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Common knowledge says I should feel guilty for what I was doing, for what I was letting him do to me. But reality set in the second his cock stretched me out on all fours. I may be my aunt, but like she said, her past was hers to bare not mine. The room felt on fire as Viktor rammed into me one powerful thrust after another. Every moan, every grunt that escaped him, I created. To have an effect on someone, to have them make such noises made me feel important. And each moan that left my lips, made his fingers grip my hips tighter. Each position he put me in made me feel better than the previous one. I felt I was in space, my mind connected with his.

Finally he had me on my back, holding my right leg over his shoulder and with each long and slow thrust, his eyes locked with mine. My hand gripped the blankets beneath us. I cried out as I felt him deep inside me. He gave a lustful smirk at my cries and kept moving at the same pace. I wondered what would happen if someone came in and caught us, but no one would come. We could do this forever, a Drago and a Creed. I felt like he was a dog and I was a cat and we were supposed to be mortal enemies, but instead we are here fucking. A dog and a cat.

I could imagine his father… Ivan Drago slipping into the hospital to visit my weak aunt. He would be in a black hat, jacket and pants, trying to hide who he was.

He would be staring at her with tired old eyes wondering how things could have happened between them. He lifts his large hand to gently caress her baby soft skin. How could they have fallen so far from one another? Two sons: A son who protects his mother and despises his father. A son who protects his father and despises his mother. And here we are doing it again.

Viktor lied down on his side and turned me on my side so that my back was pressed against his hardened chest. My legs part as he slides right back in, the perfect fit. His arm holds my hips to his as he moves back and forth with more elevated speed. I pant hard feeling the pleasure fill me up and overflow through my mind. One of his arms wraps around my chest and holds on to me as I feel him fill me up. My walls gush with pleasure and I shiver hard. He must have expected this since he held me to him. We panted gently, calming ourselves before the room was silent. I didn't want to ask the questions that needed to be asked.

"What does this make us?" I hear him suddenly ask, and I looked up at him. His eyes are gentle and fair. He doesn't seem worried, but I knew worry could come at any second.

"What do you want it to make us?" I asked lowly, cautiously. He stared down at me and shook his head.

"I don't want us to just be this, sex." he said. "I know I will have to take my training more seriously as fight with your brother is coming. But I don't want things to end between us. I don't want fight to end us. I don't want us to go back to being just Creed and Drago, Drago and Creed. That's all the media will say anyways as fight draws near. I know it will not be fair to ask you to root for me… but it would feel good to know someone is on my team." he said lowly, his eyes looking down now as he pulls the blankets over our bodies, a sign saying he didn't plan to leave tonight. Which would be okay. I nuzzled into him more. I could only imagine how lost and empty I would feel if I didn't have my own aunt in my corner, my brother. Viktor may have his father in his corner, but it wasn't unconditional love a parent should have for their child. Yet he was fighting everyday to please his father, even if it meant fighting others.

I nuzzled my face on his chest and I feel his hand rest on my hair sensually.

"I will not say it will be easy to be in my brother's corner and yours… but I will do my very best to give you the support you need." I said, and he closed his eyes and sighed happily leaning his head over mine.

"Thank you." he said into my hair, and I smiled and kissed the spot right above his nipple.

"Of course." I replied softly.

"So does this make us secret boyfriend and girlfriend?" he asked in a childlike manner, and I laughed gently, but I knew the question had to be addressed.

"If that means we can still go out even if we have to hide it, and you're not afraid to hold my hand in public and kiss me like no one is watching then yes." I challenged. I knew that was a lot to ask of him, because soon cameras would be all over him. Viktor seemed to be processing my words before taking my hand and bringing it to his lips. They were warm and supple. I loved the feel of them so much.

"Yes." he replied, and I smiled and watched him bite the tips of my fingers. I giggled and pulled them back only for him to try and bite them again. I don't even remember us falling asleep. A few seconds of quiet and we were out like lights. I awoke to white outside and I blinked as I realized I was on my side. A hot body was pressed into mine, and I blinked slowly looking over my shoulder to see Viktor was slid down to the middle of my bed, his arm around my lower hip, his face pressed into my lower back. He didn't snore, he didn't make a sound. His body moved though, and that was enough for me. I gently moved my arm back and lightly ran my hand over his head only for him to gasp and sit up quickly. I was not expecting that reaction as I noticed he had his hand over his chest. That made me alert.

Was he having a panic attack too? I sat up immediately. Not him too.

"What is it? What's wrong?" I questioned with panic before he shook his head slowly.

"I'm… used to my dad punching me in the chest to wake me up before training. I guess it was just instinct." he said softly looking down at his chest. I winced at his words feeling sorry for knowing that. I leaned down and slowly moved his hand away from his chest and kissed it softly.

"Sorry. I… thought you were having a panic attack, too." I said.

"We both jumpy." he noticed, and I nodded running my fingers through my messy hair.

"Do you have to go?" I asked and he gave a painful nod.

"Yes. I am sure my dad is expecting me back with a lecture on how a relationship isn't something he is ready for me to have right now." he said. I felt bad for him not to have a healthy life like someone his age should. I kept my hand curled into his and I nodded.

