Bad Guys
by iSani

Keywords: X-Movieverse, Sabretooth/Toad, PWP, humor, Toad POV
Summary: On a dull night, the boys find creative use for a certain tongue.
Warnings: If you've made it this far, do I really need to warn you about male/male sex? Oh, and there's naughty words here, too.
Archive: If you ask nicely...
Disclaimer: All X-Men characters belong to Marvel Comics. No money is being made.
Note: IMHO, the villains don't get slashed near often enough. Here's part of my effort to rectify the situation.

This isn't what I joined the Brotherhood of Mutants for. I mean, Magneto had me all hyped about this glorious war we'd wage against the oppressors. And sure, there's been planning and plotting and even some major offensives. But for every attack, there are ten nights like tonight.

Nothing to do.

No weird machines to build, no new mutants to convert to the cause. Nope, it's just Furball, the tube and me tonight. Yes, come, ye oppressed masses! Come fight for the Glory of Mutantkind and watch reruns!

And he gets to hold the remote.

He doesn't know that I call him Furball behind his back. But damn, if the shoe fits... The man's like a pet that's not properly housebroken. I mean, what kind of manners is roaring to everybody - he calls it growling, I call it roaring - and hogging the couch like that? It's not like I'm gonna complain to a towering man-beast, but please. He sits all wide-legged like that and I have this tiny spot on the edge. Quit shifting around, will ya? Sheesh.

Uh-oh, he's going to say something.

"Man, this is getting me hot."

This is what turns him on? Old episodes of Starsky and Hutch? Well, have it your way, big guy. Now, it's no secret that Furball's been screwing with men and women alike. From what I've heard, they've not all exactly volunteered, though...

"Yeah, I could use some action right about now."

He threw his paw around me. Oh shit. I'm not sure I like the way this is going at all. Sure, I like big, tall and muscular as much as the next mutant, but man, those claws... You get the feeling he's not exactly the gentlest of lovers.

"Does Toadie like men?"

I swear, I damned near came in my pants right then. It was either that or wet myself. He must have smelled my pheromones spraying in the air, because I never got a chance to answer.

"Yeah, ya do. I'm gonna make ya feel real good."

Help. But then again, I love a man who can take the initiative.

Okay, great. I don't know what has me more worried; the fact that I'm on a couch pinned underneath this road show Bigfoot, or the fact that it's not at all bad.

Very not at all bad.

He's actually a pretty good kisser, once you get past the fangs. And the whiskers do tickle, I'll tell you that. But damn, who knew that Furball had a sensual side? He was downright gentle in fact. He started slowly, getting a feeling of the territory. Now he's getting into advanced maneuvers with my tonsils.

"Gimme that tongue, Toadie."

What's that? Don't mind if I do.

Wow, he's really sucking on it now. Careful there, big guy. There's lot more where that came from. Increased suction and... Oh my. I literally have my tongue down his throat now. Nice gag suppression there. Where'd you learn to do that?

He's giving my tongue a freaking blowjob. I feel like a Pez dispenser.

Whoa. Hey, put me down. Down, you hear? I was getting to like it on the couch. Where are we going anyways?

"My room."

You know, this is pretty fast. First date and all. Will you- watch the head! Man, he must really get a dumb macho trip out of this. Not that I couldn't carry him around, mind you. I've got the legs for it. It's just not my style, the caveman thing.

And it's not that I couldn't fight back.

Oh, who am I kidding? Like I'm gonna stop him now. The man makes me wet. What, you think women are the only ones whose parts get wet?

"Here."

Yes, thanks. Just dump me on the bed, why dontcha?

So this is what his quarters look like. I always figured that there'd be trophies here, the carcasses of animals he's killed. Like buffalo or something. And there sure seems to be plenty of furs around here. That and antlers. It's like some deranged interior designer snapped while dressing up a hunting lodge.

So where do you keep your litter box?

"Clothes off."

