Reformed Sinner or Expecting the unexpected

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Chapter Eleven



"You fucked him, didn't you?"



"I *told* you to talk to him for fucks sake" Creed snarled as claws sharper than razors whisled through the space where his face had been only seconds before. Logans weight crashed against his shoulder, baring the both of them inexorably to the ground. In a mess of claws, teeth, fists and blood they tumbled down the steps that lead out into the lush grounds of Xaviers institute. Creed was pinned beneath the adamantium frame above him as Logan brought both hands down in a double fisted punch, emphasising each word with a blow,



"Didn't - exactly - give me - a chance - didja - asshole?" Logan snarled as his fists were caught, throwing him off balance and making it easy for Creed to roll over, delivering a full blown punch to Wolverines stomach, driving the wind from him before pinning his forearms to the ground,



"I gave you a couple of days" He said in a tone that would have been reasonable if it wasn't for Logans knee making a sudden, swift appearance in his crotch. Wolverine rolled them over, SNIKT -



"You dirty, liein, rotton, mother fuckin, son of a -"



"What are you hurt more about, huh? That I got the elf first?...or that the elf got me?" Creed panted, straining his neck back at the prickle of claws beneath his chin, bracing himself for the inevitable...that...didn't...happen...his gaze slid down from the sky - the last thing on earth he *really* wanted to see...well...maybe - to Logans face, seeing a familiar, questioning scowl. SNIKT, the claws were gone, though the fist remained up, Logans mouth opened, a question on the end of his tongue and -



"What the hell is going on here?!"



"Oh shit" Logan groaned, rapidly sitting back on his heels and trying not to sink his head guiltily as Ororo stormed over, hair flying wildly. Creed pushed himself up onto his elbows,



"Just a bit of early mornin trainin before breakfast, 'Ro" Logan said, tone dripping in guilt as he rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. Stroms eyes snapped to the assasin, an eyebrow raised questioningly. Creed crossed his ankles, smirking in reply, and picked at the grass. Ororo's finger was stiff and unforgiving as she pointed at the mansion,



"Get inside, *right* *now*, this is *not* setting a good example to the children. If you want to spar, do it in the danger room like everyone else" She did a passable impression of Logans growl and Creed had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing as they stood, brushed themselves off and headed towards the kitchen for breakfast, leaving the Weather goddess fuming on the lawn...neither one of them was willing to make eye contact in case they started laughing.



~*~



"Fuck me"



"What?"



"You heard" Creed looked up from the cereal he was currently eating to see Logan gazing at him intensly, one eyebrow rose slowly in silent challenge. Logan wondered briefly if he'd made the right choice before he was slammed back against the wall, "Jesus Christ, easy, Creed" He gasped before he was kissed roughly, hearing his clothes being torn away,



"Gotta do it before you change your mind" Creed growled against his mouth, running his hands frantically over bare flesh, flattening coarse chest hair and finding already peaked nipples. Logan writhed between him and the wall, unsheathing his claws and - "don't fuckin dare" The assasin snarled, "you rip these clothes I'll burn yours" He wrenched the Wolverine away from the wall, turning to slam him down against the breakfast table, plates and forks rattling - the jam pot commited suicide over the edge as Logan made a noise half way between laughter and a growl,



"What? This your best armarni bub?" He grinned, popping the buttons off the assasins shirt until Creed snarled and tugged it over his head impatiently,



"Only shirt I got" He growled - Logan had a split second to react before a slick finger was pressed against his entrance, swirling around it teasingly as Creed lowered his head to worry a stiff nipple through pointed teeth. Wolverine snarled, fisting one hand in Creeds hair, the nails on his free hand leaving dark marks over Creeds shoulderblade,



"In me -" Logan threw his head back as Creeds finger slid in past the tight ring of muscles, probing deep, twisting and searching for - "FUCK!"



"Gotcha" Creed smirked against Logans skin, pushing forward with his finger, purposefully massaging that little bundle of nerves and grinning as Wolverine writhed and bucked beneath him, only relenting a little to slide in a second finger. Logan felt his hands tighten against Creeds biceps, nails digging in and cutting through tender skin,



"Fuck...what are you - oh fuck *harder* Creed"



"Butter" The assasin murmured absent mindedly, his free hand braced against the table as he flipped the Wolverine over, ramming his fingers back in and watching Logans fingers scratch at the tablecloth, desperate for something *anything* to ground himself with, "ready?"



"YES!" Logan growled, hips thrusting against the hard wood before Creed shoved straight into him, both of them groaning in relief,



"Gonna fuck you so hard you'll feel it for a week" The assaisn snarled, grasping Logans hips, pulling and pushing him in tight controlled movements. Wolverine whined, moaned and yelled, unable to control the pace and wanting oh so very much more and - they both looked up at a soft sound as the sliding door that led out onto the porch opened and Kurt stepped in,



"Oh shit" Logan groaned, fingers scrabbling at the table in an attempt to push himself up - Creeds hand flattened against the small space in between his shoulderblades, pinning him to the table, never once stopping the powerful thrust of his hips. Unable to stop it Logan moaned, open mouthed and eyes still locked with Kurts until the Nightcrawler looked up at Creed, walking towards the table - Logan couldn't see their expressions clearly. Logans face was on a direct level with the teleporters as Kurt leant down, the serious expression vanishing in a heavy lidded grin,



