Killer Instinct: The Hunt Is On
by Alyx Alexandre

Pairing: Sabretooth (Victor Creed)/Other
Category: POV
Rating: NC-17
Archive: My site (when I finish). Please notify me beforehand & keep my name & e-mail address attached.
Warnings: Male/Male Slash. Rough Sex. If this squicks you, click the 'Back' key!
Spoilers: This fic was inspired by X-Men, the Movie.
Summary: Sabretooth reflects on his actions as well as his past & current relationships.
Feedback: Oooh, yes! On or off list.
Disclaimer: No money made, these characters are not mine. X-Men is the property of Marvel comics.
Note: This is my first fic (and first slash)!
Thanks to my all my betas who volunteered immediately: A. Blaire (Dazzler), M. Kohn, Flounder, and K. Taylor (jigglypuff). Your input was invaluable! Special thanks to my fellow fic writer, partner in crime, number one fan and all around cheerleader, Boots! Without her encouragement and tireless support, this fic would have never seen the light of day!

"Bring the girl to me, unharmed." Magneto's command rang in my ears. It was a simple plan, really. Retrieve the girl, Rogue, as she called herself, and bring her back to Headquarters. Rogue is the final piece of the puzzle that will bring our plan to fruition. I respected Magneto's genius. That is why I accepted his philosophy as my own and joined the Brotherhood of Mutants.

Can Humans and Mutants ever co-exist together peacefully? Please! Humans lock us in zoos, experiment on us in laboratories or kill us for sport. These so-called civilized Humans war against each other and demonize anyone who is different. They use race, nationality, sexuality, religion and now mutation as an excuse for their never-ending hatred. The truth is they have a deep, burning desire to feel superior to someone, anyone. As long as they're not the ones being spat on and ground into the dust, they couldn't care less. Humans are a hateful bunch. It's a wonder they haven't destroyed each other yet. There's no way they will ever accept a leonine creature such as myself. My claws can rip a human in half. I have a rapid healing factor and a killer blood lust. No, Humans will never accept my kind as deserving of rights, freedoms and liberties. Mutants are at the bottom of the pile as far as they're concerned.

Magneto has formulated a simple plan that will even the score between Mutants and Humans forever.

I'm an integral part of that plan and I'm looking forward to it.

It's been awhile since I've been in Canada. The last time I was here, I raped, plundered and murdered. What a time I had! Yes! I caused quite a bit of mayhem, if I do say so myself. I grinned at the memory. On this trip, however, the plan is to work quickly and quietly. Find Rogue, abduct her, and bring her back to the island. Nothing to it.

I missed Rogue in Mississippi but studying the map on her bedroom wall, it wasn't hard to figure out where she was headed and approximately where she would be. I've been hot on her tail ever since, following her scent.

I thought I had caught up with her at what passed for a city in this desolate area. I picked up her scent at one of the few public places here, a bar. As I lurked in the shadows, scouting the premises, a more powerful smell assaulted me. Wolverine. Whoa! Yeah. It was Wolverine alright. Now that was unexpected. My nose twitched in the cold air, tasting it. I inhaled that spicy, musky scent that was wholly Logan. Judging from its intensity, he was here for quite awhile but had moved on only recently. The girl wasn't here either. No telling if Rogue went with him but us Muties tend to stick together - and Logan attracts women like flies to shit.

My mind lingered on Rogue for a moment. She's turning into a drifter, running from her problems. Obviously she's never heard of the old Buddhist saying, Wherever you go, there you are. You can't run from yourself, baby. And your innocence will not protect you. She will learn that soon enough. All Mutants do eventually. It's either stand your ground and fight or run like a coward and die on your knees. If she will not come to terms with her powers, Magneto will force her to whether she's ready or not. By then it will be too late. Pity. She's kinda cute.

With a growl, I left the ramshackle city behind and started off into the woods. I ran swiftly under the silver blue dawn. There's nothing like fresh mountain air to clear the senses. The sparkle of the snow amidst the trees has a calming effect on me. The cold always did wonders for my mood, not to mention my appetite. Earlier, had I killed a deer and ate the best parts. The snow made a soft, crunching sound as I ran and I alternated between running on all fours then on two. Several times I resisted the urge to howl with pleasure. I ran all the way to the top of the highest mountain. Quite a climb, yes, but all the better to spot him. As I knew I would.

