AN: Thanks for all the kind and helpful reviews! They truly warm my heart. Because you're all so sweet, I updated this a lot sooner than I had planned :-D
The story about Jason will be covered and don't worry about Victor being too warm and cuddly. I know he was very, very dark in ''Little Wolf'' and he will at some point become that dark again. But at the same time, the cub will change him a little. But trust me, he is still fucking pissed with Ylva and she will feel the consequences of his wrath.
She sat on the couch, her head in her hands. Her body language showing obvious desperation and fatigue. Everything that could've gone wrong, had gone wrong. Her son wanted Victor in his life, Victor wanted to stay and now she was the bad guy and Liekos was talking to his dad about his troubles. She rubbed her temples, she didn't believe in karma but in this case it was a bitch anyway.
"Mom?".
She looked up from her hands, seeing her son stand in the doorway with Victor behind him. She smiled at the little boy.
He quickly walked over to her "I'm sorry I said I hate you. I didn't mean it" he stood next to her "I don't hate you mom, I don't know why I said it".
She pulled him into her lap and hugged him tightly "Honey, we all say and do stupid stuff when we're angry. Just don't say it again okay?".
He nudged against her "I won't, I promise".
She pulled him closer again and kissed the side of his head, catching Victor's gaze in the meantime. She smiled slowly at him, knowing he had something to do with this twist of events. She wondered what exactly he had told her son which made him so compliant all of a sudden.
"You should get ready for bed sweetie".
Liekos got of her lap and turned around to face her "Mom… can mister Creed stay here? With us?".
Ylva looked at Victor's smug face and back at her son "I won't send him away. He's your dad and he can stay as long as he wants to".
The boy's eyes showed obvious relieve and happiness "You hear that mister Creed? You can stay!".
"I heard it buddy" Victor grinned "Now let's go upstairs and get you ready for bed".
Victor wasn't sure why he offered to get his son ready for bed. Obviously it was something that Liekos always did on his own. Of course he would, seeing as he was ten years old. But Victor felt this would be a good start, learning the boys night time routine.
After Ylva had put her son to bed, he had asked for Victor to wish him goodnight too. It surprised the older feral man how much gratification he got from such a small gesture. The little chats before night time, the stories he made him tell about his life. Of course he told him a censored story since Ylva would not be thankful to him for telling their son about his past life. And it wasn't even his past life, he was still and would always be a killer. But here was a little boy who didn't care about any of that. He just clung to him from the moment they met.
After thirty minutes of chatting, telling stories and a reassuring Liekos that he'd still be here tomorrow, his son finally promised to go to sleep. He found Ylva in the living room with a glass of wine, her feet resting on the table and her eyes closed. The soft material of her white dress clung to her curves. She seemed to dress so much more mature these day. Or maybe it was something with her hair or just motherhood in general. Of course this was only his second night in the house.
When he walked in, she noticed him as he took of his jacket. She suddenly remembered how he would always wear a frikkin' suit and it looked too bloody good on him. She eyed him up and down as he walked closer and took a seat the couch. Her eyes automatically landed on his chest which she could see because the top two buttons of his shirt were opened up. Damn him for not aging a day. Then again, one could accuse her of the same thing.
He pointed at her glass of wine "Ya know, Ylva, alcohol isn't gonna solve anything baby".
She smirked at him from behind her wine glass "No, but then again, neither does milk".
"Fair enough" he agreed.
"Time to fess up Creed. What did you tell him?" she asked as she took another sip from her wine.
"A story, about a big bad wolf who met a little wolf".
She smirked "Not what I meant. And curse you if you told him that Victor Creed. But what I meant was: what did you tell him which made him apologize to me?".
"What? He never apologized to you before?" Victor asked curiously.
She shrugged "There's never been a reason for it. We always get along and to be honest, he doesn't create a lot of trouble". she laughed softly "What you witnessed at the dinner table, with the vegetables, is probably the worst he ever does. He obviously got that from me, his compliant character I mean".
Victor smirked "You think so? Because, maybe I was really good when I was a cub".
She laughed "Fat chance Victor. Anyway, stop changing the subject and tell me what you told him".
He leaned back and put his hands behind his head "I told him it wasn't you're fault, even though we both know it was".
She scoffed "I'm just gonna pretend I didn't hear that".
"I told him we simply lost each other because you moved to Vienna and I lived in America".
She nodded slowly and failed to suppress a grin "Good story".
He smirked "I tried. Of course I could've gone with 'Hey kid, I abducted your mom, threatened and violated her, fucked her all night long, made her scream my name, knocked her up and then she fled the country'. But I figured that would be inappropriate for his age".
Ylva was blushing now "Thank you. And I did not flee… I was not scared you know".
"Then why did you leave?" he snapped. It came out a bit harsher than he planned. But this topic continued to anger him the more he thought about it. She could've just stayed, he could've seen his son grow up, he'd never have to worry over her if she was his mate.
