Pairing: 2 Logan x Victor

Prompt: 14 Person A has to crossdress, and Person B realizes that they really, really like it.

Rating: M for hella gay incest buttsex

"Why the fuck did you even take that bet?!" I demanded.

"Quit yer bitchin', Jimmy."

"I think you wanted to lose." I grumbled.

Victor didn't answer, and I flopped back on the bed, wearing nothing but my sleeping sweats. This was so fucking stupid. It was fucking late, and Victor had never cared about upholding his word before, but now he was honoring a bet he made with Wilson? He hated Wilson. I listened to his footsteps as he walked in, but they sounded different. Not the heavy stomp of boots, but a clacking sound I associated with my usual bar fucks. To my horror, my dick gave a reflexive twitch. I squeezed my eyes shut harder and reminded myself Victor was my brother and not a bar skank.

"Ya gotta look, Jimmy."

I kept my eyes closed. "Let's lie. He'll never know."

"Rules are rules."

That pissed me off enough that I sat up and glared at him. "When have you ever care—"

I trailed off and my jaw hung open. Victor looked like a bar skank. He was wearing high heeled stilettos that made him impossibly taller, he'd taken his hair out of its tie to let it down around his shoulders, and someone—Wilson probably, damn him—had put black makeup around his eyes to make them look smokey. His blue eyes shone even brighter, but when I finally broke his stare, I realized I'd made a bad mistake. For the first time, I truly focused on what he was wearing. Skimpy, silky underwear connected to garters on his thighs and gray stockings.

I tried to look away. At the very least, I tried not to look at his erection poking up out of his panties. They really didn't do shit to cover it, but his balls looked nice and snug in them from the way the fabric bulged. Men in lady's underwear never sounded like anything but a joke to me, but my dick was still automatically responding to the lace and silk, somehow even more amped up by how fucking strange it was to see a cock in that mix instead of a cunt.

"See something you like, baby boy?" Victor purred.

I snapped my eyes away and shook my head like I could deny it. "No! Why … shit, man—why the hell are you hard?!"

His chuckle started out as genuine amusement but ended in a patronizing tone. "Half hard, actually."

I stared at it again in shock. I couldn't help myself. Sure, I'd seen my brother naked before. We'd ran naked and wild through the woods as kids and shared tight living quarters as adults in the military. But I'd never seen him hard, or at least I'd never really looked. I'd usually clear out for a while if I smelled his arousal or roll over and face the wall or something.

"Shouldn't keep your mouth open like that, Jimmy." Victor warned, stalking closer. I tried to ignore the way my cock jumped with every clack of his heels. "You might catch something in it."

I recovered my wits some and looked at his face. "You mean flies?"

"Dicks, mostly." He said with a little shrug.

I scowled at him, but he only grinned back and put a knee on the bed. I leaned away from him and tried to keep calm while he straddled my lap. One of his hands rested on my hip, claws digging in through the fabric, and his other hand stroked up my back and into my hair. He dipped his head and nuzzled against my neck while his fingers massaged my scalp, claws scraping lightly. I told myself that this was my brother, and I should kick his ass any moment now, but the nails running through my hair hit that sweet spot behind my ear. My head spun, and I couldn't focus. Nails on my skin, long hair against my nose, silky fabric pressing into my thighs … it felt like I had a woman in my lap, and my dick responded the same. But a distant part of my brain knew this was still my brother. The weight was too heavy, his hands were too big, his teeth were too sharp against my neck.

But still …

"Is this part of the bet?" I grunted.

"No."

The flat of his tongue pressed against my skin, and he licked all the way up my neck. The rough barbs made it scrape instead of a wet slide, different from what I was used to. I growled lowly, but he ignored my warning and nipped at my earlobe, just this side of drawing blood. I finally lifted my hands and pushed his shoulders back, but he refused to budge and really did bite my ear in retaliation. I snarled at the brief shock of pain, but then his tongue was back, lapping at the blood and soothing away the hurt.

"Don't." I muttered stupidly.

He purred low in my ear. "Stop pretending like you aren't enjoying this, little brother."

That finally sent me over the edge, and I shoved him back for real. His claws dug into my side and shoulder, dragging me off the bed and onto the floor with him. I landed on top of him though, which gave me the advantage. I grabbed his right hand and tore it out of my side, pinning it above his head. He snapped at my face, but I leaned my head back and kept my weight on him to stop him from bucking while I worked on getting his other set of claws out of the back of my neck. He got one foot planted under him and gained enough leverage to buck and twist his body, throwing me off.