Logan is a restless wanderer like myself, always searching. While we do have our similarities, we're direct opposites of each other. We both can go berserker but Logan lacked the all-consuming killing lust that I've embraced. "Just tryin' to hold on to my humanity," he said to me once. Hmph. He's too damn soft, is more like it. Years ago, I told Magneto about Logan so that he could recruit him, but Magneto said, "Why do I need another wolf? I have you, don't I?" in his usual droll manner. I admired Magneto. He was so cultured and seemed to know just about everything. He also had a knack for making a person feel like a jackass with just a glance, an arched eyebrow or pursed lips. Aristocratic prick.

At last I've reached the top of the mountain. I paused and took deep lungsful of clean air. The view was breathtaking. This is something that most people, Mutie or Human, will never experience. Standing there I felt so small, yet so powerful. This is where I truly belonged - in the wild. Not on an island. Not among Humans in their cities. I belong here, with the cold air whipping through my fur. Abundant wildlife to hunt. A cozy cabin. A mate. Maybe one day...

There. A camper makes good time along the winding road. It's him. I'd recognize that motorcycle anywhere. There's also someone in the passenger's seat. Can't see the face but I'll bet anything that it's Rogue. I know that Logan doesn't care much for hitchhikers. They talk too much shit and irritate him. They usually turned out to be Mutant haters anyway, so why bother? I exhaled and drew my fur cape a bit closer. Yep, chances are good that it's Rogue. But Rogue wasn't the only thing on my mind as I carefully made my way down the mountain.

The tree trunk crashed directly in front of the camper. Bulls eye! I didn't expect Logan to exit headfirst through the windshield but that was a nice bonus. Logan skidded along the hard-packed snow then came to a stop about 100 yards from the camper. I knew he'd be okay since he has the same healing factor that I do - I just didn't know whether he was unconscious or just injured. An unconscious Logan would be much easier to deal with. But no, after about ten seconds Logan struggled to his feet. Okay, I still have the advantage. I'm downwind from him so he can't smell me yet but I don't have much time. He thinks what happened was an ordinary accident. Good.

Surprising Logan twice in a row is unheard of yet I managed to do it. Logan sensed too late that something wasn't quite right and unsheathed his claws but I still got the jump on him. I gleefully proceed to kick his ass around this beautiful countryside. He couldn't even get a shot in edgewise. Damn, Logan, you're losing your touch! I saw the cage in the bar. I knew what he'd been doing. Fighting Humans is easy, nothing to it for us Mutants, but I wondered when was the last time he was in a real fight. I hit him a hard uppercut and he flew, landing on the hood of his camper. His claws retracted - he's out cold. This was too frickin' easy! Here I am expecting a real workout but instead I get this lame crap! I'm not even breathing heavily. Logan, you keep this up and everybody will know what a pussy you've become. I hear Rogue squeaking frantically and I could smell smoke. I've got to act quickly.

But looking at Logan lying there so peaceful hits me somewhere deep inside that I almost forgot about. When he's like this, so still, he is at peace in a way that he can never be when he's awake. Except when he's having one of those awful nightmares of his.

Damn, it's always like this when we meet. It's never any of that, Hey buddy, howyadoin! backslapping, bullshit. Ever since that business with Silver Fox, we just fight. But I do miss the old days.

Logan loves getting topped but to look at him you would never think so. He oozed masculinity with every fiber of his being. Outfitted in his trademark plaid shirt, leather jacket, construction boots and button fly jeans, Logan is a fine example of what's referred to as a man's man. Plus he's a beer guzzlin', cigar smokin', truck drivin' all around sonofabitch. But another side of him was revealed to me by degrees. Logan loved the feel of my muscular body totally covering him. Safe, warm and secure. Under me, Logan could let it all go, if just for awhile. He craved it but would never admit to having such a submissive side. Logan actually fought for the right to bottom each and every time we got together. After the third such episode, I got wise to what was going on.

What passed as foreplay between us was always brutal. It was all claws and fangs.

"Give it up runt," I'd say knowing that he wouldn't.

"What's the matter, bub, can't go the distance?" he'd reply with a snarl.

And we would go at each other - anytime, anyplace. Logan is so cute when he's mad but make no mistake, he's no kitty cat. When he extended his claws, the sound they made Snikt! sent a shiver right through me and my dick goes rock hard. When I expand my natural claws they don't make that cool noise. You gotta hand it to the Wolverine: he's got style.

I let him kick the shit out of me so that I feel his rage, the power behind his blows and the sharp pain of his claws as they ripped through my fur. I need this. He does too. We tore the place up. We were never very forgiving, to our surroundings or to each other. Our sessions always ended with both of us panting like animals, our bodies battered and bloodied, our raw scent thick in the air. You didn't have to have a keen sense of smell to know it was pure sex. In this fight for dominance, I always won. Sometimes I won fair & square but other times, Logan would let me win. Either way, I was always the winner. Or was it he?

