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“Doesn’t that make you sad?....”
Logan just looked away
Morph sighs, “It makes me sad, Logan.”
Behind them, Lady Deathstrike sits down as Sabertooth starts digging through the items on board, glancing over at Logan and Morph with a smirk.
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They dropped the two criminals off in an open area just outside of the large city that Logan and Morph had picked them up. Lady Deathstrike hopped off first, not saying anything as she walked into the shadows of an alley. Sabretooth moved over to the cockpit leaning over Logan’s seat.
“Don’t think this means we are buddies now, Runt.”
Logan pushed him away not noticing Sabretooth slipping a small piece of paper into one of the pockets on Morph's uniform. Morph noticed, choosing to stay silent as the massive criminal walked away and hopped out the copter.
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Back at the Institute, Logan immediately stalked off to his room, leaving Morph alone. They sat in the kitchen, pulling out bread and some cheese. They make themselves a toasted cheese, before sitting down and staring at their plate. Morph didn't know what to feel, they thought their feelings towards Logan went both ways, but apparently it didn't. Morph sighed, pushing their food away and leaning back in their chair.
Morph stood up, appetite lost. As they stood up, a small piece of paper fluttered to the floor from their pocket. Morph stared at the crumpled paper for a while before remembering that Sabretooth had slipped it into their pocket on the helicopter. They knelt down and picked the paper up, turning it over.
'Call ME SweetHeart.'
"1 234 567 8910'
(this is obviously a fake number)
Morph stared at the paper, not knowing what to think. The writing was obviously blood, probably Sabretooth’s, and the writing was messy and smudged. Morph looked over at the phone before looking back at the paper. “No” they thought, stuffing the note back into their pocket and walking out the kitchen and up to their room with their sandwich.
—-
Morph lay on their bed, looking up at the ceiling, thinking about the day. They didn't understand, Logan had always been there for them. Logan had done everything to get them back from Sinister’s control. When ever they were down, Logan was there. Then why did he act like that, why did they have to look like Jean to get Logan to trip up. Why is it always Jean, why cant Logan love them?
Morph sighed and sat up, their eyes drifting to their discarded clothes from the mission, to the pocket that held Sabretooth's note.
Maybe they could make Logan love them, the man always loved to chase what he couldn't have after all.
—--
Morph couldn’t believe they were going to do this. They took a deep breath as they dialled in the number. The phone rang once…then twice before a gruff, far too familiar voice answered.
“Hello Sweetheart. The runt still not wanting ‘ya, huh? Don’t worry, if you come to the Milestone Motel, I’ll treat ‘ya right” Sabretooth said before the call ended.
Morph stared at the phone for a while, trying to comprehend what Sabretooth just said to them. They knew the motel that Sabretooth was talking about, it was one that was on the east side of the city. The place was a rundown hunk of junk across from a bar that drunk go to sober up and druggies went to sell their products. Of course Sabretooth would be there.
Morph looked towards their ruined uniform. The tears from where Logan had stabbed them stared back at them.
Morph throws the phone onto their bed as they stood up and walked over to their closet. They pulled out their favorite outfit and got dressed, it was a simple one but Logan once complimented them while they were wearing it. Morph grabbed their wallet and headed out. They stopped by Logan’s door, hearing snores coming from within, but then continued on, changing their appearance to appear like a normal human as they leave the Institute.
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The bus stopped and Morph hopped out. They scrunched up their nose as the foul air hit him. This part of town was a shit hole, full of drunks and druggies.
What were they thinking, coming out here to meet up with Sabretooth, of all people?
Morph was pulled out of their thoughts as the bus drove away, spilling oil filled exhaust at them. They coughed and fanned the smoke away as the bus drove off.
“Well its too late to back out now.” They thought to themselves as they started to head towards the motel.
They walked for a few minutes before reaching the motel. The place looked even worse than they remember. Morph looked around, starting to regret their decision when a heavy arm wrapped around their shoulders.
“I knew you would come crawling, Sweetheart.” Sabretooth whispered into Morph’s ear.
Morph jumped slightly and pushed Sabretooth away. The large mutant was in normal clothes…well normal compared to whatever his villain outfit was. He was dressed in a long sleeved flannel shirt which was unbuttoned to show off his (very muscular and hairy) chest, wearing ripped jeans that was far too dirty to have been washed recently and he was barefoot. Morph tried their best to not look at Sabretooth's chest, but their eyes kept drifting down.
“Sabretooth.” Morph greeted, already feeling their face heat up at the sight of the other's chest.