I hit the floor on my side, and he almost succeeded in getting me pinned beneath him, but the heel of his stiletto skittered on the wood floor. He lost his balance for a split second, and I immediately jumped back on him, rolling him onto his stomach beneath me. It was a lot easier to get his wrists clasped together in one hand after that, and I barred my other forearm across his back to keep him shoved down into the floor. He kept struggling, but I sunk my teeth into his neck with a triumphant growl and shook my head back and forth, ripping his flesh and shocking him into stillness.

He stopped fighting. I panted through my nose, teeth still buried inside him. I was on top. I was the dominant Alpha. I'd won. When was the last time I ever won a fight against Victor? Only when we were still kids and he let me win. Was he letting me win now just to fuck with me? It felt real though. A once in a lifetime chance maybe, since even I had to admit I wouldn't have ended up on top if it weren't for his choice of heels.

But still.

I growled into his flesh and after a long, tense moment, Victor craned his head to the side to bare more of his neck to me in submission. Adrenaline roared through my veins, and I felt drunker than when I chugged three bottles of Absinthe on a dare. I'd finally won a fight for dominance against my asshole brother. This was it. I was …

Alpha.

"What'cha gonna do now, Jimmy?" Victor asked, his smirk practically visible in the words.

I pressed my elbow harder in between his shoulder blades. "Shut up."

"Gonna be a big boy and fuck me?"

"Shut up!"

"Nah, you don't have the balls to do anything after a—"

I grabbed him by the hair and hip and hauled him up, throwing him to the side. He smacked into the bed, and I followed after him, shoving his face down into the mattress. I could still hear the muffled sound of his chuckles, and I pressed down harder on the back of his head until I knew he couldn't breathe, but I still heard them echoing in my head. My vision blurred around the edges, and the rage snapped my claws out. One pair stabbed past the top of his head and into the mattress, and the other itched to be buried in his back. But that wasn't good enough, so I forced them back in. I'd stabbed him a thousand times and it never got me anywhere. Most of the time, that made him laugh too.

My hand came down, and I hit him before I thought through what I was doing. I stared at the quickly fading red mark I'd left on his ass around the skimpy underwear. My grip on his hair must have loosened from shock, because he raised his head up enough to gasp in a breath of air before I got ahold of him again. He'd managed to turn his head to the side though, so that I was smashing his cheek down into the mattress instead of his nose, and for a long moment the only sounds came from both of us panting.

Then he slid his knees apart on the floor, spreading his legs with a breathy little exhale. Other than that, he stayed completely still and mute, his silence a challenge. I blinked several times, but the scene stayed the same each time I opened them again. I had my brother bent over my bed on his knees, ass high in the air and exposed, a pair of silky panties barely covering anything.

One time, I drank the last of the milk and he set my blanket on fire while I was asleep. When I was a kid, I once pissed the bed from a nightmare, and he held me down and rubbed my nose in it. I brought home a stray puppy and he snapped its neck in front of me to teach me that life isn't fair. He killed my first girlfriend because she was a "distraction." And if I ever touched the radio in "his" car, he'd kick me out and make me walk to the next town.

A thousand other injustices raced through my head and my blood pounded in my ears. Even if I never got this chance again, I was going to make him pay—humiliate him the way he'd humiliated, mistreated, and generally abused me my entire life.

I smacked his ass again. And then again. My palm burned from how hard I was hitting him, and I managed to keep his ass cherry red despite his healing factor. I didn't even realize my snarls were forming words until he replied back.

"Yes, I deserve to be punished!" He groaned, offering up his ass for another hit.

"Why?" I snarled.

He fisted the sheets in his hands. "'Cause I'm … a bad—nngh!—boy."

"That's right." I slapped his other cheek. "And if you misbehave again, I will spank you. Like. A. Whore."

I kept spanking him throughout the warning, but at the end, I punctuated every word with a smack. He'd started thrusting back to meet my hand and rutting forward to rub his cock against the mattress. The scent of his arousal filled the room, and his low grunts turned into filthy, outright moans. I yanked his ass up and let go of his hair to fist his cock, squeezing it brutally to keep him from coming.

"Don't you dare!" I hissed in his ear.

He moaned again, trying to buck his hips. "Please, Jimmy?"

My head had somehow dropped down to bury my nose in his neck, and I took in more of his scent every time I inhaled. I'd never managed to get high before, but I thought this was how it felt. The room felt like it was spinning, swimming, nothing was real except Victor begging on his knees beneath me.