Frankly, the thought of Logan topping me wasn't very appealing. Not that I don't enjoy getting royally fucked, I do. Logan just wasn't the man to do it. I've never been a selfish lover by any means. Oh, no. I've always given Logan exactly what he wanted. And he always chose bottom.

We beat each other to a bloody pulp and proved ourselves to each other: Who's da man? Later with that shit. Now, I just wanted to give Logan everything he craved.

I held him tightly in my arms, crushing him to me. Our chest hairs bristled against each other and I swore I saw sparks. It felt incredible. I held him at arms length and looked at him. The burning lust in his eyes always pleased me. I shoved him against the wall and with a growl, ripped his clothes off. Logan never wore briefs or boxers.

His sweaty body was striped with cuts. I gently kissed his bruises and licked the blood from his wounds. Then I go to work. One swipe of my tongue against his neck and he belonged to me. Slowly, slowly I sucked at his jugular feeling his throbbing pulse. I nipped and bit him, lapped his blood and sweat. I got drunk on his very essence. I licked his chest and nipples. Logan humped his ass like a three-dollar whore but I wouldn't let his lower body touch me, at least not yet. He gripped my forearms and moaned, he begged for release. I looked down to make sure and yes, his cock juice flowed. I wanted to slurp that yummy goodness in my mouth but I didn't. His head is tossed back and his eyes are closed. He whispered, babbled really, but all I could make out was, "Please" and "Creed" and "Fuck."

I placed my hands on his shoulders and pushed him to his knees. He paused against me for a moment before sliding his hands up and down my thighs. With a Snikt! my pants were torn into shreds. Logan looked at my cock like a rabid pup and I wondered for a second if it was wise to put my dick in his mouth. He looked hungry enough to literally eat me. My lust took over though. I grabbed him roughly by his silky soft hair and rammed my dick into his waiting mouth. I knew he could take it - all 15 inches. Slowly then quickly but he took it. I loved this! I thrust back & forth into his wet mouth and down his throat, making him my bitch. I jerked his head back a bit. The sight of Logan buck-naked on his knees with my thick dick slurping in and out of his willing, sucking mouth almost drove me over the edge. His eyes watered and he started to shake but I kept thrusting in and out of that wet tightness. I picked up the pace. He had trouble breathing. I couldn't stop if I wanted to. I felt and heard him choking around my dick. "Open wider Wolvie. Relax your throat, baby." Good thing for that healing factor or else his throat would be sore for weeks.

I pulled him to his feet. He protested but not much since he knew I wasn't finished with him. I wish I hadn't ripped his leather jacket in two. He always looked so sexy in it when I fucked him senseless but I had an even better idea. I took Logan by the hand and led him outside to where his motorcycle was parked. I draped my fur cape over the bike. My cape is way cool - it's made of baby fox, seal, ermine and sable. It's like having four different silky hands stroking you all at once. I was prepared to fuck the shit out of Logan like no other and dammit, I wanted him to enjoy it! I love to fuck! I'll take on anyone but there's something about doing it with your own kind that's so freaknasty!

"Come here, runt." I pulled Logan to me. I crushed him against my chest, caressed the softness of his skin and the hardness of his muscles. Fuckin' incredible. I tilted his chin up to look at him again before I ravished him. All I saw in his eyes was intense passion and desire. Logan trembled slightly. I did too. Fucktension. I wanted him so bad. I kissed him hard and deep. This had to last us for who knew how long? Our tongues explored every inch of each other's mouths. I moved down and kissed his neck again. This always drove him nuts. I flipped Wolvie on his stomach and he braced himself against the motorcycle. Should I take him for a "trip around the world?" Nope, better not delay, I was even more worked up than him.

I ran my fingers through his hair and gave his shoulders a brisk massage. I kissed the back of his neck, worked my way down his spine, across his back and down his sides. By the time I got to the small of his back he was grinding his dick against the fur. I smacked him hard on the ass. "Stop that. Did I give you permission to cum?" All part of our horny, addictive game.

I scooted on the bike behind him, drew him back in my arms and nuzzled his ear. "Hmm? Did I say you could cum?" Logan laughed that beautiful, rare laugh of his as I played with his nipples and stroked his ticklish stomach. His laugh was so wonderful to hear. I was glad that I made him happy even if for awhile.

