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Killers in the House
Title: Killers in the House
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: X-Men
Character/Pairing: Wolverine/Sabertooth, Professor X/Magneto, Cyclops/Jean
Rating: PG-13/T
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comicdrabbles: #119: Notorious
Warning(s): Crack!ish
Word Count: 314
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Marvel Comics and Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.
"Logan," Scott speaks evenly through clenched teeth, his hands balling into fists at his sides, "this is not what I had in mind when I said you could bring guests."
Logan tugs lightly on the leash he's holding as he meets the rising anger of his supposed leader with a smirk. "Don't recall askin' fer yer permission, One Eye."
"I know we have had our differences, Wolverine, but you can not bring a notorious killer into this house!"
"I do what I wanna. Besides, the Prof already has a killer in his bed."
"Whatever may be between the Professor and his guest -- "
"Magneto. The man who stripped the adamantium from my bones and has tried to kill us all multiple times."
"Whatever is between them -- "
"This ain't Mexico, and you ain't my boss. You want me to stay here, fine. I'll stay. But Creed comes with me."
Scott stares, his mouth working, jaw and hands clenching and unclenching, as Logan leads a wiling Sabertooth on pass him and toward his bedroom. He never thought he would've seen the day when Creed went willingly on anybody's leash, let alone when Wolverine would endanger them all by bringing his own arch nemesis into the school's hideaway. His red eyes flare behind his ruby quartz shades, but before he can follow them, a calming hand presses gently down upon his chest.
"Let them go," Jean advises, her tone as calm as her touch.
"But -- "
"Let them go," she repeats, and then she smiles mischievously. "Besides, I think they may be onto something." Scott stares, open mouthed, at the leash and studded dog collar his wife holds before him. She just smiles and laughs, knowing he'll be as obedient for her as Logan's man is for him and hoping they can have at least a tenth of the passion she already feels radiating between the others.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: X-Men
Character/Pairing: Wolverine/Sabertooth, Professor X/Magneto, Cyclops/Jean
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge:
comicdrabbles: #119: NotoriousWarning(s): Crack!ish
Word Count: 314
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Marvel Comics and Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.
"Logan," Scott speaks evenly through clenched teeth, his hands balling into fists at his sides, "this is not what I had in mind when I said you could bring guests."
Logan tugs lightly on the leash he's holding as he meets the rising anger of his supposed leader with a smirk. "Don't recall askin' fer yer permission, One Eye."
"I know we have had our differences, Wolverine, but you can not bring a notorious killer into this house!"
"I do what I wanna. Besides, the Prof already has a killer in his bed."
"Whatever may be between the Professor and his guest -- "
"Magneto. The man who stripped the adamantium from my bones and has tried to kill us all multiple times."
"Whatever is between them -- "
"This ain't Mexico, and you ain't my boss. You want me to stay here, fine. I'll stay. But Creed comes with me."
Scott stares, his mouth working, jaw and hands clenching and unclenching, as Logan leads a wiling Sabertooth on pass him and toward his bedroom. He never thought he would've seen the day when Creed went willingly on anybody's leash, let alone when Wolverine would endanger them all by bringing his own arch nemesis into the school's hideaway. His red eyes flare behind his ruby quartz shades, but before he can follow them, a calming hand presses gently down upon his chest.
"Let them go," Jean advises, her tone as calm as her touch.
"But -- "
"Let them go," she repeats, and then she smiles mischievously. "Besides, I think they may be onto something." Scott stares, open mouthed, at the leash and studded dog collar his wife holds before him. She just smiles and laughs, knowing he'll be as obedient for her as Logan's man is for him and hoping they can have at least a tenth of the passion she already feels radiating between the others.
The End