Beloved Enemy

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Part I Chapter 3 

Wolverine could practically hear the blood pounding in his ears over everything else. It was safe to say that he was truly stunned after all this wasn’t exactly his everyday situation, despite the fact that he’s never had a normal day in his life thanks to his mutation and Romulus and his pawns. True he did expect there to be a fight. Humiliation was nearly a definite thing to occur as it always has, after all this was Sabretooth and the larger feral was always known to be cruel and without mercy for anything living or dead for that matter. But he didn’t under any circumstances expect to be pinned underneath Sabretooth himself with the larger feral mutant’s fangs literally buried in his neck. Wolverine was mildly surprised, despite the stinging pain the bite caused; it didn’t threaten anything important like his arteries that would make it easy for Sabretooth to bleed him from. It was just his flesh, just his muscle.

The bite wasn’t meant to injure or cripple. It was something completely different, completely primal and Wolverine understood the gesture well enough. And that was what had him more stunned than the actual action itself.

What was worse, Wolverine could practically feel Sabretooth curling into him and forcing Wolverine’s every limb to either strain against Sabretooth or to move out of the way. And as the seconds ticked by in this pinned position, it became uncomfortably clear to him what Wolverine’s reaction to being pinned and held in such a vulnerable position was causing in Sabretooth and it was harder to ignore much to Wolverine’s irritation. Wolverine gnashed his teeth together angrily as he shoved down every emotion whispered that fit in the increasing odd and unfamiliar emotions and started to struggle again. After all, Wolverine was always known to struggle in any situation, despite what harm it could cause him. Especially when he’s being restrained like he is now, or at one time when someone close to Wolverine was threatened with death.

He was Wolverine for crying out loud! He wasn’t someone who submitted to no man! To no one! Wolverine already has a girl at the moment, and he’s already had a lifetime of girls he’s bedded more than once.

But… He wasn’t the kind of guy to simply walk away from something that he used to kill to stop. That poor unfortunate girl. Yet, Wolverine did. Despite himself considering her to be a poor girl who got something she didn’t really deserve, Wolverine still felt nothing for her. Was he truly that numb now after everything he’s been through and everything he’s done to make himself more of a man rather than an animal?

Wolverine growled lowly as he realized that his own body was unwillingly curved to Sabretooth’s body, despite his struggling against the larger man; and Wolverine again got to feel just how excited Sabretooth was. Snarling angrily he nearly ripped his own neck out of Sabretooth’s biting grip and yanked as hard as he could to get his arms free while kicking in every direction it was possible to kick in. Determination gave him the energy to do so.

Wolverine heard a loud rumble from on top of him and Wolverine could  nearly felt it as much as he could hear it; Sabretooth was snarling right back at him. Wolverine understood the warning in it as clear as day.

And it was that warning that actually made him still momentarily, stunned for a second and for reasons he didn’t know and didn’t care for. Wolverine would simply claim that it was to catch his breath at struggling as hard as he was. He didn’t want to admit or acknowledge his struggling started to make a dent in his energy, much to his frustration and anger for it.

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One thing Sabretooth could easily say about himself that he had a lot of patience; after all he was a hunter and a very good tracker. He needed patience in order to carry both of those things out and do it properly rather than only doing it partially and sloppily like some would. He took pride in it. Today was one of those days where he’s clearly known for not having enough patients and the little he had was starting to disappear. So it was obvious to himself at least that he was getting tired of the runt struggling against him; Sabretooth knew that Wolverine would enjoy it. If he would just give in to it! But the runt was just too stubborn for his own good just like any other time!

Tightening his grip on Wolverine’s throat, despite the fact that it was nearly torn out of Sabretooth’s hold the second he decided his grip was tight enough Sabretooth pulled back. Sabretooth both heard and felt the flesh start to tear from it, and if the pained sounds he got from Wolverine were any kind indication at all the runt obviously felt it.

Deciding that it was enough of that for now, Sabretooth simply let go completely and shifted enough so that he was practically laying flat on the runt. The taste of the runt’s blood making his mouth water, despite the mouthful he pretty much swallowed. It wasn’t enough, it would never be enough.

“Why fight it runt, I can feel ya reactin’ to me.” Sabretooth purred into Wolverine’s ear almost sweetly, all the while a smile crept onto his lips revealing his bloodied sharp teeth. Not to mention Sabretooth could smell it, they both can. Adding almost on second thought,

“There ain’t no goin’ back you know. Not for us. Not now.” Sabretooth didn’t elaborate further, but then again he didn’t have to. They both understood what those words meant, and it had nothing to do with them taking this step nor was it anything to do with their shared gender or anything else the weak soft-bellied every day person could come up with. This had to do with what they were, with what darkness they had in them. With the fact that they were the same, right down the middle.

So then, why was the runt deciding to fight this so badly? After all what’s taking this step earlier then what it would have been if things progressed normally? After all, Sabretooth was absolutely convinced that it would have ended like this one way or the other, and then things would be better. Things would turn out to be more interesting in the end of everything. So what was wrong with bringing it to that sooner? Absolutely nothing in Sabretooth’s opinion!