I reached forward and ripped a length of fur from my cape. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked. I think he liked my cape even more than I did. This cape has heard his frenzied screams, his breathless moans and whispered prayers. It's the keeper of some of Logan's juiciest secrets, can you imagine? It also holds his scent, which is why I still have it. "I'm keeping you honest," I replied. I tied the fur around the base of his cock. Logan gave token sounds of protest but he knew the fun had just started.

I kissed his neck one more time then pushed him forward. I removed a small tube of pure mink oil that I had tucked in my boot earlier. We have no need for it but it's an aphrodisiac for both of us plus I liked the way it tingled when I was deep in him. Condom? Hell no. Our healing factor made this unnecessary. I placed a small amount of oil along the length of my cock and worked it all over. I squirted some at the entrance of his opening and I pushed it in with my index and middle fingers. Logan hissed. Then I added a third finger. Logan groaned. Then a fourth. Logan moaned and swore in my fur cape. I squeezed the rest of the oil over my thumb and hand and eased it all in there. Logan roared. To anyone else it may have sounded angry, but I knew that roar very well and it wasn't nothing but pure pleasure courtesy of yours truly. I was in him to the wrist. The sight and feel of him stretched around my hand was almost too much. Discipline kept my hand off my dick but, at that moment, I think I could have come without touching myself. Logan's senses were totally fried and he couldn't even string two words together to make a sentence. I thought I heard a "Please!" Since he asked so nicely, I couldn't disappoint.

I eased my hand out of him with a wet sucking sound. Damn, everything about this man just fuckin' turned me on! I took my dick and shoved it in his tight ass, balls deep. We both screamed! Shit, he's tight! He felt like a virgin. No lie. I should know, I've broken in more than my share. But Logan still was the tightest I've ever had. I closed my eyes and tried to block out the sounds of his moans and shameless begging for more, faster, harder. Logan was out of his mind with lust. My hands gripped his hips like a child clutching a security blanket. Logan was my religion, my salvation, he meant so much to me. What I would do if he weren't a part of my life? That thought slowed me down a bit and I was able to get my second wind. Logan keened loudly. His position on the bike made it impossible for him to gain any real leverage to fuck back. He could only lie there, hold on and take it like a man.

I leaned forward and covered him with my body. His skin was hot to the touch. I whispered in his ear as I fucked him with slow, deep strokes, hitting his prostate every chance I got. I teased him, "You like this baby? You like my big dick, don't ya runt? Want some more, yeah? What's my name?"

I wanted it to go on forever but all good things must come to an end. "Ready, baby?" I pulled him up, his back to my front, my dick buried deep inside him. I removed the bit of fur from the base of his cock. The fur was soaked. I grabbed his thick dick and started pumping, using his overflowing precum as lube. It didn't take long. Logan humped his ass against my dick like a nympho slut. My dick jerked and I shot my cum deep in his clenched ass. Logan's dick spurted and his hot cum splattered both of us.

"Scream for me," I whispered. And he did.

Shit, where did that come from? Get it together, man! I have a job to do - no time for daydreaming about the distant past. Gotta move fast, get the girl and hightail it outta here before Logan wakes up.

Damn, these mountains are tricky. One moment the weather's fine, the next moment, it's snowing like hell. Move your furry ass Creed, this truck's gonna blow!

What the hell? Who are those two? Whoever they are, I can smell a Mutie and right now, I'm smelling two Muties that I didn't smell before. The first one is just standing there but seems to be the cause of the weather change. The second one makes a move with his head like he's checking his aim and puts his hand to his temple. My instinct tells me to get away quickly and I jump high and far. I didn't stop to see what happened but I felt the aftershock of the blast. You missed me, bastard!

I heard another explosion. There goes the camper. And the motorcycle. I got away with my hide intact but without Rogue. I'm sure they got her out of the camper in time and Logan too but now we have to find her all over again. We only have a few days. This will set us back. Shit.

Magneto is not going to like this, not one bit. But what should I say to him? That it was two against one? That there was no way I could get the girl and get out of there alive? That I cut my losses? No, I can't say any of that. I need an explanation that won't make me look like an incompetent idiot. Something short and simple. No excuses. Magneto hates excuses and I hate giving 'em. It makes me sound weak and helpless, which I'm not! I'm Victor Creed! I'm Sabretooth! What do I say though? I can't make it seem like they chased me from my prize. That will not do. Somehow they knew about Wolverine and the girl...! Wait, that's it: They knew. They knew. That's what I'll tell Magneto: They knew.

