DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN WOLVERINE AND SABRETOOTH
SUMMERY: WOLVERINE GOES SOME PLACE AND OTHER THINGS START TO HAPPEN. JUST SOMETHING I THOUGHT OF A WHILE AGO. NOT SURE IF IT WILL BE CONTINUED. PLEASE R&R!
WOLVERINE'S WEIRD DAY
Logan was not in a happy mood. He always was not in a happy mood, but this time he was in a very unhappy mood. Pissed off is the right word for the mood he was in. He threw on a pair of jeans and a tank top and went down to the kitchen and rummaged through the fridge. After finding some orange juice, Logan plopped onto a stool at the island and drank the juice, while glancing at the kitchen clock on the wall. 8:30 am. That place wouldn't be open yet. He would have to do something for another three hours. Maybe he chase down those kids for what they did or he could work on his martial arts in the Danger Room. Just then one of the students walked in. The boy had spiked brown hair, green eyes, was sixteen, skinny, and was 6 foot 1. He was only an inch shorter than Logan.
"Can you help me with my Russian paper that's due next week, Logan?" the boy asked.
Or he could do that. "Sure, Justin. C'mere and sit down."
After an hour of helping the kid, Logan wondered the halls for the remaining time. He went back to his room and picked up his jacket and headed for the garage. It was time for him to leave. Just has he sat on his bike and put his helmet on, he caught a scent in the air.
"Where ya goin', Logan?"
He turned to Rogue. "Into town for awhile."
"For what?"
"Just some stuff I need to do."
"Oh. Okay. Have fun," she said.
Logan nodded and she left.
Logan revved the bike and tore down the driveway and onto the main road, heading near the end of the county. Soon Logan came to the place. He parked his bike in front of the place and turned it off. He was the only person there. He got off and kicked the stand on his bike and headed inside. The the bell on the door rang as he entered. The place was empty. The young girl who was 18 sat at the desk reading a magazine, bored with no customers. She was also goth. Her blonde shoulder length hair had natural black stripes, black eyeshadow and eyeliner around her blue eyes, black lipstick, She had on a black T-shirt and jeans, and black half-finger gloves. She looked up from her magazine from the bell.
"Logan!" She went around the desk, her magazine forgotten and hugged him. She was a very nice kid. "It's good to see you!"
"Good to see ya to, Maria." Logan hugged her back. "How have you been? How's business?"
"I'm good. Business is good too. Here for another?"
"Yeah," Logan sighed.
"That's the third time this week!"
"I know. It's the damn kids at the mansion that's responsible."
"Alright, I'll tell him you're here," Maria said and disappeared behind the door that was behind the desk.
Logan waited a few minutes and Maria returned.
"He's ready for you."
Logan nodded thanks and she went back to the desk. He went through the door and closed it behind him. He went to the desk ahead of him and sat in the chair in front of it. The man in front of Logan had the back of his chair facing Logan as he put some papers in a cabinet.
"Maria said that you needed another one."
"Yeah, I do, Victor."
Victor Creed turned his chair to his little brother. "Let's get started then."
Victor pulled a folded up cloth from a drawer in his desk and opened it. It held various items in it that were in pockets. Logan extracted his claws. They were bright pink. Victor looked at the claws then him and chuckled. Logan growled in annoyance. The older feral picked up a bottle from its cloth pocket and dabbed some of it onto another piece of cloth. He picked up his brother's hand and rubbed the cloth over Logan's right first claw. Soon the pink was fading and gone from the claw. Victor worked on the other claws. Victor finished the last claw. Once Victor was done Logan retracted his claws and the both stood up. Victor came around the desk and stood beside his brother.
"This is the third time this week Jimmy," Victor said.
"I know, Victor. It's the damn kids at the mansion that keep doing this. They're driving me nuts!" he growled.
Victor stepped closer to Logan and was now in front of him. "Maybe I can help relive you of it."
Logan didn't get to respond because Victor quickly bent down and captured his mouth. Logan's eyes widened from surprise. Victor didn't pay attention to it and kissed him passionatlly. Logan then pulled away. Victor whined at the departure. Logan was overwhelmed. He knew Victor was gay, but he did not expect that.
"I gotta go, Victor," Logan said and walked out. This never happened before.
Victor followed his little brother. Logan reached his bike and felt strong arms turned him around. It was Victor.
"Victor, I gotta go," Logan said.
"Why? Come with me! We'll go some place together!"
"Victor, I can't."
"Got something better to do?"
"Well, no. . ."
"Then come with me, Jimmy! Please!"
"Vic, I. . ."
"Please!"
"What about Maria?"
"Shop's gonna close in a few hours. She'll be fine."
Logan nodded. "Alright, I'll come with you."
Victor grinned and Maria came out of the shop. He turned to her. "I'm going to take my brother out to the city. You can keep the shop open or take the rest of the day off."
Maria nodded. "I'll keep it open. You never know when someone will pop by," she said and headed inside.
Victor turned back to his brother and grinned at him. "Throw your bike in my truck and we'll get going."
Logan nodded and watch as Victor went to get his truck from in back of the store. He was still feeling overwhelmed. Victor parked his truck beside Logan's bike and Logan put it in the back of the truck and got in. He pulled his seatbelt over his broad chest and heard it click. Victor had been watching and grinned at his brother when Logan looked at him. Logan shifted uncomftably in his seat and Victor put the pickup in gear and drove down the main road to the city, leaving the shop called, Creed's Nail Salon.
Sooner or later they entered the city and after ten minutes of driving Victor pulled into the parking lot of a somewhat nice hotel. Logan's eyes widened.
"Oh, hell no!" Logan said.
"Oh, hell yes, Jimmy," Victor grinned again and stepped out of the truck, going to the office of the hotel. He returned to Logan's side a few minutes later. "Get out of the truck."
Logan shook his head.
Victor frowned. "There ain't no one here. Get out of the truck."
"No."
"Get. Out. Now."
"Bite me."
"Now that's tempting."
Logan growled.
"Fine."
With lightning speed, Victor threw the door of the truck open, ripped the seat belt off, and started dragging Logan to the door in front of the truck. Logan squirmed and kicked like a child trying to break free of it's parent's grip. Victor would have none of it. He opened the door with the key and threw Logan through the door and closed it behind him, locking it. Logan got to his feet as Victor walked to him. Logan bolted to the door. Victor grabbed Logan by the back of his jacket and threw him on the bed. Logan moved to get off, but Victor mimicked his movements, not letting him go. Victor then pounced on him, pinning Logan to the bed.
"C'mon, Jimmy. You know you want to."
"I don't want to."
"Yes, you do."
Logan shook his head.
Victor growled at the rejection.
"What are you goin' to do now that I don't want to? Rape me?"
"No. You will let me in."
Victor bent down, kissing his brother gently, trying to get him to respond and want him while he had his hands beneath Logan's shirt, running them up and down his chest. Logan was trying hard not to respond, but the feeling of Victor's lips against his and the feeling of his brother's hands on him was breathtaking. He kissed back and Victor smiled. Soon their clothes were on the floor beside the bed and they were kissing and nipping each other. Logan was still beneath his brother.
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