The Howl of Their Inner Beasts
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Teenagers screamed as they ran through his school, ransacking classrooms and turning over chairs. He wondered what he was doing here. Children filled his yard, some merely on their way to search for candies and others loaded with toilet paper and eggs and ready for mischief. He wondered why he didn't just kill all of them. His claws unsheathed as he felt the first roll of paper go over a tree. He had no time to reach the perp, let alone kick the kid's butt, before lightning filled the black sky. Smirking, he resheathed his claws. He'd let 'Roro deal with that punk alone, but still, he couldn't settle.
There was too much noise. The holiday brought too much chaos. There were too many people on his land, in his territory. A growl started low in the back of his throat and rose as he sensed some one else entering his territory. For the first time all night, Wolverine closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and kicked his booted legs up onto the tests he was supposed to be grading. This was a scent he knew, a scent which he always simultaneously anticipated and dreaded. This was a scent he hadn't smelled in too long a time, and yet, whenever he and its bearer met up, a part of him always thought it was too soon.
He leaned back and at last shut out all the other noises. He felt his enemy's muscles ripple as he moved with stealth onto his land. He felt him pause and sniff the air and spring into action again when he had located his. He would come right to him. All he had to do was wait, but then, Logan knew, whoever encountered Creed on his way to him would not live to tell the tale.
As much as the kids aggravated him, they were still his charges. It was his place to protect them. He stood to go after him and caught a whiff of barbecue. His growl hitched. His eyes closed again, and he ran his tongue over his lips as Creed licked his fangs still a good mile or two away. He had had ribs for dinner that night, and both men could taste them.
Logan's eyes flew open as Creed threw back his shaggy, blonde hair and howled at the Halloween moon. Suddenly, he had no more time to waste. Logan sprinted from his office and through the school. He burst into a full run the moment his feet touched the ground. He was still fully dressed, but he could nonetheless feel the smooth and cool clamminess of the soil beneath his feet as he ran.
The night wind played over his face, but he barely noticed it as it blew his hair and whiskers. His cowboy hat didn't move so much as an inch from its perch on his head. He ran pass students and teachers alike, ignoring all of them. He didn't even notice Ororo and Kitty shaking their heads as he ran pass them. He was a man on a mission, and nothing would get between him and his target or delay him in reaching him ASAP.
He ran. Creed howled. Logan waited until he felt he was primarily out of hearing range of his students, and then he let himself howl. The hairs on his arms stood at alert. This was a night full of magic, a night when the Supernatural beings ran rampant, and he could sense them all. There was a Vampire on the grounds -- He knew it was Jubilee and didn't worry.
But the school and its grounds were also full of ghosts. Spirits floated in the night air, and Logan sensed every one of them as he ran. He'd sent many to their deaths; Creed had sent others. There were only a few that neither of them had ever touched.
Still, as full of the Supernatural as the night was, Halloween wasn't just for the ghouls, goblins, and spooks. It was also a time for the living. People of all ages and walks of life hid behind costumes on this night. Many of them used their masks to do things they would never ordinarily attempt.
But Logan wore a mask every night of his life and every day, too. He was tired of hiding, weary of pretending to be something and some one he was not and never could be fullly. He knew the kids wouldn't understand and that the real him even endangered them. He knew his friends would think him a monster. This was one of those times when he wondered if maybe he was a monster.
But tonight, he didn't care. Tonight, he could be himself. Let the children run amuck. Let them tear up the house or tear down the school. Let them cover the land with toilet paper and end their lives early by being electrocuted by a pissed off Weather Witch. Let them stuff themselves with candy until they puked or scare the beejeezus out of themselves with stupid horror movies.
Let them do what they wanted. He didn't care. Tonight, he wasn't a headmaster. Tonight, the little brats didn't come first. Tonight, for just a few hours, he would stop caring about the world. Logan howled again, and this time, his howl was met.
Victor raised his voice; their howls intermingled together. Then Logan broke through the trees and into the clearing where he waited. Both men smiled, their claws unsheathed, their primal animals shining in their eyes, and every inch of their broad, muscular bodies straining for the release that only they could give each other. They circled each other, still howling.
Creed ran forward first, eager to get into the play; Logan let his claws rip into his denim shirt and take a strip of flesh from his chest. The silver moonlight shone on Creed's deadly claws as he licked the blood from them. Logan couldn't wait long. They had waited for this moment too long already. He needed him, needed this moment to let his inner beast howl. With a roar, he lunged at Sabertooth.
Creed dropped his claws and held his arms out, waiting and at the ready. He grabbed Logan's shoulders as he cut him and held him in place. His blood trickled down his stomach, over Logan's claws, and onto his hand. Creed lowered his head, his eyes still fixed with Wolverine's, and slurped his own blood from his hand. He grinned as he felt the younger man shiver with unspoken delight.
