AN: Sorry this took me so long. I'm crazy busy at the moment. Hope you enjoy it anyway and if you have any more ideas, let me know. Also criticism is more than welcome. Especially when it's about my spelling or grammar. I'm Dutch and I cannot be arsed to read every chapter 5 times before uploading.
((((((So where were we? Ah, yes... Victor decided he sleeps in Ylva's bed from now on...))))))))
She couldn't believe her ears "Victor… What the… But… What are you doing here then?".
He took off his shirt "I'm sleeping here from now on".
She was instantly awake "The hell you are!" she hissed "Go back to the couch Victor, you cannot possibly think I will let you sleep here".
Het ignored her and casually tossed his shirt over the chair and took off his shoes "I told you, the couch is bad for my back-"
"You have a healing factor!" she tried hard to keep her voice down and almost failed.
He continued to ignore her and unbuckled his belt. She quickly looked away from him as he took off his dress pants.
"Oh c'mon Ylva, no need to be shy. You've seen it all before" his voice was taunting "As I recall, you used to do this for me remember?".
"You made me do it!".
"You enjoyed it" he winked.
"You were cruel Victor Creed" her voice was soft now and more serious "You were truly very, very cruel".
He growled. She tried to make him feel guilty and almost succeeded. He looked down and sighed. Fine, he would cut her some slack and not enter her bed entirely naked. Besides, it wasn't as if he was here to hurt or force her. Unless of course she asked for it. And he meant that literally, she would have to ask him to fuck her. He was no mind reader and she was difficult as hell.
She looked up at him with pleading eyes "Please Victor" she broke his thoughts "Don't do this, please go back to the couch".
He growled again, this time with more anger "You can go on the fucking couch!" he snapped as he pulled the covers away and made himself comfortable. Neatly staying on his own side of the bed, which according to him was his rightful claim, with his hands behind his head.
She suspiciously looked him over but was quickly distracted by his looks. Maybe she could ask him to put on a shirt so she wouldn't have to see every inch of his muscles flex beneath that tanned skin…
He smelled it. Her arousal. She quickly shook off those thoughts and laid back beneath the covers also, pulling them up to hide away as much as possible.
He chuckled "Relax Ylva, I'm not gonna hurt you. I won't even touch you I swear. I just need you to keep the nightmares away baby".
She frowned "You need me for what?".
He sighed agitatedly, he didn't want to repeat that. It almost sounded pathetic.
"Victor? What are you saying?" she pressed on.
He turned his head and stared into her eyes "Look, I dunno how it works okay. But I've seen some fucked up shit in my life and I still see those images at night. Except for those three nights you were there, ten years ago. There was not one single nightmare. In those nights I had more sleep than I've had the last decade".
"But…how does it work?" she asked curiously.
The question annoyed him. Wasn't it obvious? It was a fucking mate thing of course. She just didn't wanna see it. Well he wasn't gonna spell it out for her either.
"It's probably just part of your mutant power, you told me once you can disable someone's painful memories… well I need you for that okay? So just get to sleep and stop bugging me about it".
She gave him one more strange glare and turned away from him. She knew he got annoyed because he showed some minor vulnerability.
"I have an idea" she suddenly said, still turned away from him.
"What's that?" he grunted softly.
"Perhaps just my smell is enough to keep the images away. So yeah… I think I will go on the couch".
Ylva hastily threw off the covers and jumped out of bed. But before she could reach the door, Victor hauled her back onto the covers and pinned her down beneath him.
His eyes darkened and his talons expanded quickly "Ylva… baby" he slowly hissed "I was joking when I said you could go on the couch. I don't actually allow you to go there… I thought you understood but it seems you need some explaining".
He brought his mouth down and she gasped. His lips and fangs soon found her mark and she groaned in pain and agony. It stung whenever his lips reached that area. After all those years… it should've healed so how this was possible was beyond her.
When he came back up, he was calm again "Now listen real carefully baby" he was still on top of her, pinning her wrists beside her head "You will sleep here, and so will I from now on. No one will have to know. I won't touch or hurt you, unless you ask me real nice, okay?"
She nodded slowly.
"Good. I'm glad we have an understanding. I'd hate to have to wake up our cub so he can witness us settling our differences again".
This time it was her soft growling that filled the bedroom. How dare he use her son against her. Again!
"I just need you to keep the nightmares away baby" he soothed.
"Fine" she consented against all odds "Then perhaps you can now let go and get off me".
