AUTHOR'S NOTE: Just to answer the question, no, not all the chapters will continue to be short. I am actually working on chapter 11 at the moment and it has gotten to a decent size. I think on average my chapters are, what, 3000 words long? I've been going with short chapters since I haven't had much time to be typing lately. Still trying to get the story underway and what not because there is a LOT of stuff that has still yet to happen. And just for a heads up, this story may be quite a bit longer than the others. Since it is the finale of the entire series. I plan to end it here and NOW. Well, not right now. But yeah, will be a long story though certainly not boring.

Just rest assured I know where I"m going with this. At times it may seem like I have gone completely off track with the current story line but I have not! And also updates depend not wholly on me but my beta (bless her heart) and when she can update. She has a very busy schedule so it's hard for her to find time to do these, but she works a lot of the magic that made the last two stories really great. And she also helps with a lot input as well in the stories themselves.

And on a final note of this note that is FAR to long as it is, yes, I took down Facing Ferals. I did deleted the story on the site but I still have the file. I never get rid of any of my writing. My reason being that while I did love the story itself, I came to standstill about what should happen next. I do intend to finish it, probably after this one I suspect, but I simply do not have the time nor energy to focus on two stories and give Facing Ferals the love it truly deserves. And I also have a few new ideas for short stories as well. Maybe for a certain reviewer I'll include one with Remy and Victor in it. ;p

Chapter 10

Logan had never felt more alive. His senses felt on edge as he picked up the scent of blood, tracking it down over the rooftops. Not too far away he heard a roar in the distance. Turning his head, Logan pinpointed the sound at least half a mile away. So, Victor had made a kill. Huffing, he continued following the blood trail despite Victor's roars. No doubt the animal which had been injured had been hunted down by the other feral.

There had been doubt no doubt on Logan's part that he and Victor were well matched. As the other man had said they were married. He had even produced the marriage certificate which had two signatures on it. A surprisingly elegant hand which spelled the name Victor Creed and the cruder hand reading Logan Howlett.

Beyond everything Victor had said Logan knew nothing about himself. He only had a certain feeling about certain matters. Such as the Weapon X program and knowing how to fight. These he appeared to know regardless if his consciousness remembered it or not. He felt at ease with the other male yet at times Logan was overcome by a nearly uncontrollable anger. It led him to wander for hours on end on Victor's estate. The other feral owned acres and acres of forest surrounding a small mansion hidden from the rest of the world. By all counts they were completely isolated.

Victor's explanation for this isolation from the rest of society was the fact it helped to hide them from the many programs seeking to capture both ferals. Having grown weary of constantly being hunted, Victor had gone through many channels and fake aliases to secure them a permanent home. Logan was dimly aware they were far in the Alaskan wilderness but other than that his husband had refrained from telling him exactly where they lived.

Stopping near a ridge, Logan sniffed the air again frowning. It had been nearly a week since he had come home according to his husband. So why did he feel so unsatisfied with it? Maybe it was the matter dealing with sex. Victor had attempted to seduce him last night but Logan had resisted. Insisting he didn't feel up to the task. They had fought over the matter with Victor finally leaving sullen and horny.

Not too far off he spotted Victor nearly at once. His husband had brought down a caribou, a huge buck which had been brought down easily. Already the other feral had set to the task of gutting the great beast in order to bring it back home. Having traded in his suit in favor of faded jeans and a stained white undershirt, the older feral pretended not to take notice of his mate. Logan felt a low growl echo in his throat as he made his way slowly down the ridge, skidding on a small avalanche of dirt and rocks. He had hoped to bring down an animal himself. This burning anger inside him demanded for him to lash out at something and prey had seemed a good excuse at the time.

"You could have waited for me." Logan grunted once he came to the bottom. Victor scowled at him even as he worked at the fresh carcass. Having sliced off the legs with his claws, the blond beckoned the other feral over. Withdrawing his own set of claws, Logan cut off the head of the beast. Victor would bury the beast's head and come back three months later to retrieve the antlers.

"Maybe you shoulda let me make the kill." Logan growled at his husband. Victor only grunted in response as he lifted the carcass easily, slinging it over his shoulder to carry back to the mansion. Leaving the shorter man to follow him the blond began walking back home. Logan growled in response but was promptly ignored. Shaking off his annoyance he followed after Victor feeling much like a dog trailing after its master.

They came back the mansion within the hour. Victor continued past the front entrance to a shed where he skinned the animals and dried the meat. Logan shook his head. Seeing his husband in a suit one day and the next hunting like a Wildman was surreal. He felt like laughing each time he saw how carefully Victor plucked at the cuffs of his suit. Being sure not one thread was out of place or any unsightly fraying. Insisting he had to look the part for the clientele he catered to. Whether he be killing off a rival or playing the role of escort for some lady.

