Reformed Sinner or Expecting the unexpected

Lina: - thanx hun ;) yeah, I kinda like to put the characters through hell and back *shrugs* it's vhat I do ^^



WARNING! : Bondage ahoy..sort of. This was written in about half an hour, I'm sorry it's short and I'm sorry it's rough around the edges. If ANYONE wants to beta please contact me on the email adress thats available on my profile, I would be most greatful.



Chapter Eight



The moon was full. Logan smiled, trying to resist the childish urge to howl at it, and took a long deep breath. There was somthing pure, something clean about the scent of the pine forest that skirted the edge of Xaviers Institute. It was what he needed, a chance to escape into the wilderness, a few moments to be feral without fear of someone getting hurt. He'd decided to come here, away from *them*, in an attempt to figure out the...the emotion he had seen in Kurts eyes when he'd apologised for the kiss. Logans face went hot in the cold night air but he pushed embarresment aside as he walked, utterly silent, through the forest.



Could it be that Kurt had...*enjoyed* the kiss? Logan had put the Nightcrawlers reciprocation down to shock, it must have been a purely instinctual reaction...but if that was so why had there been a brief flicker of pain in Kurts eyes before it had been covered with a smile? Why had he *smelled* hurt and - Logan stopped. His keen ears picked up the tiniest sound, it was then that he realisied how quiet the forest was. No wind rustled the leaves, no animals scurried across the forest debris.



Dropping into a low fighting crouch, Logan proceeded forward, following the tiny sounds to it's source. Victor Creed was sat, cross legged, on an outcrop of rock, whittling a piece of wood. Logan brushed hard against the bark of a tree, the rough scratch assuring him that this wasn't a dream. He took a step back, gauging the distance before launching himself at the assasin. Whilst Wolverine was mid air, Sabretooth turned to face him, catching him almost easily and the two tumbled from the rock and onto the moss strewn floor. Logan snarled, Creeds arm across his throat, pinning him to the floor, the assasins free hand pressed against his hip,



"Much as I wanna rip your face off and eat it -" His face wrinkled with distaste as he continued, "-we've...got...to talk" He ground out,



"What are you doin out here?" Logan gasped, planting a booted foot against Creeds hip, pushing hard enough to roll them both over - Logans hands round Creeds throat, the shaggy man trying to press his thumbs into Logans eyes,



"Baldie knew I was goin nuts in that room -"



"Waddya mean *goin* nuts?"



"-so he let me out. He knows I ain't goin nowhere...I got intrests here-" Logan yelled as Creeds sharp teeth sank into the tender flesh of his wrist, loosing his grip for a moment he found himself pinned beneath Creeds bulk, both hands held above his head in one of Creeds. Wolverine snarled, feeling a large powerful hand pin his leg down, strange fingers splayed across his inner thigh. Creed frowned down at him, "did you know Wagners in love with you?" Sabretooth nearly laughed at how quickly the fight went out of Logan, the Wolverine going all but limp under his hands in suprise,



"Liar" Logan growled, without much conviction,



"Why would I do that?" Creed replied, the hand on Logans thigh squeezing in frustration - Logan tried to ignore the sudden rush of warmth that pulsed through him, "God knows why I'm tellin *you* this, considerin Wagners a sweet piece of ass but he's a whiney, miserable bastard piece of sweet ass because of *you*" Creed snapped, feeling Logan straining against him, trying to break free. Sabretooth undid his belt with his free hand, using it to tie Logans hands to a tree root. He smirked when the Wolverine unsheathed his claws, embedding them harmlessly in the wood, "now, y'gonna stay and y'gonna listen, runt" He leant down, looking right into the Wolverines eyes - pushing aside vivid memories of *that* dream as he did so, "you're gonna talk to the elf and you're gonna sort whatever it is and he's gonna stop whinging like a brat in my ear every five minutes, got it?" Logan strained against the soft leather that bound his wrists but it wouldn't snap and he couldn't reach it with his claws,



