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Kevin was glowering at the door, seeing his face in the glass. They scowled. They didn't even want to look at themself. Or anyone. But they felt like an idiot. Or maybe someone taking control of their desires for once. They grimaced as they knocked on the door, the echoing sound making their spine tingle. With a groan, the door opened and Kevin craned their neck up to lock eyes with the white, searing gaze of Victor Creed. His hair was tossed about his face and to Kevin's slight surprise, it was a lot longer than his cowl let them believe. Victor sputtered and chuckled.
“Aw hell, you really are down bad if you came to visit me, putty boy.” Victor grinned, his fangs curving over his lips. Kevin rolled their eyes and pushed forward, their hand pushing against Victor's broad chest.
“Not a boy. Now move.” Victor rumbled out a sound Kevin was certain was a purr, but they wouldn't ask Victor that. Not if they wanted to keep their face mostly intact. Victor smirked and leaned in, his fangs curving over his bottom lip, Kevin fought the urge to wrinkle his face at the smell of Victor. Way too much cologne to mask the stench of blood and tobacco.
“Oh? Is that right? You want me to make you my good girl?”
Kevin stared flatly at Victor, as if they could evaporate into dust and just leave this situation.
“No.”
Victor huffed and leaned back, shifting for just enough space for Kevin to squeeze past and get inside the door. Victor raised an eyebrow as if challenging them.
“Last chance to back out, Sweetheart.” Kevin shuddered at that, the way Victor looked through him. They had similar eyes, all white, unable to really see where they were looking. Although with Victor's increasingly cheeky grin, it wasn't hard to figure out what he was starting at. Kevin scoffed and pushed through, shoving his hand into Victor's chest.
“Please, that bravado might work on someone, but not me. You finished posturing, big kitty?” Kevin smirked, smoothing their hand on Victor's chest. Victor scowled and growled, the sound rumbling in his chest but he put his massive hand on the small of Kevin's back and shoved them forward. Kevin felt their stomach flutter as their eyes went to the bed in the small hotel room, the sheets already disheveled. Victor grabbed their waist from behind, leaning in and brushing his nose against Kevin's neck, inhaling deep and rumbling low. The sound made Kevin's skin break out into goosebumps, it even made them have a brief moment of reconsideration.
“Oh, not even a little bit, Slick. I didn't even think you had the guts to follow through.”
“Do you want to fuck, or not? I can leave.”
“Quit getting so goddamned proud and get on the damn bed.” Victor huffed, but the grin was wide on his face. His hand went down Kevin's spine, grabbing a handful of their ass, earning a grunt and a shove. Victor chuckled and grabbed their arm, pulling them to his body and he grabbed their hips, grinding on them before rumbling low and confused.
“So you are a fella…” Kevin flushed and glared at Victor.
“Oh, sorry I'm not what you had in mind. Should I be Mystique? That more your style?” They spat. Victor scowled at Kevin, a venomous anger in his eyes.
“Not if you wanna live.”
“What? Sick of redheads? Maybe…” Kevin sneered, shifting into Logan, smirking at Victor, who raised an eyebrow but kept the frown. He surged forward, as he crowded over their form. Trapping them between himself and the bed, the heat of Victor's body went through the shifted flannel and denim.
“Should have guessed there was more lovers than enemies between you two.” Kevin spat out, hearing Logan's voice made them angry, especially with the cauldron of hurt inside their chest.
“That’s a bold fucking statement coming from you. The Runt is the whole damn reason you're blubbering at me to fuck you.” As Kevin sucked in a breath, feeling a spike of emotion hit his chest and stinging in his eyes. Victor gave a sharp nip to the space below their ear, just enough to warn them. “By the way… I thought I was fucking you.” Kevin stilled, looking up at Victor, his hand on the back of their neck, pulling them to Victor's grinning face, all teeth twisted into an amused mockery of a smile. He grinned and nuzzled into their neck. “You don't have to shapeshift for me, you're a pretty little thing… don't have to be a redhead for me." The pointed statement made Kevin want to sink into the mattress and fall through the earth.
