little closer to the man. Victor grunted and an arm slipped around his shoulders, pulling him closer. Kurt closed his eyes and let exhaustion sweep him under.
“I told you Charles, Sabertooth is no longer in my employ and has not been for quite some time.” The Professor had finally resorted to using his telepathy to force his way into Magneto’s office in order to gain an audience with the man. These days, “Eric Lensherr” was, for all intents and purposes, simply a business man. A successful one, as proclaimed by the starkly modern, but expensive décor of his corporate office.
“I am not here to levy accusations, Eric. I am here to beg your help in finding my students.”
“Your students are your responsibility, not mine. I bear them no ill will, but I have affairs of my own to attend to, as you can see.” He gestured expansively at the stacks of documents piled neatly on his desk.
“Eric. Please. We have reason to believe Sabertooth has been abusing them. Sexually. Surely as a father, you can understand…” Magneto raised his hand for silence.
“A moment, Charles.” The silver haired man leaned over his desk and activated his intercom. “No calls or visitors until I am finished with this meeting, Madeleine.”
“Yes, sir.” The woman’s tinny voice came through the speaker.
“Now, Charles. Tell me. How can you know this if you don’t even know where these children are? I assure you, Victor Creed is more than capable of lying. In fact, there is a good chance that if they have not turned up already, they are dead. As unpalatable as that possibility may be to you.”
“He sent a package. Addressed to Logan. One of the students signed for it and didn’t realize its importance. It contained…evidence…of sexual assault. Both Kitty and Kurt’s DNA were present on the fabric, as well as Sabertooth’s. Logan is gone. He is I am afraid, as difficult to track with Cerebro as Sabertooth himself. But I cannot imagine how Sabertooth has managed to keep these two in particular, in captivity and undetectable, without some sort of technological assistance.”
“Which you believe he would have obtained from me?”
“Yes. Is anything missing? Could he have stolen something?”
“Hmm…There was an unexplained fire in one of my abandoned facilities a few months after he left my employ. There was a great deal of damage. It will take some time to determine what, if anything might have been stolen. That was some time ago, I would not have expected such forethought from him.”
“But, you will help us, Eric?”
“As I said. I bear your students no ill will. And I am a father. If Victor has stolen my property in order to carry out such an act, he has to answer to me as well. And of course, I know what your next argument will be.”
“That if he is so bold as to abduct my students practically on our doorstep, no one’s children are safe from him. Including yours.”
“Indeed.”