Co-Authored FIC: Insatiable (8/?)
Title: Insatiable (8/??)
Authors: Laenwyn & Skyblue Rae
Genre: PWP - but lots of plot, Adult
Rating: NC-17
Continuity: AU
Summary: Creed was a man of control when he needed to be - but he was no fucking monk and he'd be damned if he was going to be in this predicament alone.
Authors' Notes 1: Our story takes place in an Alternate Universe that is post-MRA. Mutants need to flee north to survive and even then have no rights - especially female mutants. Victor Creed finds ways around the system though and operates above the law - so what happens when he spies a runaway that sparks more than just a bit of his interest?
A/N 2: This may just be the longest PWP in history, but promises to be loads of fun! No beta on this one, so forgive us our errors. Lots of love to Monkie for the lovely icon.
Warning: Underage Rogue here. Picture her at the beginning of X-1, high school age. We in no way encourage th is irl, but definitely in our smutty Vic-fiction.
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Back home, Rogue helped Creed unload the truck. For once, she didn't feel like talking at all. He seemed irritated and on edge, so she quietly carried the bags containing all the tampons, make-up, and hair supplies to her room. What happened outside the store kept playing over and over in her mind.
It was surreal. She should be in jail now or worse. But in fact, she was still alive and well. I know people. People in the right places. Did it mean he could get away with anything? And what exactly did that mean for her? She knew better than to bug Victor about his business or whatever it was he did for a living. He'd already forbidden her to go anywhere near the basement and made it abundantly clear that she needn't bother asking.
She put the bags on her bed and sat down. Rogue had always been curious by nature, but now, after everything that had happened, she had no desire to know more - at least not right now. If Creed was involved in some kind of illegal activity, she definitely didn't want to know about it. What little she knew was probably already too much, and she doubted he'd tell her more. He'd just keep her in the dark about it, like he did about everything else.
So, he obviously intended to sleep with her, she thought staring down at the box containing birth control pills. Should she be grateful that he didn't want her to get pregnant? Of course! But still, he hadn't even discussed it with her before making the doctor's appointment.
Sighing, she grabbed the bags and went into the bathroom. At least he'd gotten her the things she needed, she thought smiling to herself. And she'd never owned so much make up before. Tomorrow or even later that evening she might play with some of her new products. She could use the peace and quiet of female ritual, some privacy, and a good night's sleep.
Creed's voice sounded from inside her room. "Let's eat," he stated and she frowned at how he sounded. As much as she begrudged him most of the time, she didn't like to hear him sound like that. Anger and taunting was one thing, but this kind of distant fury, like a rumbling thunder cloud, made her uneasy. Brushing out her hair, Rogue straightened her clothes and tried a tube of her new lip gloss. The taste of manufactured strawberry reminded her of school and gossip in the girls' bathroom, causing a sting of longing. Faking a smile she didn't really feel, she joined Victor in the kitchen.
Dinner was no where near ready since they'd just gotten in, but evidently he had a job for her.
"Chop these," he told her in short order, handing her a cutting board, knife, and a bag of vegetables.
Rogue went to work on the tomatoes and carrots, then lettuce and cucumber as he walked in and out from the grill on the patio, never once looking in her direction.
She wondered if he even realized there was another person in the room. Regardless, she still tried to be relaxed and happy when he came into the kitchen, even smiling and humming a little. The smell of steak reached her nose, and she thought she might drool all over her salad preparations. How long had it been since she'd had steak?
Before long he was bringing them in with potatoes he'd put on earlier. She brought the salad over to the counter and could tell from Creed's tell-tale look that he expected her to serve dinner. Falling into a routine, she put the largest cut of beef on his plate, two potatoes, along with a huge bowl of salad, before preparing her own plate.
"Get two glasses from the top of that cabinet," he pointed.
She watched him curiously as she brought over two wine glasses and he opened a bottle that was deep burgundy in the light. Was he going to let her drink? Sure enough he poured a glass for her, then himself.
Noticing her ever growing wide eyes, Creed put the bottle down and cocked his head.
"You've never drank?" he asked in disbelief.
Rogue shook her head.
"Well then you'll probably hate this stuff, but drink it anyway. It'll help with tension and all the shit from today."
"I'm not tense," she said.
"Yes you are," he insisted.
How did he know? How did he always know, even though she was doing her best to act casual and even smile a little?
"How do y'know I'm tense?"
Creed took a deep breath, as if smelling the air, then let it out. "It's rolling off you. You're all stiff and the smile is fake. Plus, if that stunt today was enough to piss me off - I know it had to scare you."