"Now, none of that… Quit your whimpering. Save that for when I'm inside you…” Kevin's eyes widened as Victor gave them a push, a soft grunt escaping their lips as their back collided with the mattress, Victor crawling over them. Kevin sucked in a breath, feeling like a mouse before a cat. With the hunger and glint in Victor's eyes, the feeling was mutual.
“You're a lot more agreeable to this than I thought you'd be.” Kevin breathed as Victor nipped his throat. Victor pulled back and tilted his head a bit, like a dog trying to understand speech.
“You changed your mind? Or were you expecting me to be less direct?” Victor grinned, his brows furrowed as he rumbled out a purr while settling above Kevin, the weight of his hips pushing against their own making them groan in anticipation.
“No, well maybe.” Kevin stammered as Victor's hands went for their pants, yanking them off a bit faster than they were ready for. Kevin flushed as they watched Victor's visage shift as he looked at their cock throbbing in the cool air.
“Hmmm, doesn't look like you're too disappointed in this. Practically cumming your underoos.” He chuckled, plucking at the blue and yellow suit. Kevin flushed and propped themselves up on their elbows.
“Shut up! Don't act all smug about it.” They fumed, feeling a bit exposed and vulnerable. Victor chuckled as his massive hand took them in hand, smearing his thumb over the tip.
“Oh you need it bad. This is just criminal... Maybe I should give the Runt a few less stab wounds for making you so needy for me.” Victor grinned wide before he grabbed their hips and yanked them to the edge of the bed, kneeling down and just as Kevin's eyes shot open, they felt the warm, soft heat of Victor's mouth around their cock. Their elbows gave in with little resistance as they fell back into the mattress.
“Holy shit…” Kevin moaned, somewhere between the sensation and the complete and utter shock of getting their cock sucked by Sabretooth. The sensation of the edges of the razor sharp fangs gliding on each side made their spine tingle. They bit the inside of their cheek as Victor hummed and rumbled, bobbing up and down, claws digging into the meat of their hips. Hearing a low growl as the heat left their cock, Kevin tried to glance down, seeing Victor hum as he pushed their thighs up. Kevin yelped as that wet heat went between his legs, laving over their hole.
“Fuck!” They yelped, clenching their jaw as Victor pressed his tongue into the tight ring and rumbled out a purr, his nose pressed into their balls.
“Mmmm…. Keep making those sounds, sweetheart. Can't wait to hear you screaming for me…” Victor pulled back just enough to spit in his hole, earning another yelp as they bucked at the sensation, before Victor dove back in, a finger joining his tongue.
Thank God those claws retract. Kevin thought in relief as the stretch made them blush, grunting as Victor hummed while lapping at their hole.
“So sensitive… you played with yourself here recently? Hoping to get some after you help the Runt save the day? It's almost adorable…” Victor chuckled as he curled his finger, and grinned when Kevin gasped. “Ooh… there you are.” Victor purred as he circled the fleshy bit inside Kevin, making them grunt and fist the sheets tighter. It wasn't enough, not yet, but it was a good stretch and tease for now.
Victor smirked as he leaned in, pushing another finger inside, pumping them a bit faster than Kevin was ready for. But the sounds coming from their throat made them even reconsider that thought.
“I can smell how impatient you're getting, sweetheart. Need me to spear you open? I can be easily persuaded….” He leaned back with a low rumbling purr and pulled his fingers out, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he shucked his pants off. His cock, all thick and hard against the space between the two, made Kevin's flush at the size of it. Victor grabbed the underside of their thighs, right below the knee, pushing them up as he pressed forward, not even thrusting, just pushing in. Kevin rolled their head back, groaning as their voice cracked blushing as they finally felt the fullness.