"Ya like that, whelp." Logan didn't deny it, but he didn't admit it, either. He kicked as he struggled to free himself of Creed's gripping hands, but the larger man just snatched him closer. He moved in as if going for a kiss, but instead, at the last moment, he flicked his tongue out from between his own fangs and licked Logan's fangs. Logan caught his tongue and bit down hard. Creed roared inside him, and suddenly, there was no more time.
Wolverine's claws ripped swiftly through Sabertooth's jeans. Their sharp edges nicked his staff. Logan felt as though the entire world around them howled as he watched the blood dripping down Creed's staff, but then he was down, his back pressed roughly into a tree, as Sabertooth removed his pants as swiftly as he had cut through his.
They hadn't done this position in years, but Logan knew what Creed intended the moment he flipped him around as though he weighed no more than a doll. He could have stopped him if he wanted. He could stop him at any second now. But he didn't want to. He wanted him as badly as he wanted him. He needed him to fill him, needed to feel his rage surge into him, needed him to make him whole.
No other man, or woman, could have pinned him naked to a tree. No other would he allow to hold him upside down. But then he never wanted, needed, or yearned for any one like he did for Sabertooth. He thrust his head between his legs and licked the blood from his dick. Creed silenced his own howl by taking Logan's roaring staff fully into his mouth and sucking hard. His fangs grazed his tender flesh, and then he bit as Logan bit him, too.
They howled. They scratched. They bit and chewed. They filled each other again at last like no other ever had, could or would. Spirits flew by them. Some stopped to watch, but the two animals who constantly wore the disguises of men who hated each other didn't care. The entire world could watch, or the Earth could come to a standstill this same night. They didn't care. For a few more hours, as they pumped and grinded, as they came again and again in each other, and the world stood between the veils, they didn't care.
Tomorrow, they would don their masks again. Tomorrow, Creed would return to trying to stop the X-Men and kill all of Wolverine's friends and charges. Wolverine would return to his school and focus again on what was right instead of his true, beastly desires. Tomorrow, they would again play the parts of men on opposite sides of a war, the parts the entire world expected them to play.
But for tonight, they were no longer men. They were no longer enemies. They no longer had to put anything or one else above their own beings and selfish desires. Tonight, they were animals, looking to and actually marking their mates time and again. For this Halloween night, and every likewise night, every time they were alone and no longer trying to stake a place for themselves in a world that wanted neither of them, every time they lifted their masks and let themselves be the savagely loving animals they truly were, they were free.
The End
Teenagers screamed as they ran through his school, ransacking classrooms and turning over chairs. He wondered what he was doing here. Children filled his yard, some merely on their way to search for candies and others loaded with toilet paper and eggs and ready for mischief. He wondered why he didn't just kill all of them. His claws unsheathed as he felt the first roll of paper go over a tree. He had no time to reach the perp, let alone kick the kid's butt, before lightning filled the black sky. Smirking, he resheathed his claws. He'd let 'Roro deal with that punk alone, but still, he couldn't settle.
There was too much noise. The holiday brought too much chaos. There were too many people on his land, in his territory. A growl started low in the back of his throat and rose as he sensed some one else entering his territory. For the first time all night, Wolverine closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and kicked his booted legs up onto the tests he was supposed to be grading. This was a scent he knew, a scent which he always simultaneously anticipated and dreaded. This was a scent he hadn't smelled in too long a time, and yet, whenever he and its bearer met up, a part of him always thought it was too soon.
He leaned back and at last shut out all the other noises. He felt his enemy's muscles ripple as he moved with stealth onto his land. He felt him pause and sniff the air and spring into action again when he had located his. He would come right to him. All he had to do was wait, but then, Logan knew, whoever encountered Creed on his way to him would not live to tell the tale.
As much as the kids aggravated him, they were still his charges. It was his place to protect them. He stood to go after him and caught a whiff of barbecue. His growl hitched. His eyes closed again, and he ran his tongue over his lips as Creed licked his fangs still a good mile or two away. He had had ribs for dinner that night, and both men could taste them.
Logan's eyes flew open as Creed threw back his shaggy, blonde hair and howled at the Halloween moon. Suddenly, he had no more time to waste. Logan sprinted from his office and through the school. He burst into a full run the moment his feet touched the ground. He was still fully dressed, but he could nonetheless feel the smooth and cool clamminess of the soil beneath his feet as he ran.
The night wind played over his face, but he barely noticed it as it blew his hair and whiskers. His cowboy hat didn't move so much as an inch from its perch on his head. He ran pass students and teachers alike, ignoring all of them. He didn't even notice Ororo and Kitty shaking their heads as he ran pass them. He was a man on a mission, and nothing would get between him and his target or delay him in reaching him ASAP.
He ran. Creed howled. Logan waited until he felt he was primarily out of hearing range of his students, and then he let himself howl. The hairs on his arms stood at alert. This was a night full of magic, a night when the Supernatural beings ran rampant, and he could sense them all. There was a Vampire on the grounds -- He knew it was Jubilee and didn't worry.