She blinked a couple of times before answering "You know why Victor" she frowned painfully "I needed to take care of Jason more than anything".
"When he died, you could've contacted me Ylva, I'm not hard to find if you want to find me. You could've contacted me then, when he died" he suddenly realized how this must be a painful topic "When did he die anyway?" he carefully asked.
"Almost five years ago".
He wanted to feel sorry for her, he truly did. But all he could think of was why she didn't contact him five years ago, if it was all about Jason.
"Victor. Jason was my first priority back then but when I gave birth to Liekos, he was first priority" she gazed down at her hands and reluctantly continued "And I never contacted you because I thought you wouldn't want anything to do with a baby. And if you did, I was afraid you would just take it from me… hurt him even".
Instant anger took over again "Why the fuck would I do that!?" he barked.
"Sssh!" she hushed him instantly "Please keep your voice down for Liekos. I don't want him to wake up and I want us to argue as little as possible, can you do that please?".
He inhaled sharply "Yes".
"Thank you. It's not good for a kid to see or hear his parents argue. Anyway, I don't know why I thought those things. They seemed rational at the time. But Victor, we don't know each other that well and I was scared. You are, or were, a very dangerous man. Everyone in the mutant world has heard about you and how was I supposed to know that you were going to be different with my son? I couldn't possibly know that and I didn't want to risk it" she frowned and looked at her feet again, obvious pain showing on her face "He's all I have Victor".
His muscles relaxed and he sat back in the couch. No matter how much he hated to admit: he did understand. From the moment he had seen the boy, his instincts roared at him to keep him save, to protect him from anything, to take down any danger that would come near him, tear apart anyone who would even try to hurt him. And he wouldn't let anyone get in between him and his cub. Not even the mother. But he knew who he was and who he had been. So he understood her point of view, no matter how painful the consequences. And the fact that he smelled her obvious guilt, her conscience issues, did help her case.
"Listen" she said as she put her feet on the ground "I meant what I said, you can stay here as long as you want and I will never prevent you from spending time with Liekos or being involved in his life. But I also meant what I said yesterday, there are rules in this house".
He eyed her curiously and leaned forward "How come you're willing to let me stay all of a sudden Ylva?".
She cocked her brow "Let me ask you this: would you even let me turn you away?".
He smirked "Good point".
"Besides, this way I get to keep my eye on you with my son. And I figured I ought to take responsibility for my actions. You are his father and I want to do everything in Liekos' best interest. This is not about me or you".
He begged to differ. He wanted to be with his cub more than anything, but he wanted the mom too, just as much if not more. They would all be his eventually. Besides, she was marked. He just needed her to mark him.
He leaned forward and stroked her bare leg with one talon, gazing mischievously into her eyes "Can I sleep in your bed Ylva?".
She eyed him intensely "No Victor, you cannot. I told you, there are rules and one of them is that my bedroom is off limits for you".
"What if you invite me?".
His voice sent shivers down her spine but she choked out a laugh "I'm not going to invite you Victor Creed" she ran her hands through her hair "God, you've not changed one bit".
"Well" he mused "Isn't it nice to know some things never change? Like… my affection for you".
Her eyes grew wide and she laughed. Did he just say 'affection'? Because that's not what she would call his behavior around her. Possessiveness, jealousy, violation, anger and above all dominance. But affection? Nope. Or he just had a funny way of showing it.
"What do you do these days Victor? Because I was actually listening carefully enough last night to notice you don't own this Brotherhood anymore am I right?".
He sat back, annoyed by her changing the subject so smoothly "I work for SHIELD".
"SHIELD?".
"Strategic Hazard Inter-"
"I know what SHIELD is Victor" she interrupted quickly.
He cocked one brow "Then why so amazed?".
Ylva rolled her eyes "Well… you don't exactly have a clean record Victor Creed".
"I have one now. Not that I expect anyone to forget about my past crimes, I wouldn't. But trust me when I tell you this: a lot of ex-criminals work for SHIELD. People who've killed more people than me in more heinous ways than you can imagine. But they cleared my record so I could work for them. So now I only get to kill and slaughter in the name of national security and shit like that. Which suits me just fine. Keeps government people off my back".
Ylva grinned and leaned forward, narrowing her eyes on him "They probably just wanna keep you on a tight leash".
He smirked at her mischief "They probably do. But it pays well and it keeps my bloodlust in check".
"I don't remember you caring about keeping your bloodlust in check before" she failed to keep the sardonic tone out of her voice.
"Ouch, Ylva" he placed one hand on his heart "C'mon. Cut me some slack will ya? I got a good thing going for me now".
She sighed "Sorry, I'm being cynical. It's great that you got a new job and I'm really happy for you".
He raised one brow at her "You're happy for me?".
"Yes. It's great that you have this new life going for you. You deserve it. What happened to the Brotherhood by the way?".
He tensed up "Disbanded".
Now it was her turn to raise her brow at him "Just like that?".
"Yup".
She glared at him, almost dangerously "Did you tear it apart Victor Creed?".