I'm not gonna comment on that one. It's just him, unadulterated.

Okay, so I took my shirt off. Now you're going to show me some skin. Don't give me the growling thing; I'm not doing a striptease here unless you reciprocate. Yeah, I'm gonna stand right here until-

Not the cape. That's cheating.

"Is not."

He tosses the cape onto the bed, and pushes me onto it. I can really tell why he doesn't have much luck with women. Say, this cape thing feels really nice. I shudder to think how many endangered species died for it though. What? Don't give me that look. Lots of frogs are endangered, too.

Whoa. Hand on hem. His shirt comes off. Whoa again.

The term barrel-chested comes to mind. This guy's a mountain on legs. Bulging pecs do it for me every time. And let's not forget about the arms. And abs and lats and... Well, let's just say big is beautiful and leave it at that.

Too bad for the fur coat, though. Shave it, and he'd have a great career as a bodyboulder. Builder. Right.

Mmrm. We're back in the position we were in on the couch. He's on top, and I'm rapidly beginning to feel like prey. He's slowly devouring me, starting with the lips.

And you know what about all that fur? Well, I've got first hand information now, what with his chest rubbing against mine and all. I always thought that it would be coarse, but it's not. He's all silky and soft, which is fine by me.

"Conditioner."

Hey, who died and made you a telepath? That was creepy. Anyway, he's getting up now, raising his bulk with his arms. The next thing I know, he's straddling me. He doesn't say a thing; he just keeps looking at me in a weird way.

What, am I supposed to do something?

"Hush."

Oh, I get it. He's really looking at me. I mean, intently. The same a hungry feline beast might gaze upon its next meal. Eep. This must be what being lunch feels like.

"Yer a real hottie, ya know that?"

Wow. Really? I never knew that he cared. I mean, not all that many like green.

"Yeah. Ya got a great ass."

That has to be the nicest thing he's ever said to me.

What the hell am I doing? I'm on all fours on his bed with my ass in the air, that's what. His idea, naturally. Kitty style. Nobody ever accused Furball of having too much of an imagination. Right now he's gone off to the adjacent bathroom. Hurry up, will ya?

"What's the rush?"

Whoa. I do say "whoa" a lot, don't I? Well, this is really worth a whoa. He's buck-naked now. Must have a thing about undressing in front of others. I'm just glad that actually being nude isn't one of his hang-ups.

I keep eyeing him, and one thing in particular catches my attention. Since I'm a man, you should know where my eyes are fixed. That's right, and it's magnificent. Not that I'm a size queen or anything but... whoa. Just makes me hungry.

"Man, yer a real slut."

Fine, just give me that meat. And what's that you're holding?

"Lube."

Really? How considerate. I was already building up saliva for that use. How about some rubber?

"Healing factor."

Oh, right. He can't catch anything. Lucky me.

No, you're not going to lube me. Not with those claws, anyway. Just pass the tube.

"Here."

I spread some of the stuff on my fingers. I'm gonna give him a real show here. So I slowly bring a single gooey finger to my hole and start working it in. I'm actually loose enough to fit more, but I'm in no hurry here. Working it slowly in and out, while he's watching.

He's right; I really am a slut. So sue me.

He's beginning to drip. Glistening drops of precum are forming at the tip of his cock. And I could swear he drooled a bit. Here goes another finger. He's getting impatient, grabbing the lube and smearing some on his member.

"On with it."

All right, all right. Sheesh. You try to make an effort...

He kneels on the bed behind me. Now, I don't know what he's done before but I don't- urgh. He spreads my cheeks with one hand. As I was saying, I'm not gonna- oh yeah. He's pushing his shaft against my hole, easily getting the tip inside. I was afraid he'd just shove it all inside, but he's waiting for me to adjust now. I didn't know he was so by the book.

"I learn."

So he pushes a bit further in, pulls back, yet a bit further in, pulls back.