Sabretooth had to wonder if this was what Romulus expected when he first started to play around with their lives and nearly everyone in it from people who were close to being friends, people who were lovers and wives, mothers and fathers not to mention doctors and soldiers and least, but not last commanders. Though Sabretooth truly doubted it with good reason, after all Romulus always had the intention of fighting them to the death as he supposedly did with so many other evolution stages to see who the best is and who replaces the position of possible candidate to rule after him when he decides to step down. In the end it became increasingly clear near the end that Wolverine has become the favorite choice, sucks to be the golden pup who yearned for that throne. 'Well, surprise Romulus ol’ boy. It’s out with yer vision and in with the new. An’ the new bein’ us of course.' Sabretooth thought to himself as a wicked expression played on his face as he pressed his body down against the runt’s more forcefully.

The struggling and snarling seemed to have lasted for a good ten minutes or so by now. But that didn’t stop Sabretooth any, he persisted with what he wanted as he put a stop to the more destructive struggling and let the runt struggle as much as Sabretooth was going to tolerate it. The runt would learn and accept that Sabretooth was right and stop fighting it so hard against that darkness that was steadily creeping to the surface since they first met was so close Sabretooth could practically taste it. So let the insufferable runt learn the hard way that this was unavoidable!

Sabretooth ignored how the sounds of the city coming alive could be heard just outside this building that seemed to be a world of its own at the moment. Thankfully it wasn’t close enough to interfere, but it was loud enough to let Sabretooth know that it was around six in the morning. Have they really been scrapping for close to two hours? It wouldn’t surprise him any. Time does fly when you’re having fun after all.

One thing Sabretooth noticed right off the bat though, was how easy this was. Which was funny considering the fact that the runt was one of those people you couldn’t really pin down or control due to his ability to struggle and resist. Yet, Sabretooth managed to do it, which in his albeit slightly twisted mind said something right there. That Sabretooth was right!

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Wolverine snarled and growled loudly as he struggled, though unfortunately his struggling wasn’t exactly paying off the way he would have wanted it too. His healing factor wasn’t exactly working as quickly as he would have liked it to since all of this fighting and the blood-loss he had to suffer from was taxing. It always slowed things down if enough damage was done, and out of all of his enemies Sabretooth knew exactly where the sweet spots where that would cause the most damage at the slowest rate of healing. Well, that was the excuse he so badly wanted to use as the reason on why he couldn’t break free of the psychopath. Wolverine so badly wanted that to be the reason, despite how it was getting rather difficult to even use that excuse as he fought off the reactions he nearly had to every feeling invoked by his own struggling and the friction caused between the two of them with their bodies closer then normal and at a longer length of time then usual.

This wasn’t how things were supposed to go! Especially if they continue to go in the direction it appears to be going rather, then where it normally goes ending with one of them unconscious or nearly dead. But it wasn’t going in that direction and Wolverine rage boiling at the very notion of this situation being out of his hands and against his will. Give or take a bit, it was questionable. There were so many curses he wanted to use against the larger feral restraining him down. But all of it simply came out through glares, growls and snarls with the occasional snapping. In a sense it was still cursing, but in an animalistic sort of way.

After a good ten more minutes give or take, Wolverine finally and reluctantly stopped struggling underneath Sabretooth with a frustrated huff. His hands still held in tight fists trembling with the rage that was simmering in Wolverine. It didn’t stop even as he felt a tongue lap at the healed bite wound Sabretooth made, cleaning the blood from the area which unfortunately made perfect sense. Sabretooth did like the taste of blood; after all you don’t have chronic-bloodlust and not have a taste for it. It was one of those things that the man usually toyed with from years of experience due to the amount of blood that was always spilt or used that very blood to write Sabretooth’s messages of ‘happy birthday’. Criminal records also spelt the same thing out, every time. Wolverine let out a loud rumbling snarl that resonated from his throat.

“Ya know runt, yer really startin’ to remind me o’ a bitch who wants it but don’ want to get mounted.” Sabretooth purred out, the same knowing look still present in his eyes only seemed to provoke Wolverine to a point. He hated it when someone always acted as though they knew something about Wolverine. Unfortunately for Wolverine he felt hips push down against his in a rather insistent manner breaking any concentration when it came to how he hated it when people acted like they knew things they didn’t, and that unneeded action from Sabretooth nearly forced Wolverine to roar in rage at those damnable words and the worst thing was when it came to how this whole thing was playing out thus far; it all seemed to fit if you looked at the animal ratio of the situation added to the fact that they both were feral mutants with the keen senses and instincts of animals.

Wolverine started to struggle again, and Sabretooth chuckled and it was obvious it was because of his struggling. He will kill him! He’ll kill Sabretooth and send his body-parts to the four corners of Earth. Despite the inward threats against Sabretooth, something deep inside Wolverine doubted he would do that.