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katleeptTitle: Creed's
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: X-Men
Character/Pairing: Victor Creed/Logan
Rating: R/M
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1_million_words Weekend Challenge: "Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer."
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 1,012
Date Written: 2 April, 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Marvel Comics and Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.
It's been a long time since he watched the Godfather movies, but the quote they made infamous is drifting through his mind when he comes back around to consciousness. The smells of Spring, everything from fresh grass and baby animals to ragweed and thick pollen, are drifting in from the open window. There's no noise from the city, because they are hundreds of miles from the nearest town. No bird even dares to chirp, because Creed's marked this place well. They know if they open their tiny, little mouths when he doesn't want to hear them, they'll be his next snack.
He stretches leisurely, muscles rippling. The afternoon sunlight shines on the fangs sneaking out from underneath his lips. Every part of his body sings with the soreness that only one man can give him, and he always makes him deliciously sore for a little while after they've been together. It doesn't matter if they're just fighting. Creed always enjoys the warm, tight feeling that follows inside of him, and last night, they did some of it all.
He rolls onto his side, vaguely aware that a broken rib is still mending, and looks at the man who brought the quote to his mind. Logan's hair is turning gray, he realizes not for the first time. They're growing old, but they're not growing old together. He still remembers when he thought they'd live side by side for well over a hundred years. They've lived the time, but they haven't spent nearly enough of it together.
They can't stay together for long. He's actually rather surprised the runt hasn't tried to sneak out on him yet. He usually does, and Creed lets him go the morning after each of their romps. He lets him believe he's asleep and he doesn't know he's leaving him again. He grins wide, knowing the only reason Logan's still asleep is because he wore him out that damn well last night.
Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. It's been said a hundred times and by even more people. It's been quoted by people being paid to say the words and said by people whose biggest worry was if they'd get the shift they wanted over Betty Sue. It's been said by runts that can't even begin to imagine what a real enemy is. But the real kick in the pants is that, for him and Logan, the adage swings both ways. They are both friends and enemies and everything in between.
And yet, he can remember when he only wanted Logan to be his friend. He recalls too well when he wanted the pup to admire him and how excited he secretly was the first time Logan let him ride him. But they weren't to last, at least not steadily. Men like them weren't built for love. They were built for war, for battle, and for savage, wild fucking like animals.
They are animals just as much as any of the beasts that run through this little forest and far deadlier. It pains him still to watch Logan letting Xavier pretend to tame him, but he knows he's not tame. He'll never be tamed. No matter how much he tries to be the good dog, the savage wolf will always howl again.
Victor's green eyes slant a feral glower down at his partner. They're not meant for love, he reminds himself, but in these quiet moments, when no one's looking, even Logan, he can imagine what it would feel like to love. If he did love, it would be Logan he chose, and if he ever wanted to settle down, it would be with Logan. Nobody else can come close to matching him in ferocity, strength, or endurance. Nobody else will ever come close to being his equal.
The pup sure ain't still, but sometimes, he likes to pretend in secret. He likes to think that Logan might accidentally stay, that maybe this time he won't turn his back on what he is and they are and go running back to Xavier, but Sabertooth knows, deep down, he always will, because Xavier offers him something he can not. Creed knows that it's only meant to be the two of them in this world and that two men like them don't belong in a group, a team, a family, or any other kind of pack. But Xavier makes Logan bend over backwards for his little team of mutant superheroes and calls them a family. Xavier offers Logan what he wants, what Creed can not, and makes him believe he has it when Creed knows he never will.
He grunts, and his pupils narrow as he realizes Logan's beginning to shift. He's coming around just a little bit behind his usual schedule. Creed leans down and, following pure instinct, brushes his lips in a surprisingly gentle move over Logan's still mouth. Logan's eyebrows twitch. His mouth opens, and Creed takes advantage of the moment.
He's not gentle. Gentility is weakness. His father taught him that long ago just as he was taught he's going to have to take by force anything in this world he really wants. What he wants most of all is Logan. He knows he'll never get to keep him another night, but he'll be damned if he won't take another morning with him.
He slams his mouth down onto Logan's just as the younger man's eyes begin to crack open. They shoot wild. Creed rolls on top of him, straddling him and using his weight to pin him to the bed. When he feels Logan begin to fight, he snaps at his mouth with his fangs and embeds his claws in his wrist, penning his arm to the headboard. Friend or enemy, lover once in a while or for longer, one thing Logan is is his, and he never lets go of what's his until he's damn well ready to. Creed's growl is silenced only by his tongue plunging deep into the runt's mouth as he takes him again in the light of day.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: X-Men
Character/Pairing: Victor Creed/Logan
Rating: R/M
Challenge/Prompt:
1_million_words Weekend Challenge: "Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer."Warning(s): None
Word Count: 1,012
Date Written: 2 April, 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Marvel Comics and Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.