"No… I disbanded it. Got sick of leading that bunch of fucking idiots. Now I get to work with a bunch of idiots which is way better than having to take responsibility for their actions".
Ylva laughed "By god Victor, you are still as arrogant and egocentric as ever. Always feeling that you're better than others".
He shrugged "I'm feral. Puts me on top of the food chain baby".
She leaned back and sighed "I would love to fight you on that but… you basically just paid me a compliment".
He growled "Didn't mean to do that".
She grinned "Nope, but you did so just shut up and let me enjoy the moment okay?".
He grinned and looked at her smiling face as she leaned back into her chair.
"Mmmmm feels good" she murmured "Okay I'm done".
She shot up from her chair but he quickly grabbed her wrist and halted her.
"Why are you leaving?" he asked.
She sighed "I'm going to get ready for bed and write some music for my students".
"Stay a little longer Ylva" his voice was husky again.
She shook her head "No".
"Then let me sleep in your bed".
Her eyes grew wide "A definite no!".
He smiled with obvious mischief "I'll stay on my side of the bed".
She clenched her teeth "You have no side in my bed Victor".
"Give me one and I'll stay on it. On my honor".
"You promised me that once, years ago remember? And you did not stick to it then".
He grinned and brought her wrist to his mouth, his lips slowly teasing the sensitive area "You cuddled up to me. I just welcomed you. I'm socially correct like that".
She flushed when his lips touched the inside of her wrist. He always knew where and how to touch her to make her inner animal roar with lust.
She bit her lip "You will stay on this couch Victor".
He was still holding her wrist "It's uncomfortable and bad for my back".
Sweet mother of God! He was like another kid. No, he was way worse than Liekos and his hate for veggies that weren't lettuce.
"The couch is not uncomfortable Victor" she stated determinedly.
In on swift move he had pulled her down to his level and pinned into the couch "See how uncomfortable this is?".
With his heavy weight on top of her and his warm breath in against her neck, she felt many things but discomfort was definitely not one of them.
Her eyes lowered down his face and straight into his shirt. 'T was his own fault for leaving those buttons open. Oh goddamn, she remembered that chest. At times she had actually missed that chest. It was a good chest. The kind she would've loved to nuzzle up against in bad times. Or good times. Day times. Night times. Any time really.
She quickly shook of the unwanted thoughts "I'm certainly experiencing some discomfort but it's not the couch causing it" she lied.
His big hand roamed down her side as he whispered into her ear "You little liar. I can smell you remember?".
She tried to change the subject again "Victor, I've fallen asleep on this couch many times so I know it's not uncomfortable".
"So fall asleep on it again" he mused against her ear.
"What?".
"Sleep here with me. Like you used to".
She inhaled sharply and blinked "No" she finally answered.
He growled, leaned up a bit and pulled one of her legs to his other side so he was now right in between her legs. She moaned when he pushed his pelvis against hers, feeling something hard and throbbing against her. The material of her panties and his slack pants being the only two things keeping him from pushing himself inside her.
He growled into her ear "Feel that baby?".
She wondered who an atheist would pray to for strength, because she could sure as hell use some right now. With his big feral physique between her legs, pressing against her, his chest gracing her nipples which instantly hardened.
"I feel it" she barely managed to whisper.
"Want to feel me inside you?".
Jesus Christ! He sure as hell didn't become any more subtle over the years. If anything, he'd become more bold.
He slowly started rubbing his body against hers. She felt the soft pillow against the back of her head as she arched her back for him, wanting to feel his hard bulge pressed against her. Her body was in heat and a big hand was making its way under her dress, slowly moving it upwards and over her hips.
His tongue found the place of his mark "I like this spot. Makes you mine little wolf" he growled in a whisper as he slowly licked her where she was marked. She moaned and clasped onto him, pressing herself against his hardness again.
His hand moved up on the inside of her thigh "I promise to be real quiet while fucking you raw".
She was so dazed, so into him and their intimacy, that it seemed to take ages until she wondered why Victor promised to be quiet. And then it hit her like a truck: Liekos!
Her eyes shot up and she grabbed his arm "No".
It was almost fear that seemed to stream from her green eyes straight into his grey and lustful eyes.
He groaned "Why not baby?".
She moved out from under him and slowly pushed him off her "Because my son is upstairs. God… I'm sorry" she ran two hands through her hair, hoping her cheeks would soon be less scarlet "Victor, I want to keep things simple for Liekos. You only just walked into his life and I don't want any funny business in this house. I need to do what's in his best interest".
He glared at her, angry. She wasn't impressed. Victor was angered quite easily and acted like a stubborn kid who didn't get his way. She had a lot of experience with stubborn kids who don't get their way.
He sighed and bared his teeth at her "Not even a goodnight kiss?".
She got up and grinned, blowing him a kiss "Goodnight mister Creed".
He fell back into the couch and groaned in frustration. The cub was amazing, he truly was. But he was also the greatest cock block ever.