Okay I had another one hit me. Yes I know I have unfinished ones, and blame the blockage monster - and a few real world blockages - at least the creative juices are flowing in some direction.

Summary: We all know that the most successful hunters, serial killers, and psychopaths hide in plain sight, successfully blending in with normal society. Logically, Sabretooth should follow that trend. I've written him in a normal environment before, but not like this. 25 years after Origins, Origins Sabretooth/Victor CreedXOC. (Yes that puts him 'working' during X1, I am assuming the events of X1 took place over spring break, and that Creed has some control of how to alter his appearance so he is not 'recognized' in his 'day job.')

Disclaimer: I don't own them, no really I don't. I swear I make nothing off of this except the satisfaction to get some sick stuff out of my head safely.

A little darker side of the X-Men comes out in this, but I've always considered Xavier a master manipulator.

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He released her hands slowly, hoping the rage was finally gone. Her arms slipped around his neck, pulling him to her, her lips gentle on his in one of her kisses. He groaned, hands resting on her hips, uncertain exactly what to do. He could smell her, the fear, the rage, the pain just under the surface and he knew if he took control it would hurt her again.

"Kathy, please..." He whispered, not even realizing exactly what he was saying. "...I don't know what you want, I don't know what you need."

"I want you. I need you. Nothing else matters." She whispered, her head resting on his shoulder.

"I don't know if I can be everything, give you everything you need." His arms wrapped around her, involuntarily.

"As long as you are with me, we will figure the rest out together." She whispered. He stroked up and down her spine, the soft supple feel of her shirt made him take a second look. She was wearing his extra hunting shirt, the one he'd just made. It smelled like him, without the blood. He'd made it from the hides from her hunting trip, and he realized it belonged on her.

He picked her up by her hips, feeling her legs wrap around his waist, as her head rested on his shoulder, her soft breath brushing his the scar she'd marked him with. He could feel need surging through him and he turned and walked to the bed. He suddenly felt something he'd only felt a few times...fear. He didn't want to hurt her, he could smell how much she needed him and he was afraid he would break her if he took what he wanted, not physically, he'd proven to himself she could take him, but somehow he was worried about how she was feeling, and he didn't want to break her spirit.

He laid her gently on the bed, her hands never unclasping from his neck as his body covered hers. She was wearing nothing but the shirt and his hands brushed the soft doeskin up from her hips, her skin velvet under his fingertips.

"Victor?" She whispered and he smelled salt but this time it was from her.

"What?" He managed not to growl it at her.

"Are you going to leave me here?"

"No. I had no idea you didn't like it here, Darlin' or I never would have left you in the first place. I just wanted you safe." He looked down at her, swallowing his fear, and looking into her eyes. He could read her fear, but something else, something that made him feel small and insignificant but as tall as a mountain at the same time.

"I only want to be safe with you, and away from these damned kids." She laughed a little at the last.

"They are noisy." He agreed, watching her smile. He leaned down and brushed her lips with his again, he wasn't sure what to do next but from her scent, and the way her mouth opened to him, he knew he'd made a right move. He kept his movements slow, straining every bit of control he had as she kissed him. He wanted to take her, right then, wanted to thrust deep and mark her again as his, this time with his seed deep in her belly, but she seemed to want something else, and somehow he wanted to give her what she wanted.

She finally let him breathe, and he rubbed his thumbs over her bare hip bones, not really sure what to do next.

"Promise me, you'll take me with you, next time you go." He heard the plea in her voice, and his chest tightened. She never had to beg, not from him...not now...now she was his mate, and something more. She had somehow managed to find something in him that didn't want to rend and tear and destroy, and pulled it kicking and screaming to the surface. And he had no idea what to do with it.

"I'll do better than that..." He wanted to put the breaks on his mouth but somehow it ran away with him. "From now on, kid, its just you and me. We make decisions together."

"Really?" She gave him a look that said she had more humor than doubt in her mind.

"Really." He rolled over, pulling her with him so she was on top of him, straddling him and he could feel her moist heat even through his leather pants. "Marry me, kid."

"What?"

"You heard me." He wasn't about to say those words again.

"Yes." She whispered, leaning down to kiss him, her way again. He groaned as his hands slipped under the leather and up her bare back, whipping the shirt off as she sat up to breathe. He grinned as she sat back, the grin turning to a growling moan as she ground her hips against him.

"Kathy." Her name came out strangled. "I don't know how to do this..."

"Do what?" She asked but he could see the gleam in her eye. Oh she knew...

"Take it slow." He purred it, and basked in her scent as her arousal spiked.

"Then let me show you." She purred back and he moaned again, this time as his pants were released, and he felt the dry heat of her hands wrap around him. He moaned louder as she slowly lowered herself onto him, and rocked softly until she had him firmly seated at the entrance to her womb.

He lost track of thought, and the only fleeting one he would later remember, was that he needed to let her do this more often.

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She stretched as she opened her eyes. She was curled onto the hollow of his body, his arm draped over her protectively. She snuggled closer as he grumbled in her ear.

