Alright so usually I put these at the end because I don't like to spoil things, but I feel as though it might be necessary for this story.

I'm going to just start off right here and now with the whole "Your kink is not my kink, and my kink is not your kink, and that is okay" thing. Logan and Victor are brothers via the origins movie story, only with a blonde furry Victor, there may or may not be a creepy black coat though. They're both going to end up in a relationship with Rogue which is rather incest-y. It'll all be explained how they're together in the story so I won't ruin that for you, but it's going to be a thing and it's not really that big of a surprise. If this will in any way offend you, just turn back here cause I don't particularly want to hear it. If it makes you feel better to pretend they're not really related, go for it. Ignore when they call each other brother, I won't be offended. Still I don't want to "hear" anyone bitch about how the whole relationship is wrong. Some people like gore, I do not so I don't read those things, you don't read things you don't like.

Rogue starts out fourteen but nothing happen-happens until later.

Now if you have any legitimate problems with my writing, like spelling errors or continuity errors or something of that like, let me know. I don't use beta's so it happens that things aren't perfect. If you feel someone's out of character sure let me know, but be polite about it. I didn't say nice I said polite. Telling me I messed up is different then telling me I'm shit. I say this only because the last account I had on here I'll admit to getting butt hurt and it made writing a whole lot less fun one chapter in.

To put it simply for people who stopped reading somewhere at the top. Warning: Incest. If you don't like it don't read it no one is holding you hostage.

To the rest enjoy the story, let me know what you think.

I own nothing blahblahblah, Marvel does, blahblahblah.

Rogue frowned as she lagged behind the trucker who insisted this was a city. This was a large rest stop at best. Her little town had been more impressive than this; it looked like a couple buildings and parking lots along a strip of road. Nothing spoke to people actually living here. Still this bar was probably her best chance at obtaining any food, and quite possibly her only chance. Hopefully no one would care she was too young to be in a bar. She was probably too young to even be in the parking lot, but still she moved inside tugging at her hood nervously as she came to a crowd. This was a lot of people, this was too many people, but she at least needed some water, anything to put her in stomach so she could keep going.

Her eyes found the center of everyone's attention: the cage. She stopped abruptly as two people were carried out of the fighting ring and found two other men inside who were being hailed as the winners. Then it was time for the next fight and the announcer was shouting, "Do we have another team to take on these beasts?! The Wolverine and Sabretooth!" Rogue's eyes moved to the two men, and instantly nibbled on her lower lip. Both were well muscled, the shorter one had black hair and was chewing on a cigar while he waited in the corner, his hand against the chain-link wall, and the taller had shaggy long blonde hair. Both looked wild, and Rogue found herself moving around trying to get better looks at them.

The taller moved over near the shorter and Rogue could see them both at the same time easily now. Only it was then her green eyes were found by the blue eyes of the taller one, and he grinned. He grinned and Rogue was pretty sure she could see fangs. In that moment she was both scared and curious, but scared won out and she scampered off towards where the bar was in hopes of something to put in her stomach. She moved around people the best she could, trying not to touch any of them too much even though she was covered. It still made her heart race, and coupled with the look the man had given her it felt like her heart was an agitated bird that wanted out of its cage.

She made it after what felt like forever of moving around people instead of pushing by. Once she sat down she garnered the full attention of the barkeeper who insisted gruffly, "Ya ain't getting any alcohol girl."

"I just want some water please," Rogue said trying to keep her southern accent quiet even though please still sounded like pah-lease. The man looked at her for a long moment before relenting and getting her a glass of water.

Another fight started up in the cage and Rogue couldn't help but fidget in her seat before leaning up to try and see what was happening. There was a flurry of fighting and bodies, and Rogue actually stood up to see better. Someone nearly flew into the chain-link and Rogue tried to see around the man who was in the way of the two she was really trying to look at. Only this time both of them were looking at her and the taller one pointed at the ground in an obvious "sit" motion, the kind you used on children, and she sat nearly instantly as she noticed claws. The dark haired one put down the other man in the cage with them while she sat stunned.

Then in a flash they were punching each other and the announcer sounded frantic telling them to "calm their shit" but whatever they were fighting over seemed to be settled just as quick, and the man with black hair put his hands up in surrender and the blonde one walked out of the cage. However the black haired one turned on the announcer who sounded even more frantic to get a contested in there, then seemed to correct himself and called for two contestants. Rogue realized her mistake a little too late in watching the cage and started to look for the blonde one only to find him right next to her.