“You are so cute when you blush, sweetheart…” He chuffed as he began to roll his hips slowly, Kevin gasping and arching off the bed. Fisting the sheets as they tried to ground themself, they couldn't show Victor how good it felt. Not yet. As if sensing their thoughts, Victor rumbled and took their cock in hand, pumping it a few times. Kevin groaning and gasping as they looked down. They flushed, Victor was completely consumed by the act. Grinning like that cat that swallowed the canary, pumping Kevin's length while thrusting slow and deep. Victor chuckled and looked up at Kevin, his eyes smouldering with heat.
“Like I said, cute. Don't hold back for me, sweetheart. I wanna hear all those cute noises.” Victor pushed his hips deeper, the tip rubbing against that special spot, making Kevin shudder out a moan as their hips rolled back into Victor's cock. “Oh…. Good boy, just like that.” Their eyes slipped closed as Victor pumped their cock, keeping time with the slow thrusts into them. With their eyes closed, they could work through this, it definitely felt amazing. He was so big, rough but not painful, with the way he was squeezing them, so much like they thought he would.
“Logan…” A fist closed around their throat, making them gasp, eyes snapping open. Locking eyes with a snarling giant, claws digging into their hip as he leaned into them, spit trailing down his fangs.
“Hell no. I'm fucking you, if you're gonna scream his name, you can get the fuck out.” Victor snarled, his eyes wide as his jaw was tight. He snapped his hips harder, his massive hand loosening up on Kevin's neck as he leaned over them. “If you wanna moan his name, get in his bed.” The low growl into their ear made their cock jump, the words making Kevin's eyes sting.
“Shut up-”
“Say my name. I'll fucking leave you like this.” Kevin choked out a groan at the idea, feeling Victor ram into their hips making it hard to even think, much less speak.
“C-creed…” The grip slackened, the claws lightly raking down their throat until grabbing a wrist and pinning it down. Victor rumbled out a chuckle.
“That's better...” Victor leaned back, his hands going to Kevin's hips, holding them tight as he fucked them deep again, keeping a steady pace. Kevin groaned and arched upwards, their hands going back into the sheets as sweat rolled down their face.
“You really are taking a pounding, sweetheart. Heh, you really are something else…” Victor leaned down, still thrusting and nipped their neck again. "Say thank you, I think I deserve it for fucking this tight hole till you're whimpering." Chuckling into the nape of their neck.
"Thank you, Creed!" They gasped, half crazy as their cock throbbed in Victor's grip, his other hand on Kevin's thigh tightened, claws starting to cut into the skin. Victor purred as he smelled the blood in the air, mixing with the scent of Kevin's precum smearing over his hand.
“C-careful!” Kevin whined, their arousal marred with the pain in their leg. Victor huffed, growling as his hips sped up, the heat inside Kevin's gut making their eyes roll back as they yelped, arching off the bed.
“Gonna bite-” Victor snarled half a second before groaning and sinking his teeth into Kevin's shoulder, growling and sucking at the wound as he pounded his hips more. Kevin groaned as they felt Victor spill inside him, flushing dark and grimacing slightly, their cock throbbing so much, still hard in Victor's slackened grip.
“Don't sound so disappointed, sweetheart. Healing factor…” Victor began thrusting again, his cock still rock hard. Kevin yelped as Victor leaned back, pulling them down on his cock as they shifted. Victor laughed low as he gazed down at Kevin.
“God, you are just a wreck. What's wrong, cutie? Need to cum?” With that taunt, Victor wrapped his hand around their cock, pumping faster than his thrusts, now with Victor's cum lubing them up, it felt so much better. The stretch eased with the wetness and the faster movements making their stomach flip. Kevin moaned, their arms jerking to grab at Victor's shoulders, earning a rumble from the larger man.
“Fuck…” They whined, feeling so close to the edge, their breath catching in their throat as short puffs of air escaped them with each thrust from Victor. The feral mutant grinned wide as he bent in half, getting in close to Kevin, his breath hot on their lips. They were about to lean in, expecting a kiss when Victor sped up, his hips driving deep.