Quit teasing me here, will ya? No, no, wait, do that again. Oh yeah. That's real good.

"Told ya so."

So we're fucking and it's fun, and everything's pretty much okay. But I'm not really doing anything much here. Now, nobody's gonna say that I don't actively participate. In fact, I may have an idea brewing here.

First, I let my tongue lash out and guide it to his lips in a kiss of sorts. He sucks on it eagerly. There are his tonsils again, but I've got other plans. He tries to keep my tongue inside longer through frantic suction it but instead I pull it back. He grabs my head and kisses me eagerly. Once more, I tease him a little and take it back again.

"More."

Nah-ah. I've got something planned for you, big guy. I let my tongue slowly slither under me, down my front. There's my chest, my abs, my cock... Yeah, well, that's where I'd stop if I wasn't in company. But just a little further behind my balls are his balls, humping back and forth. I'll just wrap myself there for a while.

"Roar!"

Hey, I think he likes it. Just gently playing with his fuzzy nuts, round and round... That really makes him pick up speed. See, I've got my grip on the wheel now. I can just steer him as I like. And as it happens, I like it hard.

I've got you on a leash now, huh? That's it, faster. I won't break.

"Ya sure?"

Oh yeah.

There's still a place I haven't licked just a bit further, and I love a challenge. Carefully maneuvering further back, I slither across his scrotum and towards my next goal. His cheeks reflexively clamp together at the touch of my tongue.

Loosen up, will ya! I'll bet you've done this before.

"Roar!"

That's better. Now, spread the mounds apart a bit and on we go to the grand prize. I swipe just a little wet lick over his pucker, and it's enough to make him shiver. What, hasn't anyone told you about this?

"Grunt."

My thoughts exactly. He's humping too fast now. If he keeps up that pace much longer, I'm gonna be done. Slow down, big guy. There's still stuff I wanna do.

Yeah, that's better. Nice and easy. I can't believe I'm actually rimming him while he's fucking me. It's like one of those positions in the Kama Sutra that are more trouble than they're worth. Well, here's one for mutation.

Now, I circle around his anus, careful not to actually touch it. He's really moaning now. Bad Victor, bad! No coming until we're through. I'll work a little closer here, until letting myself glide across his hole. And I swipe over and over...

They say that a properly relaxed anus just opens up like a rosebud. Sorta changes the way you look at roses.

"Toad!"

Here we go. I slowly work my tongue into his ass. Doesn't exactly feel like virgin territory, but I can tell nobody's tongue-fucked him before, the way he thrashes around. I don't think he can hang on much longer. Hell, I don't think I can last much longer, the way he's working my ass.

This would be revolting if it wasn't so hot.

"Roar!"

There! Found his prostate.

If there's a button in the body that says, "press here for pleasure", this is it. Of course, he's been working on mine for a while now but I have better control. Speaking of which, he's getting out of control.

At any other time, I'd be worried of getting hurt but right now... I just wanna come.

He's getting real violent now. Deep thrusts, one after another. The man is a beast, roaring and slamming into me with all his force. He's going to come any second now, so I give his male clit a final rub. I think that finally brought him over the edge. Oh yeah, here we go. He's pounding me hard and deep and right into my sweet spot. He rolls back his head and gasps. I close my eyes.

Oh great lily pond in the sky, here I come...

Phew.

Is it hot in here or is it just me? No, wait. It's him. There seems to be this feral creature lying on top of me, all hot, sweaty and panting. Like myself. Oh that's right, we were fucking. That explains it.

"'S good."

Couldn't have said it better myself. Oh, he's shifting. He rolls onto his side, still keeping me in his grasp. Hello? Shower? No? Never mind then.

"Stay."

As if I would go anywhere. I don't know how long it' been since I've shared a bed with a warm body. And these lairs can be so drafty.

"Heh. Not gonna be bored anymore."

Mm-hrrm. Mind if I just take a little nap? You don't? Good.

The End