He smirked and did as she asked. Laying back on his half, smirking at the ceiling with his hands behind his head. Ylva quickly pulled the covers over her and angrily turned away from him.
"Of course…" he mused greatly entertained "I am not entirely sure if it works when you're this far away from me. I think I might need your scent a little bit closer to me baby".
She sighed and moved back a little, closer to the middle of the bed. "This close enough for you?" she grunted quietly.
He turned around to face her back and in one swift move, his arm reached around her and he had the small frail body closely pressed against his chest.
"I think this suits me better" he answered with a purr.
She inhaled sharply and exhaled again. Ever since he had brought up Liekos, she was less keen on fighting him. Scared that their son would hear or see it again.
But he wasn't done taunting yet.
"You see baby, this is one of many reasons you need a mate".
"Excuse me?" she replied in defense.
"You're just so naïve baby. You need a strong male to protect you... mainly from yourself".
She sighed, almost drifting off to sleep. No matter how much she fought him, fact was that lying in his arms felt right. And delicious. And the motherfucker smelled pretty good too.
"Who says I'm naïve? Maybe I just like to make spoons" she whispered slowly.
"Make what?" he questioned.
"Make spoons" she explained groggily "When two people lie down like this, it's like they are two spoons pressed together. So maybe I just like to make spoons".
He chuckled "I see. Well, as long as I'm the big spoon".
She smiled slowly, inhaling his scent and trying not to get too turned on by his body pressed against hers and his arm around her "What does that make me then? A little spoon?".
"Something like that. More like a tea spoon" he could feel her snicker lightly "Go to sleep Ylva".
"Okay. But Victor?".
"Yeah?".
"Can I be the big spoon some day?".
"No".
As she was making breakfast for her son, she pretended nothing had happened. As if Victor never came to her bed last night and that he never slept right next to her. As if she never woke up snuggled up to his rock hard chest. Nope, none of that happened in her ideal little world.
In the real world however...
But Liekos did not have to know Victor was sleeping in her bed. There was no need to get his hopes up.
"Mom?".
"Yes honey?".
"Can we go see Iron man in the cinema this weekend?".
She shifted her gaze from the dishes to her son "Iron man?".
"Yeah, it's the story of Tony Stark in his metal suit".
She frowned as she bent over to put the dishes in the dish washer, unconsciously giving Victor a good look at her ass in a pencil skirt.
"I know the story sweetie" she replied to her son "And I think you're a little too young for that movie. It's very violent".
"But… all the boys in my class have seen it already!".
She laughed softly "I'm pretty sure not all your classmates have seen it, especially since they are also too young for that movie".
"But… Carl has seen it! So can plea-ea-ease see it? I promise I will not jump of a bridge when he jumps off a bridge".
Ylva chuckled when her figure of speech came back to haunt her. She knew she shouldn't have used cheesy one liners on her witty son.
"Honey" his mom soothed as she turned around "I know the movie, and I honestly think you're a little too young for that kind of violence. Besides, the one playing in the cinema right now, is number three. You've not even seen number one and two".
"Then we can watch number one on movie night and number two next week on movie night!".
Ylva waved her finger around mischievously "Ooooh, what happened to bullying your poor old mother with the Lion King hm?".
Liekos grinned at his mom, his eyes filled with mischief "You're becoming immune mom. Last time you didn't even cry, your eyes were a little teary but they didn't come out. Not even when Simba nuzzled up to his dad and said 'No… father… wake up!" Liekos imitated Simba perfectly by nuzzling up to Victor and Ylva laughed. Even Victor chuckled at the little boys imitation.
Liekos was the spitting image of his dad, especially when he grinned like that, wickedly almost.
"Sooooo" Liekos pouted at his mom "Iron man? Yes? No? maybe? Plea-ea-ea-ease mom?".
Ylva sighed and ran a hand over her sons head "Honey, no. I'm sorry. When you're 12, yes. But not now".
Liekos crossed his little arms and leaned down on the table with a disappointed look.
"You know, buddy" Victor interrupted "I could take you up to meet the real Tony Stark".
Liekos eyes shot up and almost fell out "YOU KNOW HIM?! YOU KNOW THE REAL TONY STARK!?".
"He does some work for SHIELD. I work for SHIELD , hence I know the guy".
Victor left out the fact that he did not get along with Stark at all. The guy was arrogant, selfish and extremely content with himself.