"Will you be a good—" No, good boy wasn't humiliating enough. "… bitch?"

I swore I saw a flash of fang, but I couldn't tell if it was from a grin or from the way his mouth hung open while he panted.

"Just for you." He gasped. "I'll only be a good bitch for you, Jimmy."

I yanked him up by his hair so that he was kneeling in front of my bed beside me, while I sat.

"Say it again." I demanded, drunk with power.

"I'll be a good bitch." He shuffled between my legs and leaned forward to nuzzle against my crotch. "Let me show you what a good bitch I can be."

I wasn't gay, and I sure as hell wasn't gay for my brother. But this might be my one chance to beat him, to finally win. And I was going to make him suffer whether he liked it or not.

"Suck."

Victor didn't waste any time yanking down my pants, and as soon as my cock sprang out and his lips opened, I pushed his head down. His mouth swallowed my cock, but I kept shoving his head down until I hit the back of his throat. He gagged and started to choke, but I held his head in place. Let him choke on my cock—he was my bitch now. After decades of abuse, I had finally made him my bitch and he could fucking choke on my cock all goddamn night.

He moaned as he sucked, and I slammed him down harder. I couldn't ever be this rough with a woman. They really might choke and die, but if Victor suffocated to death, his healing factor would drag him right back and he would damn well keep sucking. He started to struggle against my hand though, and I growled in warning. His arm moved, and I tensed up, expecting an attack. But then I realized he'd reached down between his own legs, and I yanked his head back up.

"I didn't say you could touch yourself, bitch." I snarled.

He heaved in a few gulps of air before he replied. "You told me not to come."

I glanced down again and saw he wasn't moving his hand along his cock, just grabbing it tight at the base instead. The thought that he had been about to come just from sucking my dick filled my mind, blocking out nearly everything else.

"Get on the bed."

Victor actually scrambled in his hurry to obey my order, and he bent back over it like I wanted instead of laying down. I stood up and tried to think of a good reason to stop this, but all my logic had went out the window. I had my older brother at my beck and command, and I wanted more.

"No coming … until … I … allow it!" I growled, punctuating every few words with another slap to his ass.

He moaned freely and loudly now, without his mouth full. Every sound he made went straight to my own dick, which was leaking pre-come nearly to my thighs. I didn't even stop to consider how wrong it was that I was about to come myself from spanking my cross-dressing older brother after he'd just sucked my dick.

"Please, Ji—immy, please!" He whined, hand still gripped tight around his cock.

SMACK.

"No."

SMACK.

"James!"

SMACK.

"No!"

Victor let out a sound halfway between a snarl and a scream and looked over his shoulder at me with wild eyes. "I will flip you over and fuck you myself, James!"

I slammed his head back down into the mattress. "Like hell you will!"

"Then fuck me!" He roared.

"You goddamn bitch!" I snarled back.

I reached in between him and the mattress and knocked his hand away from his cock, squeezing it in my own instead. He started thrashing until I used my other hand to push his panties aside and line my cock up with his entrance, and then he immediately froze. I didn't know much about fucking a man, having never done it before, but I knew I was going to seriously hurt him going in without any lube or fingering. And the faint reminder that he was brother and this was wrong had started to work its way back into my mind.

"You or me, James." He whispered.

I bared my teeth at him, even though he couldn't see. I might fuck my brother, but there was no way in hell I would be the bottom in this relationship. I'd lost to him too many times, and for once in our goddamn lives, I was going to win!

I slammed halfway inside him in one thrust and then rocked in deeper until my balls were touching the silky fabric still covering his ass. His howls finally quieted down in favor of short, quick pants, and his hands were clenching the sheets again.

"You are going to hold your cock for me, and you aren't going to come until I fucking say so." I ordered.

Victor made a real, goddamn whimper, and my head spun from how fucking good it felt to finally be the one in control.

"Bitch."

A/N: So everyone who reviewed guessed wrong! I personally don't think Logan would be able to pull off crossdressing AT ALL. My headcanon is that out of the two of them, Victor is the pretty one. In a vicious, psychotic sort of way ...

Anyway, this "drabble" ended up waaay longer than I expected. I want to have about six more pages of this, and it's six pages long already. So if anyone is actually interested in this pairing and the actual smut part (I realize that violent, graphic homosexual sex between two half-brothers isn't everyone's cup of tea), let me know and I'll post it once I have it written on Wednesday.

... I'll probably post it on Wednesday even if I don't get any reviews asking for it, but they would make me happy ...