Pairing: 2 Logan x Victor

Prompt: 15 Person A watches Person B have sex with Person C (with angst)

Rating: M for language, graphic sex, incest, and violence (this is a fic about Sabretooth, it's pretty much what you'd expect)


"Harder!"

"Shut up."

I grinned darkly in smug satisfaction. The runt couldn't go any harder—not with a frail at least. But if that were me on my hands and knees, taking his dick, he could go as hard as he liked. As hard as I liked, even. My smirk turned into a scowl, and I kneaded my claws into the tree branch I perched on. He could have everything he needed from me. I was everything he needed, just not what he wanted.

"Lo—"

He pushed her face down into the mattress, muffling her shout as he relentlessly fucked her through her third orgasm. And it didn't look like he'd be stopping anytime soon. He'd need another whore—another couple of them—at this rate. I toyed with several possible courses of action in my mind while I watched them through the second story window.

I could do nothing. Let him fuck and fuck until he finally settled for a half-assed and ultimately unsatisfying orgasm. Let him reaffirm once again that these frails just weren't doing it for him and never would.

I could join the fun, make it a party. Make her scream real loud before I ripped her throat out for touching my property, but I planned on doing that anyway. Make him watch though and make him suck me off afterwards. Now that sounded like a good ole time.

Or I could do nothing and stay here to watch. The runt belonged to me, but I did like to watch him. Watch the way his muscles flexed and his hips snapped forward. Watch how frustrated he got at having to hold back so he didn't hurt the dumb cunt. Couldn't watch like this when it was just me and him.

He finally picked her up off the bed and slammed her down over the vanity, ass up in the hair and head twisted awkwardly to the side to avoid getting knocked against the mirror with each thrust. I realized I got an even better view with the help of the mirror, which let me see his face too, the way his lips had drawn back over his teeth in a snarl.

I whistled low and quick, a sound only he could catch. His rhythm stuttered, but only for a moment. He was too far gone to stop, even when he spotted me through the mirror. I grinned widely to show off my own fangs and waggled my fingers at him, letting my claws catch on the moonlight. He snarled but didn't look away, and I jumped from the brach to the balcony, landing silently on my feet.

He popped his claws on one hand with a warning growl, but the soon-to-be-dead bitch didn't even notice. I smoothly straightened back up and placed a hand over my heart in mock hurt at his less than welcome greeting. He didn't put his claws back in, but he didn't stop or tell me to leave either, so I leaned against the balcony. His gaze turned more interested when I spread my legs, but he looked away in forced disgust when I pulled out my already hard cock to give it a few lazy strokes.

I snorted. He could act like the sight of my cock disgusted him all he wanted, but that wouldn't erase the memories of him begging for it against his own, in his hand, down his throat, balls deep in his ass. I knew those memories still lingered in his mind, even after he'd forgotten everything else. The first time we'd seen each other afterward, he still knew my name. He still got all hot and bothered when we fought, which must be a real problem for him in all that black leather. I briefly wondered how he explained that to his fake friends. His sleeping body even still accepted my warmth whenever I curled up around him at night, no matter how angry he acted in the morning.

And sure enough, it only took him a few seconds to glance back. I gave him another sharp-toothed grin and canted my hips toward him. He actually shook his head at me, like he could say no. I growled, and the cheap hooker finally realized I was there.

"Does your—friend wanna—ahhh, join?"

"No." Jimmy snarled.

"C'mon, Jimmy." I cooed. "Sharing is caring."

He shook his head again. "No!"

"You ain't gonna get what you need from her." I told him. He turned his head around and really looked at me in desperation, and I tugged harder on my cock. "You know I can give it to you, baby boy."

He looked torn for a second, but then I won in the end. I always did. He pulled out and shoved the dumb cooze toward the bed, stalking over to follow her. I circled around the bed, enjoying the way he watched me, half-assertive like he wanted to fight and half-wary like he wanted to run. Everything about him was just so fucking delicious, even that damn morality of his. I'd corrupt him through and through one of these days, and he would be my ultimate achievement in life.

"Don'cha wanna share?" The cockslut slurred when I came up behind Jimmy.

I chuckled nastily. "Him and I ain't sharing you. We're sharing him."

Jimmy tensed up when I spit in my hand and slicked up my cock, but he always got virgin jitters before we did this. Not my fault I couldn't loosen him up. Going in without any prep would hurt less than me putting my fingers in him, that's for damn sure.

"Lube's over there." He grunted with a pointed look.

I sighed loudly, but I indulged him anyway out of pointless sentiment. Maybe now he would see what a good big brother I was, always doing what was best for him. Once I'd coated my cock with the slick, I pressed up behind him, shoving him down a little and kicking his legs open. For all his snarling, he didn't twist away when I lined up to his entrance, and I shoved in deep with one hard thrust.

Jimmy grunted in pain and fisted the sheets, his hips only grinding into the worthless twat beneath him instead of thrusting. I pulled out and slammed back in, starting the fast, hard kind of pace the frail only wished she could keep up with. It only took me a few seconds to find his prostate and start abusing it with every thrust, but he acted so shocked when I first hit it that I was almost offended. I dug my claws into his hip and gripped the back of his neck with my other hand, yanking him back to me as I pounded into him. Not that I really needed to, since he rocked back into every thrust.

Poor, deprived runt barely lasted a minute before he lost it with a roar, clenching and jerking beneath me. I shoved my cock in as deep as it would go and rocked it back and forth, working him through it. I held back from coming, because contrary to popular belief, my self-control was far greater than the runt's. I just wasn't burdened with false illusions of humanity.

When he came down from the high, I reached around and pulled the slut up by her hair, then tore out her throat with my claws. Jimmy started thrashing, but I used my body weight to pin him down on top of her while I came in his ass.

"Oh, did I forget to mention?" I breathed in his ear when I finished. "I'm a sociopath, and I don't share."


A/N: Okay, so literally no one asked for this, but in the spirit of Victor Creed, I'm giving it to you anyway whether you like it or not. I just really love (the Origins version of) Victor, especially shipped with Logan and/or Marie. Preferably both, but this takes place before Logan picks her up. If you want to, imagine this happens in the same universe as m stories.

I also have a much, much longe fic already written, if anyone is interested in that. It hits on a few prompts, including spanking, but it's mostly for #14: Person A has to crossdress for some cliche reason and Person B finds out they like it...they really, really like it. So would anyone be interested in that for next week? Or uh, ever?

PS: Do you think Logan is Person A or Person B?