She heard the noise that woke her up again, someone was knocking on the locked suite door. She tried to pull away from him but he pulled her closer. She could feel him pressed against her back, and knew he wasn't going to listen to reason again.

She heard the key in the lock as he did. He sat straight up and almost shoved her behind him on the bed.

"You have company" Logan growled, "you might want to get dressed."

Victor just nodded, and waited for Logan to leave.

"Stay here, I'll deal with Fury." He snarled the name.

"No. We agreed to do things together, and I need to face Fury myself."

"Kathy..." He started, but she wasn't having any of it.

"Either together or not at all.". He growled for a moment, but nodded his head. He reached for the leather pants on the floor. "No. Wear a suit, it will throw him off."

She jumped out of the bed and ran across the suite to her room. She grabbed a dress out of the closet and quickly pulled herself together. She debated a quick shower, but decided she liked his scent on her skin, and if Fury could smell the sex on them, then he'd be even more uncomfortable. He didn't hold a leash on Victor, now, and if she could keep him off balance, he never would again.

She pulled her hair up into a tight, professional bun, and put on some of her rarely used makeup. She heard him whistle from the door.

"Damn, woman, you clean up good." She grinned at him, the tailored suit fitted him perfectly.

"Let's do this.". He held out his arm and she took it with exaggerated care. His chuckle vibrated through her body. After last night, she felt more confident with him. He couldn't hurt her, the bond wouldn't let him, she was safer with him than she'd been her entire life, now if they could only find someplace safe for both of them to live their life.

Fury was standing in the study, his back to the door, looking out over the grounds.

"I need you in Belize in six hours..." Fury started as he turned. She hid her smile at his surprise when he caught sight of her.

"Nick Fury, my finance, Kathy Gracefield." Victor said with perfect courtesy. He could hear the purr of satisfaction in his voice. She could smell the change in Fury, see the slight change in the set of his shoulders as if his position wasn't as secure as he thought.

He just nodded at her, his single eye glinting in suppressed rage. "Belize?" He turned his gaze back to Victor.

"Not without some re-negotiation.". Victor said as he made himself comfortable in one of the leather easy chairs of a conversation group. She sat down in the other, her fingers resting inches away from his on the table between them.

"Nego...you know I could throw your ass in jail, I'm sure I could find some reason to put your little playmate...". He didn't finish. Victor moved from relaxed to full combat mode in a split second.

"You even look at her funny, Fury, and SHIELD will be looking for a new director." His hands were around Fury's throat and Kathy watched beads of sweat break out on his ebony brow.

"I suppose there is some room for negotiation." Fury croaked as Victor set him down on the floor.

Victor took his seat again and looked at Kathy. She smiled at him, then turned to the disgruntled man in front of her.

"What are the current terms of Victor's employment?"

"One thousand per mission completed, five hundred bonus if completed early, and with no ripples." Fury said, rubbing his throat.

"That absolutely will not do. Victor, what is your normal, non-government rate?" She never took her eyes off Fury.

"One hundred thousand per kill.". He stated bluntly. "With a one million dollar retainer for continuous work."

Fury sputtered. "We're a government agency, we can't pay that."

"Half his normal rate, or two thirds his normal retainer, or we sever the contract with SHIELD and go with the highest bidder." She said. Fury sputtered again.

"Impossible, besides, I still have dirt on him." Now he was grinning.

"Actually, you don't. The charges from 7 years ago aren't prosecute able now and the only other thing you might have on him, he did under orders from you, so..."

Fury sat down on the sofa of the grouping. "Letting your woman talk for you, Creed?"

"She seems to know what she's doing.". His fingers moved to cover her hand on the table.

"I can do ten thousand per mission, or a one hundred thousand retainer." Fury stated, through clenched teeth.

"No deal, that barely covers his expenses for one mission." She glared back. She managed to hide her jump of surprise when there was a loud beep from Fury's coat. He pulled out a phone.

"Fury."

"Give the girl the phone, you SUCK at negotiations." She heard a male voice on the phone. Fury handed her the slim black phone. She clicked the speaker function.

"Who is this?" She asked.

"Tony?" Victor said.

"Hey, Vic, long time.". She looked at Victor. He grinned at her and she could smell relief. "So, my offer is your regular rate plus ten percent plus accommodations for you and your girl there."

"Working for Stark Industries? - don't think so." Victor said.

"No, for my Avengers Program. Its kinds like the X-men without as many rules."

Kathy spoke up. "Any kids running around?"

"No, we'd put you in a cottage on the grounds, with full access to the motor pool for transportation."

"Cottage and a car and you've got a deal." Victor said.

"When can you be in California?"

"Next week."

They both glared at Fury but he just shrugged. "Stark can pay more, but you'll still be doing work for us. Welcome to the Avengers."

A/N

Yes this is actually the end... I may continue their adventures with the Avengers but I've got another actually more complex storyline working in my head - again.