"Come on… bark for me, sweetheart." Victor grinned. Kevin groaned and leaned up, kissing Victor. He growled and shoved his tongue down their mouth, snapping his hips as he fucked into them relentless and hungry. Victor nipped at their lips, pulling back and laughing, holding one thigh up, getting a deeper angle. Kevin threw their head back and mewled, Victor's cock hitting them just right, so hard, so wet, never stopping.
“Come on, cum for me, pup.” That's what did it, even though they would never say it and give Victor that satisfaction. With a keening cry, Kevin's cock sputtered, coating Victor's hand in the sticky fluid. He only growled approvingly as his hips slowed, hand still pumping, milking every drop. Kevin's breathing hitched as soft whimpers followed their gasps. Victor snarled and surged forward again, growling as the heat surged inside Kevin again.
“Fuck, you sure can take it, sweetheart.” Victor purred, licking Kevin's neck before pulling out a bit too fast. They grunted and suffered as they felt the cum leak out of their hole.
“You could warn me before you stuff me to the brim like that…” Kevin grumbled as they let their legs fall open, the sheets getting wet and sticky beneath them. They scrunched their face up as they sat up, wincing slightly. “Ugh, he's gonna smell this, isn't he?” Kevin frowned as Victor rummaged at a pile of fabric near the bed, picking up a rag and tossing it to Kevin.
“Like you did this without wanting to piss him off." Victor laughed, ignoring the angry look Kevin gave him. "I got no hangups about this, sweetheart. You're the one who's gonna deal with the Runt treating you differently now.” Victor smirked as he scooted up the bed, putting his hands behind his head, relaxing into the pillows. Kevin huffed and turned away, wiping himself, as if to take away what they both just did. As if it could go away with a dirty cum rag.
"It's not like that! I did this for me." Victor scoffed at Kevin's retort. Sitting up, Victor's eyes glinting in the low light felt too heated.
“I know I'm an animal. It's my nature, they're the parts we play. He's the one who is never happy with his life. That's the role he chooses. He's stupid like that. Not my fault he gets pissy when I play with the toys he ignores. I always have good uses for his things.” Kevin didn't like being called a thing or a toy, but somehow it hurt even more having Victor of all people target the pain directly. They frowned as they wiped the white splatters off their chest and thighs. Unable to think of something snappy to say in the moment, and that's what made them more upset.
Walks of shame become increasingly worse when you know how bad the backlash would be if everyone you knew was aware of it. Kevin wasn't stupid, they knew there was a chance of someone finding out and being a dick or even hostile about it. Well, one person in particular. Even as they considered the risks, they weren't counting on getting up the stairs and seeing Logan with his arms crossed, glaring right at them.
“Morph… why the hell d’you stink of Sabretooth?” Logan's eyes narrowed. “What did you do?” Kevin scoffed, pushing past Logan, their shoulder bumping against his.
“I won't be scolded by you. Not for this.” Kevin stormed towards their room, feeling Logan's eyes on them as they ducked towards their door.
“Morph-”
“Logan, shut up.” They gripped their doorknob tight, the biting words on the tip of their tongue. “I don't want to talk to you. I'll probably say something I'll regret.” The door swung open as Logan turned away, huffing in irritation.
“Pretty sure you already did something you’ll regret.” They stared into their empty room and felt the words bubble back up, refusing to bite their tongue anymore, they looked back to Logan, who was still standing there, facing away. Like he was waiting for it, but not even giving them the satisfaction of saying anything to his face.
“Go fuck yourself. Not like anyone else is fucking you...” Logan began to turn, but Kevin just ducked inside and slammed the door. Pressing their back to the wood, they heaved out a few heavy breaths as the rage crumbled into an aching sadness, refusing to cry, they grit their teeth and slid down the door, sitting at the edge of the room. The tears only falling when the sound of footsteps retreating hit their ears.
I don't regret it. Not even a little.