"Fuck you, asshole" He snarled - hearing the echo of his words in the dream, shaking his head in an attempt to get rid of the lust riddled thoughts - tilting his head away from Creed as much as he could...forget it Logan you sick fuck, you can't get turned on by the likes of Creed - "Let me go"



"I could just leave you here, y'know" Creed smirked a little, "point Nightcrawler in your direction...that'd be interestin'" Both of them were suprised as Logans cock perked up, straining through the fabric, "Like that idea?" Creeds smirk widened as he watched Wolverine - *the* Wolverine - squirm beneath him, pressing down with his hips Creed barely managed to stop the motion, "want Wagner should come find you out here, hmm? Want him to fuck you whilst you're all tied up?" Logans eyes narrowed as he looked up at the assasin, one of his worst enemies, licking his lips before replying,



"Only if you're watchin, bub" The answer startled both of them and they stared at each other for a long moment, Creeds grin slowly vanishing. He lowered his head slowly - expecting a retribution of some sort, a headbutt or a bite or *something* - and breathed deep of Logans scent, his nose gently bumping against the soft skin just behind the Wolverines slightly pointed ear - rage, cigars, that piss poor canadian beer, a scent that reminded Creed of Wolves all warmth and wild, and...*lust*, real, unabashed, unashamed, wanting, willing, damn near begging lust. Creed moved back a little, just enough to look into Logans eyes. The Wolverine made a very wolf like motion with his head before their mouths clashed. An open mouthed kiss passed between them, the sound of their panting breath echoing around the little clearing. Logan groaned long and low as he strained against the belt that held his arms above his head, arching almost totally off the ground as Creeds claws sliced through his clothes to prickle against the taunt skin of his sides. Logan threw his head back, feeling the assasins sharp teeth nipping - hard enough and just stopping short of drawing blood - at his throat, moaning wantonly and grinding his hips up as much as he could. Creed tore off the Wolverines pants, not caring for the material ripping, cupping Logans aching hot erection through the flimsy fabric of his boxers,



"Mmm not bad" He smirked,



"Shut the fuck up" Logan laughed breathlessly - suprised to hear the humour in his tone - before starting another kiss, their tongues duelling together wetly as Creed tore away the boxers, grasping him firmly in rough, calloused hands, stroking him demandingly hard. The canadian groaned into the kiss, hips pistoning into the sure touch - every single nerve on fire and concentrated entirely on his rock hard cock,



"Ask me for it" Creed growled, breaking the kiss to bite into Logans shoulder,



"Don't - oh fuck yeah like that - push your luck, b-bub" The Wolverine ground out, the muscles in his arms straining as his hips snapped up into the tight grip, pleasure skittering from his cock and the new burn in his shoulder and he was so close...spiralling...but it was...just out...of...reach, "Oh fuck!" Logan yelled, desperation lacing his voice. His next groan was almost a scream as Creeds tongue explored the swirls and curves of his ear before whispering,



"Come, damn you" Logans froze totally as he came in long, pearly white streams, moaning wordlessly, eyes squeezed shut. When he opened them it was to see Creed licking the evidence from his hand, watching him with wide gold feline eyes before reaching up to undo the soft leather belt that still held the Wolverine in place,



"What the fuck was that?" Logan asked, rubbing the life back into his wrists,



"Does it matter?" Creed asked without looking at him, doing up his pants. Logan nearly winced but he hadn't expected anything like warmth from something like Creed...didn't look like he was gonna get it either. The assasin faced him and Wolverine wondered at the miniscule trace of sadness in Sabretooths scent, "just talk to the german alright?" He said firmly, though his voice was soft. Logan frowned as the other man turned away, rising to his feet to stand behind the much taller man. He could see Creed was trembling, ever so slightly and the canadian doubted it was because of the cold. He ran his hands over the broad expanse of muscle that was Creeds back, before they slipped around to the assasins chest, Logan rested his cheek in the well between Creeds shoulder blades, pressing himself close to his back...they were both suprised when Creed hugged Logan back.