"About time, herr Logan" He breathed softly before Logan was kissed. Wolverine groaned, opening his mouth to an inquisitive tongue that flickered lightly against the roof of his mouth before falling to duelling with Logans in a ferocious kiss that only served to hieghten the tightening feeling in his belly. Creeds hand turned over, raking four identical red marks down Logans back and illiciting a shudder. Logan broke the kiss, pushing himself up onto his arms, staring into the yellow of Kurts eyes as he jerked with the power of Creeds thrusts, his mind trying to focus on the 'why' whilst his body was spiraling unstoppably towards orgasm. Victor Creed was fucking him and Kurt - who was now sat on one of the kitchen chairs, pulling out his hard cock and stroking it - was watching,



"Harder" Logan breathed, not sure if the command was levelled at Kurt or Creed but moaning - head falling back as the assasins thrusts sped up, barely pulling out at all just little bunny fucks that made lights dance behind the Wolverines eyelids,



"Beautiful, isn't he?" Creed whispered behind him, one hand sliding down Logans stomach to grasp his hard cock, pumping it in time with Kurts strokes,



"Yeah" Logan breathed back, voice almost a whine, heavy lidded eyes following the movements of Kurts three fingered hands on the stiff blue cock he'd dreamed about for so long, "fuckin hell yeah" He moaned, jaw slack as he panted for breath, Creeds teeth on his neck, Creeds cock pumping in and out of him now, hard, fast strokes,



"Gonna come" The assasin snarled,



"Yeah, oh fuck yeah Creed *please*" Logan shuddered, coming hard as the assasin squeezed his cock, watching Kurt through the white light as the Nightcrawlers spine arched and he shot his load over his hand and part of the table. Wolverine gasped, shuddering, hands slamming down on the table in a brief attempt to keep himself upright before his elbows gave out, feeling the assasins seed pour into him, wrenching a whimper from his throat as Creeds hips thrust in last reflexive motions. Kurts eyes opened slowly, re-focusing on Logan after a long moment,



"Ve really, really need to talk"



~*~



Sabretooth grinned as he woke, the scents of his lovers, his pack, his mates, assailed his senses - Kurt with his brimstone, home sure, warm bread, soft vanilla scent and Logan with his beer, cigars, wilderness, pine and earth scent. After the talk - and fuck what a talk it had been - they had somehow become entangled on one of the sofas in the kitchen, Logan on top of Creed and Kurt - the more flexible of the three - tangled in betwen them, tail, legs and arms everywhere. Shifting inch by inch, so as not to wake them, Creed slowly extracted himself from the tangle and stood up. Even in sleep the pair shifted, closer to each other, hips grinding together, arms wrapping tighter, legs tangling - Creed smirked as Nightcrawlers tail snaked around one of Logans thighs, causing the Wolverine to sigh...Nightcrawler looked good, hair mussed and wearing Creeds shirt which seemed huge on his tiny frame but somehow his pert backside remained exposed. Logan beneath him was wearing only his pants, one hand tangled in the blue curls of Kurts head, the other, possesively splayed against the elfs thigh, that delicate skin just below his ass. Creed smirked, shaking his head and wondering what emotion to feel first as he buttoned up his pants, carefully flinging his fur cape over the pair before making his way out of the kitchen, via the sliding screen that led out into the grounds of Xaviers. He stretched, smirking a little at the sight of the rising moon and shivering as the cold night air caressed the bare skin on his chest, turning his head a little at the feel of a small warm hand trailing over his shoulder, down and round his waist, a short form pressing against his back,



"Fat ass" Logan growled affectionately against one of Creeds shoulderblades,



"Lazy fuck" The assasin replied in much the same tone, suprised to hear it coming out of his mouth even as the Wolverine slipped around, looking up at him, "God..." Creed smirked, one hand flat against the small of Logans back, pressing them closer, fingers splayed,



"What?" Logan asked, an amused light in his eye as he tilted his head back,



"I never realised how short you were before...all these years I've been gettin my ass kicked by a midget" The Wolverine laughed, resting his forehead against Creed chest,



"Nah, you're just a giant" Logan couldn't keep away a grin at the sound of Creeds laugh, deep and easy,



"Follow the yellow brick road -" Their laughter - one indignant, the other gently teasing - was cut off by the sound of a scream. They shared a brief glance before both of them started running. Over the grounds and through the forest, to the very edge of Xaviers ground. There were three students, pale faced and terrified, two of them laying flat against the ground whilst the remaining student held onto their legs, grounding them,



"Reach for us, Lia!" They were both calling,



"What's goin on?" Logan asked, skidding to a halt and laying flat against the ground, Sabretooth right by his side,



"We were mucking around and Lia went over" A tear streaked student explained. Both adults looked down to see a girl of about twelve, clinging to the rocks by her fingertips, her skin changing camellionic colours out of sheer panic. Sabretooth reached down - his arms longer than Logans and the childrens - but the girl was still a few too many centimetres away,



"Fetch Kurt" Sabretooth growled, still straining to reach, "he can get her" Logan nodded, patting his shoulder as he rose to his feet,



"Don't do anythin stupid" He said firmly before darting off between the trees, hearing Creed's expletives following him for a long while. Logan ran, ignoring the crackle of forest debris beneath his feet. Kurt was still asleep when he ran into the kitchen, curled up tightly in Creeds cape and smiling slightly as he dreamed, "Kurt, Kurt, you need to wake up-"



"Don't bother!" One of the students from the cliffside ran in, looking enraged and fresh tears flowing down her face, "Lia's dead anyway!" She yelled,



"What?!"



"Lia! She's dead! Sabretooth murdered her!" The girl yelled, dashing from the room as the assasin stepped in, carrying the limp little form in his arms, his face ashen and solomn,

"I didn't kill her" He looked up, "but I did break her arm"