Rogue pondered her glass of wine. "You're right," she admitted.
He suddenly looked at her strangely, making her look oddly back at him.
"What?" she asked, looking around.
Creed leaned forward and she swore he took a whiff of her, then his hand came up to cup her chin. Dragging his thumb over her bottom lip, he flashed a grin.
"Is this new?"
She shrugged in confusion, and then remembered. Her lip gloss. "Oh! Oh yeah. Strawberry something or other. I thought it looked nice."
Victor gave her a look that made her nervous enough to pull her chin from his hand and look away.
He'd missed it earlier, too caught up in his thoughts about finding the boys from the store and beating them to a bloody pulp. Only the focus on his other favorite past time would take his mind away enough to miss her mouth looking that fucking delicious, right in front of his goddamn face. Fake strawberry smell could be torture to his nose, but the way it made her lips look - he was able to over look it. His salacious gaze was making her nervous, he knew. He made a mental note: Rogue was to wear that strawberry gloss more often.
Trying for a distraction, Rogue tasted her wine. He shook his head at the face she pulled upon her first taste of Cabernet.
"You'll get used to it," he said with a grin as he cut into his steak. Leave it to her with lip gloss and her first glass of red wine to temporarily distract him from his furious haze. There was no need to obsess over the punks from earlier anyway. He could deal with them tomorrow. Tonight he had a damn good steak and Rogue.
Rogue saw that the steaks were still bloody as hell. She liked hers a little more towards medium well, but knew better than to complain since Creed seemed to love them this way. They ate mostly in silence and as she forced her way through the glass of wine, it did indeed start to relax her.
Creed watched as her shoulders loosened and the anxious remains from the day's event left her scent. He certainly wasn't going to tell her that he could smell the tension on her earlier. She knew he was mutant, but had no idea of his senses or his other abilities. There was no reason for her to know, at least not right now, but his keen ability to scent her helped him stay one step ahead. His little fawn had been terrified, then tense, then confused, but oddly she'd put on a brave face to come to dinner and actually smiled. Maybe it was in an attempt to get his mind off what happened. The idea that she would even bother was something he couldn't even fathom.
She touched his arm, breaking his thought.
May I have some more, please?" she asked, holding out her glass.
He poured just a bit more. "Go easy on it. You're a light weight."
Rogue waited until he finished eating to put her napkin down politely. "Uhm ... is it okay if I finish putting all my stuff away? I'd kind of like to relax a bit too ... maybe."
Creed nodded; pleased with the way she asked permission. He knew she needed a distraction to help process the day.
"Here," he said, getting up and grabbing something from a drawer. "You can use this tonight, might take your mind off things if you can find something on there."
Rogue looked down at the i-pod he'd placed in her hand, shocked at the gesture. Well, for him it was a gesture for sure.
"Wow - I, thanks," she smiled and this time it was genuine.
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She'd managed to find space for her collection of make-up and girl stuff and Rogue pondered over painting her toe nails while listening to Black Sabbath on Victor's
i-pod. It seemed insane, sitting in a huge bathroom floor, listening to music and thinking over her toes, when earlier her life had been threatened. Actually, the normalcy of messing around in the bathroom was comforting.
She eye-balled the huge tub. What would be really comforting was a nice, long, hot bath. It'd been ages since she'd had a long bath. True, there was no guarantee of privacy in this place, but it wasn't like he hadn't seen all of her already and she could use bubbles to be a bit more ... discreet. Just in case.
Rogue rummaged underneath the sink to find the lightly scented bubble bath and poured a hefty amount in the tub as the hot water ran. She was almost beside herself with eagerness about a bath. Taking a quick peak down the hall, she listened for Creed. He was evidently watching television downstairs. She ducked back in the room, stripped off her clothes and closed the bathroom door. Scrolling around for some more soothing music, she dipped down into the water. He had an entire album of Billie Holiday on his i-pod, so that would have to do.
She recognized several the songs, like 'Strange Fruit', but she'd never heard the original version. She found it surprising that a guy like Victor Creed would enjoy listening to some old lady with a raspy voice singing about heart ache and broken relationships. Jimi Hendrix and Black Sabbath was one thing, but Billie Holiday? Or something as old as Robert Johnson when he needed to unwind? Who would've thought he’d ever need to unwind or that he’d be into music that old? Actually, all of the music on the i-pod was dated. Maybe he just didn’t like new music. There was still a lot she didn't know about the man - which was NOT surprising.