But the school and its grounds were also full of ghosts. Spirits floated in the night air, and Logan sensed every one of them as he ran. He'd sent many to their deaths; Creed had sent others. There were only a few that neither of them had ever touched.
Still, as full of the Supernatural as the night was, Halloween wasn't just for the ghouls, goblins, and spooks. It was also a time for the living. People of all ages and walks of life hid behind costumes on this night. Many of them used their masks to do things they would never ordinarily attempt.
But Logan wore a mask every night of his life and every day, too. He was tired of hiding, weary of pretending to be something and some one he was not and never could be fullly. He knew the kids wouldn't understand and that the real him even endangered them. He knew his friends would think him a monster. This was one of those times when he wondered if maybe he was a monster.
But tonight, he didn't care. Tonight, he could be himself. Let the children run amuck. Let them tear up the house or tear down the school. Let them cover the land with toilet paper and end their lives early by being electrocuted by a pissed off Weather Witch. Let them stuff themselves with candy until they puked or scare the beejeezus out of themselves with stupid horror movies.
Let them do what they wanted. He didn't care. Tonight, he wasn't a headmaster. Tonight, the little brats didn't come first. Tonight, for just a few hours, he would stop caring about the world. Logan howled again, and this time, his howl was met.
Victor raised his voice; their howls intermingled together. Then Logan broke through the trees and into the clearing where he waited. Both men smiled, their claws unsheathed, their primal animals shining in their eyes, and every inch of their broad, muscular bodies straining for the release that only they could give each other. They circled each other, still howling.
Creed ran forward first, eager to get into the play; Logan let his claws rip into his denim shirt and take a strip of flesh from his chest. The silver moonlight shone on Creed's deadly claws as he licked the blood from them. Logan couldn't wait long. They had waited for this moment too long already. He needed him, needed this moment to let his inner beast howl. With a roar, he lunged at Sabertooth.
Creed dropped his claws and held his arms out, waiting and at the ready. He grabbed Logan's shoulders as he cut him and held him in place. His blood trickled down his stomach, over Logan's claws, and onto his hand. Creed lowered his head, his eyes still fixed with Wolverine's, and slurped his own blood from his hand. He grinned as he felt the younger man shiver with unspoken delight.
"Ya like that, whelp." Logan didn't deny it, but he didn't admit it, either. He kicked as he struggled to free himself of Creed's gripping hands, but the larger man just snatched him closer. He moved in as if going for a kiss, but instead, at the last moment, he flicked his tongue out from between his own fangs and licked Logan's fangs. Logan caught his tongue and bit down hard. Creed roared inside him, and suddenly, there was no more time.
Wolverine's claws ripped swiftly through Sabertooth's jeans. Their sharp edges nicked his staff. Logan felt as though the entire world around them howled as he watched the blood dripping down Creed's staff, but then he was down, his back pressed roughly into a tree, as Sabertooth removed his pants as swiftly as he had cut through his.
They hadn't done this position in years, but Logan knew what Creed intended the moment he flipped him around as though he weighed no more than a doll. He could have stopped him if he wanted. He could stop him at any second now. But he didn't want to. He wanted him as badly as he wanted him. He needed him to fill him, needed to feel his rage surge into him, needed him to make him whole.
No other man, or woman, could have pinned him naked to a tree. No other would he allow to hold him upside down. But then he never wanted, needed, or yearned for any one like he did for Sabertooth. He thrust his head between his legs and licked the blood from his dick. Creed silenced his own howl by taking Logan's roaring staff fully into his mouth and sucking hard. His fangs grazed his tender flesh, and then he bit as Logan bit him, too.
They howled. They scratched. They bit and chewed. They filled each other again at last like no other ever had, could or would. Spirits flew by them. Some stopped to watch, but the two animals who constantly wore the disguises of men who hated each other didn't care. The entire world could watch, or the Earth could come to a standstill this same night. They didn't care. For a few more hours, as they pumped and grinded, as they came again and again in each other, and the world stood between the veils, they didn't care.
Tomorrow, they would don their masks again. Tomorrow, Creed would return to trying to stop the X-Men and kill all of Wolverine's friends and charges. Wolverine would return to his school and focus again on what was right instead of his true, beastly desires. Tomorrow, they would again play the parts of men on opposite sides of a war, the parts the entire world expected them to play.
But for tonight, they were no longer men. They were no longer enemies. They no longer had to put anything or one else above their own beings and selfish desires. Tonight, they were animals, looking to and actually marking their mates time and again. For this Halloween night, and every likewise night, every time they were alone and no longer trying to stake a place for themselves in a world that wanted neither of them, every time they lifted their masks and let themselves be the savagely loving animals they truly were, they were free.
The End