Basically he had a lot in common with Victor and so they didn't mix well. But hell, they were colleagues and if he explained the situation, Stark probably wouldn't be too bothered by them coming up. And he was Logan's brother… which helped since Stark did get along with Logan.
"WHEN CAN WE GO?! DO WE GO TO STARK TOWER?".
Ylva turned to her son "Stark Tower was destroyed a few years ago sweetie. Right before we moved back to New York".
"I'll give him a call" Victor said "See if we can visit next weekend".
Liekos shot up from his chair and started running around the kitchen, living room and hallway while he cried out that he was to meet the real Iron Man. Ylva laughed, greatly amused and extremely relieved by not having to have the discussion about violent movies again. She was sure not all kids were allowed to watch that kind of violence but the once who did… well she wondered about their parents.
"Thanks for getting me out of that one" she said as she sat down across from him "He's been bugging me for a while about that movie".
"He's not that young and it's not really that violent, it's mostly sci-fi. Special effects and shit. You sure he'll be influenced that much by it?".
She inhaled sharply "Maybe not but… I guess I'm afraid he might be more susceptible because of his, probably, feral nature. No offense" she held her hands up in surrender.
"You've got a feral nature" Victor defended.
"Yes but-"
"If we guide him properly, train him when he's ready, learn him to keep control, there ain't much that can go wrong".
"How do you know?".
"It's basic knowledge Ylva. Besides, I guided Jimmy through his feral urges. I had no one to guide me but Jimmy had me to guide him. Hence I turned out the way I did and he was a lot less… angry inside".
She smiled and blushed a little "You didn't turn out that bad… you're just cocky. And… a little possessive" she shrugged "Well, very possessive".
His gaze turned serious and he stared hard at her "I don't want bad things to happen to you. Or our cub. That's why I'm possessive, because I worry about all sorts of stuff happening to you guys. And it drives me fucking insane".
Ylva blinked several times, a little surprised by the turn this conversation had taken. "Well… Victor… I'm a grown woman and… I don't have any enemies so I don't think you need to worry".
"Every mutant has enemies" he snapped "They're called humans. Ever heard of Zero Tolerance? Friends of Humanity? Those are the two biggest groups of mutant haters and they don't care if you're a threat or not. They notice you're a mutant and they will hurt you".
She gritted her teeth and inhaled sharply "Okay, you've made your point. I need to be careful and I got enemies-".
He growled "I never should've let you go".
She grinned "Hm, if I remember correctly, I managed to escape".
He scoffed "I could have dragged you back easily, if I wanted to".
She smiled shyly. Hiding the disappointment. 'If he wanted to' he said… but he didn't… did that mean he didn't want her back?
"You know" she said in an attempt to lighten the mood again "When he tries to manipulate me… grinning like that and trying to move me in a certain direction… he's just like you. Your spitting image".
"Is that a compliment?".
"Hmmm, maybe. But it also means I like to keep him away from violence".
"Tell me something else about him" Victor demanded suddenly.
"Like what?".
"Dunno, anything. A random anecdote".
She thought about it for a while as she poured them both more coffee. "Well, on his tenth birthday" she started chuckling at the memories "He came to my room really early in the morning to wake me up. I'm not even sure if it was morning yet, might've been the middle of the night. So he wakes me up and says: 'Mom listen, I'm a teenager now so we need to set some ground rules: I don't need help brushing my teeth, showering or getting dressed. But of course you can still make me breakfast".
Victor chuckled a little grimly "You have all these memories of him".
It was followed by a painful silence whilst Ylva stared at her coffee. Before Victor had entered their lives, it was easy to just pretend this was what was best for Liekos and her. But ever since he had arrived, turning out to be just what Liekos wanted in a father, she despised herself for being so selfish. To keep her child away from his father. It had been wrong and Victor's presence confronted her more and more. She didn't like it one bit.
She frowned painfully "I'm sorry I-".
"Why did you leave?!" he snapped.
Even Ylva was surprised by his sudden outburst. Although mood swings were definitely his thingas she recalled. It was strange that her leaving was such a big thing for him.
"You know why-" she tried to explain, not wanting to repeat herself about Jason and her choice to move away.
"Your note…" his hand was tightly wrapped around the mug "That fucking note…" he grumbled on.
Ylva just stared at him wide-eyed. What was he trying to say?
"Never fucking mind" he said as he suddenly got up "Gotta go to work, don't wait up".