Sinking down deeper into the bubbles, Rogue let the music take her away. She could just imagine a smoky jazz club and little tables with candles in the center of each one; sexy people wandering around while a sultry woman sang on stage. Rogue could see herself there and she'd have one of those fancy dresses with the back missing and she'd wear her hair up so she'd look older. The daydream made her smile. With her eyes closed, she stretched her legs up in the air. And she'd wear strappy heels, she thought, like the ones her mama said were too 'mature' for her to wear, like the ones Victor had bought her at the mall. He would be there too, dressed up in a nice suit.
Rogue flopped her legs back in the water. No - not Victor! Why had she thought that? She didn't want him there in her dream. Squeezing her eyes closed she focused on her crush from sophomore year. That was more like it. He would be there, in his best Sunday suit. But no matter how hard she concentrated on the boy’s dark hair and youthful good looks - he kept changing; long blonde hair with broad shoulders and the face and body of a fully grown man.
With a sigh, she gave up. So Victor Creed was there and...
Creed had watched her sink down into the bubbles. She didn't realize she was humming out loud or that he was there in the door way. He'd come to check in on her, but when he heard the noises of a bath, his response was automatic. If she was taking a bath tonight - he wanted to be there.
He watched as she raised her legs, letting the water run off her skin. It was ridiculous, having to watch her this way and knowing he needed to wait until she was on the pill before he could have her. However, there were plenty of other things they could do. Things they would do. Even over the scented bubbles, he sensed a strange mix of emotions around her. First she was fine, then slightly aroused, then frustrated, then aroused again. She had to be daydreaming. The sight of her leaning back, eyes closed, and possibly having an erotic fantasy was more than he could take. Creed was a man of control when he needed to be - but he was no fucking monk and he'd be damned if he was going to be in this predicament alone.
Rogue jumped, sitting up when she felt his presence beside the tub. Creed kneeled down, his hand dipping into the water as she turned off the i-pod and set it aside. Pulling bubbles around her to hide, she looked at him in full blush.
"There's no reason to be shy. I've seen you before ... and touched you -"
"I know!" she interrupted him, not needing to hear anymore. "I ... I'm just modest. I thought I was going to have some privacy - to relax."
"I can help you with that, you know." He spoke so slow and casual; moving his hand in her bath water like it was the most normal thing in the world.
She studied him, waiting, knowing something was coming. Because even though he gave off the impression of a giant lion, lounging in the sun, she knew better. He was planning, plotting, with an agenda in mind that surely included her and something that would no doubt make her die of embarrassment - no matter how enjoyable it may be.
After a moment, his hand found her knee and she knew it was coming. Without a word, he slid his hand down, the water coming all the way up past his elbow as he caressed her inner thigh. Rogue fought to keep her eyes open and trained on him. Why did she have the urge to simply close them, lean her head back and let him do whatever he had planned? Instead she shifted away a bit. The wrong move.
"Uh uh," Creed said, before laying his hand over her hip to pull her back towards him.
Rogue's body made a squeak against the tub as she slid.
"Are you gonna fight me on this, baby girl - or trust me? I didn't hurt you before - did I?" he asked her with more than a hint of arrogance.
He hadn't though and she knew it. She could fight it, sure - but was there any point? Rogue had seen only the tiniest tip of his anger towards the two boys today, got a taste of what his raw fury could look like. She much preferred him calmer, like this, even if it made her a bit uncomfortable.
"Okay," she whispered.
Victor's hand froze as it lay on her abdomen. "Okay?" he repeated. "You're not gonna fight me tonight, Rogue?"
She looked up at him, biting her bottom lip before answering, "No."
He could feel his heart pounding in his chest and it was irritating. He was not some inexperienced school boy, copping his first feel. His reaction to her was ridiculous and it wouldn't do. With that in mind, his hand dove between her legs, parting the folds of her flesh, exploring her.
Rogue gasped at his abruptness and went rigid.
Victor muttered to himself. He was capable of much better than this.
With both hands, he reached out to take her shoulders and pull her towards him. He took her full lips with his, mostly for her benefit. He knew he could kiss her until she was warm all over and more than willing to let him do whatever he wished. But when her tongue brushed against his, a novice's attempt at picking up on her lessons, Victor found he wanted more. Using his thumb to press down on her jaw, he made her open her mouth wider for him. He used his lips and tongue to coax her, but also to show her that he would decide how long - and how deep.