"You were takin' too long, runt. I wanted to eat sometime today. Better to just end it then and there rather than putting it off." Victor snapped over his shoulder. Logan frowned as he watched his husband dump the carcass on a bench. The scent of the blood hit the Canadian like a brick.

Catching a hint of it on a leaf and in the undergrowth was nothing like it was now. The body was still warm from its previous life; the blood still flowed oxygen rich. Approaching closer, Logan took another whiff of the body. Adrenaline began to rush through him, making his head ache. As Victor was coming back around the corner Logan's mind began to spiral down. Slipping away to some faraway place inside himself as Wolverine came rushing to the surface.

Just as swiftly, Sabretooth removed something from his pocket and stabbed the other man in the neck. For a moment, Wolverine wavered on the edge, a roar caught in his throat as he fought to come free. Yet the drug rushed through his veins, pumping him full of a cool liquid. It forced him back down into the abyss as Logan stumbled back into control. Confused, he blinked at the sudden calmness that had overcome him. Before he could get his bearings, Victor had descended upon him.

Rough lips pressed against his own which Logan found strange. For a moment he just stood there as the bigger feral towered over him. Almost as if intending to swallow him soul and all. Then just as quickly, Logan felt a low growl in his throat as he reached up and shoved his husband off. His heart began to pound at the thought of the other man kissing him. Victor let out a snarl of his own, glaring down at the smaller man.

"What the hell was that for?" Logan snapped, his face flushed. Victor laughed, shaking his head as he raised his hands. A mock gesture since he was easily just as dangerous with his speed and skill. Showing his hands would do nothing. Victor could just as easily move in and slash Logan's throat had he felt like it.

"Nothin', just wanted to give ya a kiss. Or am I not allowed to, your majesty?" Victor teased with a sharp laugh. Feeling awkward Logan felt his neck begin to turn red. Why had he lashed out at his own husband? If they were married, of course the other man might want a kiss every now and again. Which probably meant it had led to more at some point.

"Who's on top?" Logan blurted out. At this Victor quirked a brow, giving him a curious look. He thought he saw a look of triumph pass over the other man's face before it disappeared.

"Me, of course. I'm taller than you. Be awkward otherwise, runt. Or don't you agree?" Victor asked.

"You're not lying to me, are you?"

"Maybe just a little." Victor admitted pretending to sound chastised as he came over to the smaller feral. This time he did not force himself on Logan. Instead he bent down to kiss the side of the shorter feral's neck. His warm breath tickled over the sensitive area as he slid a hand along Logan's thigh, slipping it beneath the band of the other man's jeans to scrape his claws lightly along the delicate skin.

"We trade sometimes, but usually when I'm bad you make me get on my knees. I swallow you whole deep into my throat. Your claws buried into the couch as I suck you off. The entire time you're cursing. I can't tell if you're begging for more or want me to stop." Victor whispered into Logan's ear. His voice had an effect on the other man as Logan's body began to heat up. The shorter feral let out a low snarl in turn almost as if challenging the other man.

"I think you're being bad now." Logan said his tone growing deeper. He smelled the arousal wafting off his husband which made him almost lose his control. There was a low chuckle as Victor smirked digging his claws lightly into the meat of Logan's thigh as he drew them up and out of the other feral's pants. Logan wished the hand had gone somewhere else.

"Hm, perhaps I've overstepped my boundaries a bit. What will you do to me? Bend me over the bench? Take me in the grass after a fight?" Victor continued to tease as he drew away. Logan felt his own answering rumble of pleasure in his throat as he followed after the man. Almost as if Victor led him on a string as the other man continued to draw away from him.

It was then he felt a moment of confusion. Rather than staring at Victor a pair of red on black eyes seemed to be gazing at him. Set in a handsome face of a young man who scowled at him. Long silken brown locks of hair fell about his shoulders to sinewy muscle as the stranger moved. Every step he took graceful as if he danced upon water. A long metal staff in his hand as the man seemed to be circling him waiting for him to make a move.

"Mon glutton, like this?"

"Yeah." Logan heard a shadow of his voice say. He froze in his tracks staring at the image in disbelief Victor's earlier flirtations completely forgotten.

"Always stay out of reach of the claws, Cajun. Now when you go in to attack take every cheap shot you can get. Eyes, nose, and you know… There."

"You wouldn't be of very much use to Remy if he hurt you there, cher."

"You're right. Let's skip that part of the training, okay?"

Just as quickly though, the memory fell away. Leaving Logan in the dust as he stared mutely at his husband feeling a sense of loss. Instead he snorted, shaking off the guilt that had begun to creep up on him as he went once again after Victor. What did he care for some man he had known in a past life? Poor kid.

He was probably dead anyway.