“Please, call me Victor while we are out of uniform, sweetheart.” Sabre…Victor said, his hand coming up to caress Morph’s cheek. Morph slapped his hand away.
“Ayy! Watch it!” They said, trying to ignore the growing blush on their cheeks.
Victor makes a growl sound, grabbing their chin and forcing them to look up at him.
“Now now, Sweetheart. Don't be so feisty.” He said, pulling Morph into a rough kiss.
Morph ‘s eyes widened as their lips met Victor’s. They tried to push him away but the man was too large for them to move. After a few seconds, Victor pulled away, smirking.
—---
Morph didn’t know how it happened but they were now on a motel bed with Victor pinning them down, their lips intangled. Morph let out a soft gasp as Victor’s tongue forced its way into their mouth, they knew that they should push him away but they found themselves enjoying it too much. By the time Victor pulled back from the kiss, Morph was gasping for air. They looked up at Victor, who smiled down at them as he started to pull their shirt off.
Morph’s eyes went wide as they felt Victors rough hands moving on his stomach and chest. “W-wait.” they stummered out, grabbing victor’s arms.
Victor just growled and continued removing Morph’s clothes, leaning down and kissing their neck. Morph gasped at the sensation of Victor’s rough lips on their neck, trying their best not to arch up into Victor’s touch. Before they knew it, they were naked. Their blush deepened as Victor started to undress. Victor couldn’t help but stare as Victor undressed, feeling themselves becoming more aroused by the second.
“Like what you see, Sweetheart?” Victor said, leaning down and running his tongue up Morph’s chest, earning a gasp from them.
Before Morph could answer, Victor pulled their legs up, making them straddle him. Morph let out a strangled noise as Victor’s length pressed against him.
“What’s wrong, Sweetheart? Embarrassed?” He said, grinning maniacally, allowing Morph to see his fang like canines.
Victor looked Morph up and down, his eyes focusing in on their crotch.
“You’re a shapeshifter, right. Does that mean you can have a cunt or a dick whenever?” Victor said, his hand travelling down Morph’s stomach.
Morph let out an embarrassed noise at the question, but gave a small nod which earned them a crazied smile from Victor.
“Well then, this will be funner than I expected. You ready for me, Sweetheart?”
Morph took a deep breath and nodded, trying not to gasp at the feeling of Victor’s fingers prodding their ass. It wasn’t like they hadn’t had sex before, but it was the first time doing so in their true appearance rather than their made up “human” look. Victor chuckled as he reached over to grab lube from the nightstand.
Morph made a small gasp at the cold feeling of lube touching him. Victor responded by crushing his lips to theirs as he pushed his length into them. Morph let out a moan into Victor’s lips as they felt he filled them up. Victor wasted no time and started to violently thrust into them, grabbing into their hips. Morph let out strangled gasps and moans, grabbing onto Victor’s arms, as they get fucked. Victor leaned down and bit into Morph’s shoulder, earning a pained cry from them. Victor continued, his claws digging into Morph’s hips and drawing blood. Morph felt themselves going blank as the pain and pleasure started to overwhelm them. Victor went on, thrusting faster and finding more places to sink his teeth into. By the time he cums, Morph’s neck is littered with bleeding bites. Morph collapsed on the mattress as their own organism washes over them, letting out a small whimper as Victor pulls out of them.
Morph was breathing heavily as Victor lay down next to them and pulled them onto him, making them straddle him.
“Come on now, Sweetheart, we still have all night. Now why dont you give yourself a cunt for me to properly fuck.”
Morph managed to catch his breath as he shifted his form, making Victor grin.
“That's a good girl.” He said, running his fingers along Morph’s newly formed pussy lips, making them shiver.
Victor tightens his grip on Morph’s hips, lifting them up and then slowly lowering them onto his dick. Morph let out a gasp at the sudden intrusion. They hadn't had sex while using female genitals before so the feeling was new. They didn’t get time to adjust to the sudden fullness before Victor starts to thrust up into them, nails cutting into their hips. Morph grabbed onto Victor’s chest as they started to gasp and moan, feeling dizzy from the pain and pleasure.
Victor managed to hit a spot inside them that made Morph see stars, cumming immediately. They felt Victor cum inside them, filling them up with warmth before pulling out. They collapsed against Victor once he let go of their hips, breathing heavily.
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Logan looked up from the fridge as the Institute's main doors slam shut. It was late at night so he wasn't sure who would be coming in. He had come down to get some food but was now curious about who was walking in. He walked to the main foyer to find Morph stumbling in. Logan went up to them to ask what they were doing out so late but stopped when he saw the marks covering Morphs neck. The scent of who did it hit him soon after.