Rogue felt her body go up in flames as he kissed her. He'd kissed her before, but not like this! This seemed to go on forever, but she didn't mind. She couldn't seem to catch her breath - and she didn't really want to. Instead, she just held onto his shoulders and let his kiss consume her.
Kissing Victor was nothing like the quick kiss she'd shared with Cody that had ended so badly. This literally felt like he wanted to devour her. Perhaps she should try and resist him now, but while her head told her 'no', her body wanted more. Even though she would never admit it to him, somehow he always seemed to know anyway. It was awful, how he played her - like she was his ... little play thing; like he could do whatever he wanted and expected her to just go along. So what if it what he was doing felt good? Still didn’t make it right.
Victor's hand sunk back into the water, rubbing along her side and her legs.
"I want you to do something for me," he said as he broke the kiss, moving so he could stroke the inside of her legs. Rogue looked up at him, a tad breathless.
"I want you to shave for me," he said.
Naively confused, Rogue leaned back and rubbed her calf. "But I did shave ... earlier."
He couldn't resist grinning at her response. "No ... that's not what I meant," he said and let his hand brush against her intimately. "I want you shaved here."
Rogue went still, the flush from his kisses turned into beet red embarrassment.
"But ... I ..."
"Rogue," he said sternly.
"I just ... I'll um, hop in the shower if you'll give me a minute," she tried.
"No," he answered, rocking back on his heels to stand. "Do it now." He rummaged in a drawer and handed her a pair of small scissors.
"But ... but," she stammered. He couldn't mean for her to do this with him right there! The kissing had been so nice - why couldn’t they just go back to the kissing.
"Rogue," he said again.
"Fine," she hissed, angry at his insistence on always making her feel so exposed and vulnerable around him and for ending something she was finally enjoying. He did stuff like this on purpose just to torture her and she knew it! Snatching the scissors from his hand in a huff, the tip caught his palm, slicing it in the process.
"Oh!" Rogue cried, genuinely concerned. She reached for him immediately, grabbing his hand.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to," she apologized and hoped he wouldn't be mad at her. "It was an accident
and I -" Her words died as she watched the cut on his hand heal before he could pull it away.
She stared up at him. "You heal," she said in awe.
"Yeah," he brushed it off and indicated the scissors, "and you're stalling."
Rogue didn't move, but continued to look at him in wonder. "But your hand! It healed. Fast. Let me see," she reached for his hand again.
"No," he said, a little too sharply. "You have something to do - now do it. You can see my damn hand later."
She looked at him, perturbed. Why couldn't she just see his damn hand now? She was going to have to shave down there for him and he wouldn't even let her see his hand?! That was stupid. First he made her act like a slut, asking him to touch her between her thighs, and then he’d had the nerve to actually spank her. Spank her like she was a child! Then he'd been so nice with the kissing. But now! Now he was ordering her to shave down there. It made her want to grind her teeth to dust.
"Move up here," he told her, patting the edge of the tub.
Her indignation took away a bit of the modesty, but she still slid to the edge and turned away from him.
"You're just gonna stand there and watch?" she asked haughtily.
"Yes."
"Fine," she grumbled, using the scissors.
He did give her a bit of privacy as he rummaged around in the drawers and cabinets again, producing a razor and shaving cream. But as she finished with the scissors, he sat down next to her, looking her right in the eye.
"Finished with those?" he asked and held out his hand.
Rogue felt the rush of heat in her cheeks again. She wanted to crawl in a hole and die! Why did he have to do this to her? He just had to show off his level of power. Why couldn't he just be satisfied with kissing her? Under any other circumstance she'd have cried her eyes out already, but life as a runaway had taught her to hold back tears. Crying wasn't going to solve anything anyway, and it wasn't like she was scared. She was mad!
Mad at Victor for asking her to shave alright, but more mad at herself for actually daydreaming about him - her bastard owner. She'd been indulging herself in some fantasy where the two of them were something romantic and then he busts in on her and does this? How could she have ever let herself think about him like that? He was an asshole! But what if he hadn't decided to disturb her privacy? Would her jazz club fantasy have developed into something dirty? Like the things Victor hinted at wanting to do to her? The thought made her nervous and tightened her body in a strange way. Damn him!
Without looking at him, she returned the scissors. Her cheeks were still hot, and she felt certain she would burst into flames any second now. Then she realized Victor had no intention of letting her do all the shaving.
"But!" she protested, trying in vain to ward him off.
"Trust me," he interrupted her with a toothy grin.