A/N: I hope this doesn't get taken down. Please be kind.

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Victor stood in the door way to the room where dancers practiced and ran a hand through his hair. The resident lead dancer of the mansion was dancing, but it wasn't like her normal dancing. The way she moved evoked less than happiness and more sadness. Which never really boded well because her powers surrounded her dancing and she could influence a crowd by simply moving.

She looks so lifeless, so empty, Victor thought, watching her dance. Everything about her reeks of sadness. Something had to have happened.

The dancer twirled on her tiptoe and then collapsed in a pile on the floor, letting out a loud sigh. Victor pushed himself away from the door and made his way into the room, closing the door behind him. He moved over to her side and heard her draw in a breath.

"Hey," he greeted.

"Hey," was her mumbled response. She lifted her face from the floor and let her blonde hair fall back away from her face. "What are you doing here, Victor?"

"Checking up on you," Victor said, looking down at her. "Unlike the bastard that is supposed to be doing it, Moira."

Moira let out a lifeless chuckle and curled her arms around her legs. "Yeah, like Logan would ever do anything when he has…"

"When he has what?" Victor asked, knowing he had to make her say it.

"When he has her," Moira muttered, brushing the back of her hand over her cheek. "He always goes to that damn redhead. Even when he swears that he won't. That each time is his last time." She let out a small sound. "And I fall for it each time."

Victor crouched down in front of her and put his hand to her cheek, smoothing the pads of his fingers over her face. Moira leaned into his touch. She seemed to catch herself doing that and quickly straightened up, running a hand through her hair.

"You checked up on me," Moira said, heading towards the center of the room. "I guess you can go now."

Victor rolled his eyes and straightened to his full height. He moved across the room to her and turned her so that she was facing him. Moira stared at his chest, blue eyes seeing but not really seeing. Victor put his hand under her chin and tilted her face up.

"I'm not leaving you like this," Victor told her softly.

Moira stared up at him for a long moment before bouncing onto her toes and brushing her lips against his. Victor snaked an arm around her and pulled her into a deeper kiss. Moira rolled her body against his, earning a growl from the feral mutant.

"You better think about this quickly," Victor warned her. "Because once I start, I'm not stopping."

Moira's gaze challenged him and she swiped her tongue over her bottom lip. "What makes you think that I want you to stop?"

Victor smirked and kissed her again, more passionately than before. He moved her towards the chair that sat in the middle of the room and pushed her down onto it. Moira looked at him with curious eyes that Victor ignored. He knelt before her and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside. Moira's eyes traced over his slightly furry chest and she bit her bottom lip. The feral mutant reached out and pulled off her leggings and her pretty lace panties, tossing them aside. His hands wandered up her legs and he was amazed by how smooth her skin was, how soft it felt. He pulled them apart, wide enough for him to settle between them. Then he took his tongue to her, earning a shiver and a gasp from the dancer.

Moira's fingers curled in his hair as he took her over one edge after another, tugging at it. Victor kept devouring her, making his claim to her.

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Victor moved his hips with final thrusts, groaning as he released the last of himself into Moira. She trembled under him and went limp, panting heavily. Victor smirked as he placed a final kiss on her shoulder and climbed off of her.

"That was…amazing," Moira managed to get out, running a hand through her hair.

Victor was about to make a comment when he heard footsteps approaching the room. He sat up and looked towards the door, trying to figure out who was coming. Just by the heavy footfalls, he knew it was Logan.

"We're about to have company, sweetheart," Victor warned, glancing over at her.

Moira sighed and wrapped an arm around her chest. "There's no time to put on clothes, is there?"

Victor shook his head. "No."

"Damn." She shrugged. "I guess whoever it is will get to see the show."

The door knob twisted and broke off. Logan pushed his way inside and his glare landed on Victor easily. Victor smirked at him and draped a hand over his knee. Logan's gaze moved onto Moira and his eyes darkened.

"So this is what you do when you go to dance practice by yourself," Logan commented, his voice harsh. "You cheat on me."

"Oh my God, Logan!" Moira exclaimed, rolling her eyes. "You have been cheating on me for God knows how long! But when I finally get the chance to feel something, you make me out to be the bad guy. I didn't plan this, but do I regret it? NO."

Logan moved farther into the room. "You probably didn't plan it, but he did."

Victor let out a little growl, but he didn't argue. Logan wasn't all that wrong.

"Moira, get your clothes on and come with me," Logan ordered, looking at her once more. "We're leaving."

Moira didn't move.

"Aw, did your fire crotch decide to dump you, Logan?" Victor taunted, looking at the man that he might have once considered a friend.

Logan pointed at him and growled. "Shut your damn mouth, Victor! You're this close to getting your ass slammed into the nearest mirror."

Victor rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right." His gaze turned to Moira. "You seriously dated this bum?"

"Yeah," Moira said, ducking her head.

"Moira, come here," Logan ordered.

"How about no?" Moira stuck her tongue out at him. "I'm not coming with you ever again. You can forget it, mister." She tapped her feet against the ground. "I've found someone who can actually make me feel good. Like I'm worth something more than being an arm piece. So fuck off and bub-bye loser. I'm hanging out with Victor."

"Tramp," Logan uttered under his breath.

Victor snarled and was on in his feet in an instant. "Come again?"

Logan glared at him and held his tongue. Victor stormed over to him and punched him in the gut as hard as he could.

"No one talks about her like that!" he growled. "Especially not you, asshole."

Moira moved between them. "Enough!" she snapped. "Don't fight, you two!" She turned slightly. "Logan, when I came in here tonight, I was feeling absolutely nothing. I was empty. I was numb. And Victor helped me feel something again when he came in here. It's not the most smooth transition between partners, but I don't want to be with you anymore. I want to be with him."

"But Moira," Logan protested.

"No. No more buts. You've had your chance – too many of them actually. It's time for us to go our different ways. You clearly have chosen the woman you want to be with." Moira pointed towards the door. "Go. And don't worry about me. I'll be taken care of properly."

Logan glared over her head at Victor. "You better not hurt her."

"Like you did?" Victor's hands tightened into fists. "That's not something that I would do to her. Fuck off."

Logan turned and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Victor stood behind Moira, his hands slowly reaching out and rubbing her arms. Moira sighed.

"That didn't go well," she muttered, shaking her head.

"Were you expecting him to be nice about another male coming onto his female?" Victor asked, lifting an eyebrow. "Alphas don't work like that, sweetheart."

Moira shrugged. "Oh well." She turned around and looked up at him. "Think we should get dressed and head out?"

A smirk touched Victor's lips. "I think we should go for another round."

Moira rolled her eyes. "Of course you do."

Victor lifted her into the air and squeezed her around the middle. Moira put her hands on his shoulders and looked down into his eyes, an eyebrow lifted in question.

"Let's see if we can crack some glass," Victor growled, moving across the room.

"Not the dancing mirrors!" Moira protested.

"Oh yes."

Moira gasped as her back collided with the cool glass on the wall. She looked so cute. Victor dipped his head and kissed her fiercely. She moaned softly and kissed him back.

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A/N: thanks for reading. -Scarlet