I jumped down to the beach to be by myself and clear my mind. Yeah, it's noisy here but the surf crashing against the rocks makes a roaring sound that comforts and soothes me. Luckily, Magneto didn't punish me the way he usually does when one of us fails. Healing factor notwithstanding, I can feel pain when it's inflicted. Magneto was preoccupied with the fact that Professor X somehow found out about the powerful Mutant we tried to capture. Those two share a history together. If there's one person on this planet who knows a thing or two about the driven nature of Magneto, it's the Professor.

It couldn't have been just a fluke that those two Muties showed up and disrupted everything, not out there in the wilderness. Things had been going so well...

I awake with a start. There's sand all in my fur. The crashing waves must have lulled me to sleep. That's not what woke me, though. I smell something. It's not unpleasant, it's the smell of the salt ocean but a bit stronger. It can only be one person - Toad. Or more specifically, his tongue. Slowly wiggling down from the cliffs above me, Toad's tongue makes a welcome appearance. I don't bother to look for the rest of him because I know what's coming next.

Toad's tongue deftly opens my fly and whips out my cock. SKLRPT! A load of slime plops down on my dick and instead of being repulsed, I'm waaay turned on! The slime is thick & warm and it's making my dick tingle. The sensation is indescribable. Toad wraps his tongue around and around my dick and begins to give me the best blowjob only second to Logan. Actually, it's not a blowjob at all. It's more of a 'lickjob' that only Toad can give.

That tongue of his coils tightly around my dick. The tip of his tongue laps at my balls and then slips into my ass. He's jerking me off, applying just the right amount of pressure and lubrication while squeezing the base of my cock to prevent me from coming.

This is so freaky because the entire time he's doing this, I can't even see him sitting on his haunches on the cliff above me. But that tongue lets me know he's there. Fucking my ass and licking my dick at the same time. Shit. I can't take it anymore and I sprawl on my back with my legs spread & knees bent. He'll keep this up for hours! Just for me.

I look up at the evening sky and the twinkling stars look down on both of us. I'm totally tripped out as I listen to Toad happily slurping away. I have to give props to Mortimer. He is really in tune to me. After coming back from my mission empty-handed and my subsequent debriefing session with Magneto, he knew that I'd need this. I wouldn't go so far as to call us lovers but we do take care of each other. When he finally lets me come I let go with a roaring howl that shatters my senses and hurts my throat. I feel his cum dripping on my thighs from above. All the while I'm stroking the metal dog tag that's hanging from my neck, gently caressing the name of my former lover. I fall asleep with a blissful smile on my face and Logan on my mind.

The pounding waves and bright sunshine wakes me. It takes me a minute to recollect why I'm on the beach instead of my in bed. Oh yeah. Canada. Cold. Running. Logan. Mutants. Toad.

"I know you're awake. Get up." Toad said not unkindly. "We 'ave to run through the plan and make some adjustments, y'know? We still have to get the girl." He ran his fingers through his short, greenish hair and grinned at me. "What 'appened in Canada?"

I knew he'd ask. I keep it short. "Two other Muties showed up and shot it all to hell. I got out of there." Good thing the Brotherhood only has four members total or else I'd be repeating this all day.

"Two Muties? Appeared in the middle of nowhere?" Toad laughs. "You sure?"

I growled with impatience, "Look, you weren't there so back off! The one made a blizzard and the other took a shot at me. I couldn't get the girl, okay?" I hate being second-guessed.

Toad knew me well enough to drop it. He was probably thinking he could have gotten the girl and kicked the ass of anyone, Mutie or human, that got in his way. Maybe he could at that. But that reptile can't take the cold. Talk is cheap. Hah.

"Alright, alright, don't get your knickers in a bunch. I was just askin'. Anyway, we 'ave a long day ahead of us so let's jump to it." With that, he picked me up, cradled me in his arms and leapt from the sandy shore up the craggy rocks to the main building. Sometimes I forget how strong Toad really is. His small frame is so misleading.

On the way to my quarters I thought of Magneto's plan to turn the politically powerful, wealthy and influential into Mutants. It's inspired, really. This was what being in the Brotherhood really means. Humankind has evolved into Mutantkind. Mutants are the evolved species and therefore superior. This is the way it has always been, from the moment mankind made a distinction between walking on two legs as opposed to four. The philosophy behind our group and the X-Men are as different as night is from day. They want to work with the Humans, protecting them from the Brotherhood and those who think like us. We just want Humans to know where their place is in the grand scheme of things. But very soon the debate will be moot. Magneto's plan will turn the world's leaders into Mutants! Things must change in our favor! Wouldn't that be grand?

But then again, I'm sure we'll all find something else to bicker about.

The End