I saw X-men Origins-Wolverine and loved it (went 5 times, I has no life -_-) This isnt really that well thought out, just wanted to put some ideas out there. There will be more than one chapter and possibly some sex. My opinion: There needs to be more Yaoi and funnies with these characters!

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The feral man sniffed at the air, taking in the scent of his prey. He moved further down the tree for a better view point.

A tall muscular man in a black sleeveless shirt walked along the path towards the camp. He stopped and listened as he heard a rustling off to the side. He sniffed at the air. Nothing. He passed it off as just the wind and continued on his way, unaware of the predator down wind of him.

The predator dropped lightly to the ground and extended his sharp claws to full length. A short run on all fours had him close behind his target. With a beastly growl he leapt and bore the prey face down to the ground.

"Dammit Victor!" Said James Howlett (a.k.a. Logan) as he lifted his face from the dirt, a scratch on his forehead quickly healing over. Victor Creed chuckled as he lay atop his little brother.

"Gotcha again Jimmy."

"Wont happen again, now get off!" Victor rolled off his brother and attempted to rise, but was tackled fiercely by Logan. The two beastly men grappled in the dirt, with Victor quickly gaining the upper hand. It was a scene that they had played out many times over the years of their long life together, with one difference, they now had an audience.

"Must be mating season." Remarked Wade Wilson. That brought a chuckle from the others, who had heard the commotion and come to check on the "beast brothers" as they were so affectionately called by the other members of team X. Both brothers immediately stopped what they were doing and got to their feet. Victor placed a glare of hatred over Wade.

"If it were you'd be the last to know." more laughs.

"Don't let us spoil your bonding moment." Said John Wraith. "Continue." Logan shoved him roughly as he walked past into the camp.

It was getting late and they had a long day tomorrow. Stryker had brought them here to Africa on a mission, something about locating a mine.

As the sun started to dip below the horizon, Fred Dukes started up a fire to cook their meal. Stryker had already retired to his tent for some quality time away from his rowdy band of mutants.

The group sat around the fire not worrying about security, for the ears and noses of Logan and Victor were enough.

Wade came out of his tent with two large bottles of whisky.

"How tha hell'd you get those past Stryker!?" John asked incredulously.

"Easily." Replied Wade. He sat down beside the teleporter, on one of the logs they were using as chairs, and handed him a bottle. John undid the cap and took a swig, then he handed the bottle over to Fred, who took an even larger swig. Wade passed his bottle over to Logan, who hesitated, then took it.

"I don't think Stryker would appreciate us getting drunk before a mission." He said as he took a small swallow.

"Ah what he doesn't know wont hurt."

"Anybody know what were doing here anyway." Logan asked.

"Locating a mine." Fred said in his usual few words way.

"Ya, but what for?"

"Jesus Jimmy just do the job and quit asking questions." Victor said as he took the bottle from his brother.

"Anyway, changing the subject, haven't heard much from the Hobbit." Wade said directing his attention to the young man sitting across from him "where you from anyway?" Chris Bradley looked up confused, he opened his mouth to speak but no more sound was emitted than an "Umm..."

"C'mon Wade leave the kid alone." John scolded.

"What Im just curious, he doesn't talk much."

"You talk too much." Victor put in. Victor and Wade began bickering back and forth. Glad to have the attention diverted from him, Bradley reached for the bottle of whisky and like Logan took only a small swallow.

An hour or so later saw Logan dizzy and Victor and Wade full out drunk.

"Hows about I give your pretty little nails a manicure." Wade was still taunting Victor about his claws.

"Love ta hear what comes outta your mouth when my pretty little nails rip your face off."

"Ooh, bag ladys angry. Aaah!" Wade ducked behind Dukes as Victor stumbled towards him growling menacingly. Logan grabbed him from behind and pinned his arms at his sides.

"Easy bro, I think you've had enough to drink."

"You don't tell me when I've had enough you..." Victor struggled against his brothers hold, they both lost their balance and fell to the ground.

"We gonna be out here a while, throw another log on the fire." John said to Dukes, who went over to Wade, took the log he was sitting on out from under him and tossed it on the fire.

"Just a hunk, a hunk of burnin wood." Wade started to sing loudly, butchering an Elvis Presley song.

"Aaaarrg!" A scream from the side.

"You're My bitch Jimmy! My bitch!" The company turned in time to see Victor dry humping Logan. There was an eruption of laughter, howls and wolf whistles. Further chaos ensued.

"What the hell is all that noise..." Everyone froze. Stryker paused at the scene in front of him. Victor on top of Logan, Wade with his fingers up Zero's nose, Zero trying to push him off, John and Dukes leaning on each other sniggering, and Bradley in the middle of it all looking quite petrified. Stryker turned back toward his tent and waved his hand at them. "Get to sleep, now." The camp was silent for a moment. Logan took the opportunity to deliver an elbow to Victors head. The feral man collapsed on top of him. Logan rolled him off, got up and started to haul his brother towards their tent.

"Wait wait wait!" Wade said excitedly. "This is the moment I've been waiting for, hold on." Wade stumbled into his tent, and a moment later stumbled back out with something in his hand.

"Wade." Said Logan, his tone heavy with warning. "Your drunk and your not thinking properly."

"Good, cus Id be too pussy to do this if I was."

"C'mon man it aint worth it." John said.

"Oh yes it is." The others watched in disbelief at what the drunken Wade was doing. About a half hour later they were in their tents, trying to get to sleep. And failing. Wade was still awake in the tent he was sharing with Bradley, giggling madly. He had tried to use a flashlight to make shadows but Bradley turned it off with his powers. A few hours later he finally passed out. The rest soon followed.