She almost fell off the barstool but he grabbed her arm righting her quickly and firmly. Rogue's heart nearly stopped and she whimpered up at him trying to pull her arm away but not flee. Something in her told her running was a very bad idea, but he was touching her and if even the smallest bit of his skin touched hers then it'd happen again!

Victor watched the girl carefully, scenting her better from so close. On top there was fatigue, fear, and worry, it was just barely masking the sweet smell of apples and honey and goddamn sunshine. This little thing smelled like sunshine, this frail was barely more than a child and he just wanted to eat her up. He let her arm go and the fear and worry subsided bit by bit. He moved closer, and her worry returned and he whispered to her, "Wha's the matter lil' one?" His voice was rough and held a growl to it, and her eyes couldn't seem to hold his after he spoke.

She looked at his claws, then up at his eyes, then back down, and she couldn't help but feel the smallest bit of hope that he'd understand. She whispered, "Mah skin…"

He wanted to touch her skin as soon as she said it, but he was stopped by the look of hope in her eyes when she glanced back up at him. Hope. He'd never seen anyone look at him with hope. Okay, maybe the hope that he wouldn't kill them, definitely not the hope that he'd understand them. He moved and sat on the stool next to hers, and decided it was the nicest thing he'd ever done for anyone but Jimmy. At the same time he decided it was also one of the cruelest, sitting next to this little cub because she wasn't going to be getting away if he had his ways. He looked her over again, before tugging down her hood so he could see her face better. It was then something more became apparent. She had these white columns of hair right in the front, the rest of it a rusted brown color, and coupled with her explanation that her skin was the problem she just screamed mutant. Like him and Jimmy, but not. Judging by how little she was, she was new at it… and as his eyes drank in her face he frowned because no one was taking care of this little one.

She smelled like heaven and no one was even feeding her.

Logan was going to have to deal with it. With a new pack mate.

Victor pulled her hood back up to keep her safe and looked over at the bartender insisting, "Two burgers, a beer, and a…" he looked at her for a moment before saying, "Sprite." Frails her age drank that sort of thing right?

"Ya pissing off Logan again?" The bartender asked as he pulled up a beer bottle and set it in front of Victor.

"No it's for the frail," Victor said pointing at the girl next to him.

The bartender frowned looking at Rogue for an even longer time this time. Rogue dipped her head, embarrassed, but she didn't miss the man next to her scrape his claws against the bar in agitation until the soda was put in front of her. She glanced to the side to see the blonde man looking at her and then glanced over to where the bartender moved to use a grill that was down off to the side. When she looked back she whispered, "I'm Rogue." His lips twitched up and Rogue smiled a little before taking a sip from the staw.

"Which one do you think I am?" Victor asked leaning closer to her. It would look as if he was just interested but he really wanted to smell her more. She smelled different now. Not afraid. Warmer.

Rogue looked towards the ring, letting the straw out of her mouth, before saying, "I think you're Sabretooth."

"You're right," He purred. Then his attention turned and found Logan leaving the ring, looking very displeased.

He was. He was pissed. His brother always got to scent out the good ones first. Next time he was gonna pop his claws into his side. Worse the woman next to Victor smelled happy. Happy. What kind of shit was his brother pulling that someone smelled happy around him? Logan got up close glaring at his brother for a moment before his eyes fell on the… not woman. Girl. Little, small, amazing smelling… little girl! Logan snarled at his brother gritting out between his teeth, "The fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Feeding her," Victor said with a shrug, and a smug grin.

Logan looked at the girl; she couldn't have been older than fourteen, and his heart clenched to see her frowning. She couldn't stay though. Not in this bar, not around Victor, and not around him. Taking a deep breath, which was a terrible idea because now he knew she smelt like apples, he told her, "Darlin' we're not nice men, you shouldn't even be in here."

Victor cut Rogue off insisting, "She hasn't eaten in days, yer gonna tell her she can't have a burger? I even ordered you one." After drinking in this cub he was going to have to do some serious hunting and he didn't want to spoil his appetite with human food.

Rogue watched the two of them, hoping they'd settle this, and even if she had to leave immediately after eating that she'd at least get to eat. She really hadn't eaten in days and she could smell the burger cooking from here and she already decided she wasn't above crying because she was really hungry. The dark haired one faltered and Rogue jumped in, saying, "Please, ah promise ah'll leave as soon as ah'm done eatin'."

Victor grinned as Logan looked completely devastated at the sound of her voice. He shifted around like he hadn't seen him do in years, before growling and sitting on the other side of Rogue insisting, "Fine eat yer burger." Victor patted the kid's back smirking at her as she smiled brightly at him, Logan just grumbled and reached across stealing his own beer from in front of him.