It's been a long time since he watched the Godfather movies, but the quote they made infamous is drifting through his mind when he comes back around to consciousness. The smells of Spring, everything from fresh grass and baby animals to ragweed and thick pollen, are drifting in from the open window. There's no noise from the city, because they are hundreds of miles from the nearest town. No bird even dares to chirp, because Creed's marked this place well. They know if they open their tiny, little mouths when he doesn't want to hear them, they'll be his next snack.
He stretches leisurely, muscles rippling. The afternoon sunlight shines on the fangs sneaking out from underneath his lips. Every part of his body sings with the soreness that only one man can give him, and he always makes him deliciously sore for a little while after they've been together. It doesn't matter if they're just fighting. Creed always enjoys the warm, tight feeling that follows inside of him, and last night, they did some of it all.
He rolls onto his side, vaguely aware that a broken rib is still mending, and looks at the man who brought the quote to his mind. Logan's hair is turning gray, he realizes not for the first time. They're growing old, but they're not growing old together. He still remembers when he thought they'd live side by side for well over a hundred years. They've lived the time, but they haven't spent nearly enough of it together.
They can't stay together for long. He's actually rather surprised the runt hasn't tried to sneak out on him yet. He usually does, and Creed lets him go the morning after each of their romps. He lets him believe he's asleep and he doesn't know he's leaving him again. He grins wide, knowing the only reason Logan's still asleep is because he wore him out that damn well last night.
Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. It's been said a hundred times and by even more people. It's been quoted by people being paid to say the words and said by people whose biggest worry was if they'd get the shift they wanted over Betty Sue. It's been said by runts that can't even begin to imagine what a real enemy is. But the real kick in the pants is that, for him and Logan, the adage swings both ways. They are both friends and enemies and everything in between.
And yet, he can remember when he only wanted Logan to be his friend. He recalls too well when he wanted the pup to admire him and how excited he secretly was the first time Logan let him ride him. But they weren't to last, at least not steadily. Men like them weren't built for love. They were built for war, for battle, and for savage, wild fucking like animals.
They are animals just as much as any of the beasts that run through this little forest and far deadlier. It pains him still to watch Logan letting Xavier pretend to tame him, but he knows he's not tame. He'll never be tamed. No matter how much he tries to be the good dog, the savage wolf will always howl again.
Victor's green eyes slant a feral glower down at his partner. They're not meant for love, he reminds himself, but in these quiet moments, when no one's looking, even Logan, he can imagine what it would feel like to love. If he did love, it would be Logan he chose, and if he ever wanted to settle down, it would be with Logan. Nobody else can come close to matching him in ferocity, strength, or endurance. Nobody else will ever come close to being his equal.
The pup sure ain't still, but sometimes, he likes to pretend in secret. He likes to think that Logan might accidentally stay, that maybe this time he won't turn his back on what he is and they are and go running back to Xavier, but Sabertooth knows, deep down, he always will, because Xavier offers him something he can not. Creed knows that it's only meant to be the two of them in this world and that two men like them don't belong in a group, a team, a family, or any other kind of pack. But Xavier makes Logan bend over backwards for his little team of mutant superheroes and calls them a family. Xavier offers Logan what he wants, what Creed can not, and makes him believe he has it when Creed knows he never will.
He grunts, and his pupils narrow as he realizes Logan's beginning to shift. He's coming around just a little bit behind his usual schedule. Creed leans down and, following pure instinct, brushes his lips in a surprisingly gentle move over Logan's still mouth. Logan's eyebrows twitch. His mouth opens, and Creed takes advantage of the moment.
He's not gentle. Gentility is weakness. His father taught him that long ago just as he was taught he's going to have to take by force anything in this world he really wants. What he wants most of all is Logan. He knows he'll never get to keep him another night, but he'll be damned if he won't take another morning with him.
He slams his mouth down onto Logan's just as the younger man's eyes begin to crack open. They shoot wild. Creed rolls on top of him, straddling him and using his weight to pin him to the bed. When he feels Logan begin to fight, he snaps at his mouth with his fangs and embeds his claws in his wrist, penning his arm to the headboard. Friend or enemy, lover once in a while or for longer, one thing Logan is is his, and he never lets go of what's his until he's damn well ready to. Creed's growl is silenced only by his tongue plunging deep into the runt's mouth as he takes him again in the light of day.
The End