"Well text me or call me if you need anything." I replied, and he leaned in to me resting his forehead against mine.

"Thank you, for coming into my life." he said gently, and I just smiled rubbed my head against his slowly before caressing his cheek. Once he left, I cleaned up my place, showered and headed to the hospital immediately. As I pulled in, parked, and went inside, I noticed Aunt Alicia was already in the waiting room, scribbling on the clip board at the front desk. She was in black slacks, a red blouse and a black coat. A yellow gold necklace hung around her neck. Her fingers covered with black leather gloves.

"Auntie." I called and she turned to me with a warm smile. She wasn't wearing any make up and I already felt tears streaming down my face as I embraced her. She shushed me gently and rubbed the back of my hair.

"I'm okay." she said. I sniffled and leaned back and looked her over. She looked and smelled clean.

"Alexander said the doctor said you needed to rest." I replied and she nodded.

"And I will, but I will not take up a bed when someone else could use it. I will rest at home. My doctors have my records of what happened, and someone will be making house calls to come check on me. That I can assure you." she said. I nodded happy she was just standing in front of me.

"You're flying back now?" I asked, and she nodded.

"I am. I haven't heard from your brother so it is time for me to deal with him." she said. And risk stressing herself more.

"Auntie just let it go. If he wants to talk to you, he can. I don't want you overdoing anything." I said with concern and she just wrapped her arm around mine and walked me to the doors of the hospital. She shook her head.

"He will be training soon and fighting Viktor Drago here. He must not be distracted." she said. But if I knew my brother, I knew he was already distracted. It's not something he can ignore. The woman who raised him and supported him also had a lover who killed our father and his cousin is that lover's son. This news wasn't something to just wash over.

"Is Alex okay? Maybe he didn't tell him." I hoped and she nodded.

"He will be fine. He doesn't care about knowing who his father is now. He's went his entire life without him and he will continue to strive with or without Ivan Drago." she explained. Reporters were waiting on the other side of the glass door to ask her questions no doubt. But she didn't seem worried.

"What should I do? What can I do?" I asked, and she shook her head.

"Continue taking your pictures. Paint something." she said with an old, wise smile. I thought about her words before nodding slowly. I did want to paint something of Viktor and I.

"Okay. I'll be flying to America to see you and Rocky and everyone else soon." I said and she nodded.

"Hopefully before the weigh in of Viktor and your brother. Rocky isn't training him and that's thrown all of us off it seems." she said before leaning in and hugging me. I hugged her back and we split from there. Reporters followed us both to our cars, but I drove off without giving any comments. They weren't about me or my aunt's health. They were about my brother's fight. The vultures didn't care. I made sure my phone's bluetooth was on and just listened to my Disney playlist. It kept me connected to my childhood, kept me calm and helped me reminisce to a time when things seemed easier and better. I was listening to Far Longer Than Forever.

"Like no love ever known," I sang with Odette and Derek. "And with your love I'll never be alone. Far longer than forever. Much stronger than forever. And with your love, I'll never be alone." Odette was always a beautiful name, I thought. Maybe one day if I have a daughter, I would name her Odette, Odette Viola Creed. Once I was home, I texted my brother to see how he was. I got slow and short responses. I knew he needed to be alone to do this. I got out my sketchbook and thought of what I wanted to draw. Viktor and I. Drago and Creed. Romeo and Juliet. I gawked at the thought and just started to doodle. I got a text from Viktor.

Viktor

Dad was mad for me coming home late. I actually like that I'm rebelling against what he wants.

Me

Just don't piss him off more or he'll run you ragged when jogging. Your legs will be jelly by the end of it.

Viktor

Can I come over later?

Me

Sure. Are you training now?

Viktor

Getting dressed to start jogging. Will run by your place soon.

Me

Okay. Stay warm and don't let him break you.

I started to sketch some pages. The first was an outline of Viktor looking into a mirror and seeing his father's reflection. The look of disapproval is visible. On another page, was me doing the exact same thing but it was with my father and he looked almost disappointed. Damn they were good pictures but depressing. I flipped the page and started to sketch something else, something beautiful. I had my Apple Music playing on my Alexa in the kitchen. S Club 7's Never Had a Dream Come True was playing softly on it. I was so into my work, I didn't even hear it turn to Leona Lewis' Here I Am.

I drew myself in a long flowing dress, sparkling and purple like Ariel from the Little Mermaid when her father gave her his blessing to be a human by turning her with his mighty triton. It flowed into the oblivion of the bottom page, and I was holding onto Viktor who was shirtless with his arms protectively around me. He's eyes are darkened out as he looks down at me. I sketch everyone's faces around us looking down at us with blatant disapproval. Rocky, Adonis, Alexander, my aunt and father on one side. Ivan Drago, Ludmilla Drago and the Russian flag looked down at disgust at Viktor. How dare he have emotions and feelings for someone else. There was a knock on the door and my head snapped up.

Did Viktor come to surprise me? No. He was focused on his work out he wouldn't come here. Or maybe he would. I smiled and got up moved to the door and opened it with a happy smile only for it to drop at the sight of Ricky Conlan staring there in his own work out gear that he could play off as casual close. He looked up at me with his usual half smile.

What in the world was he doing here?

Author's notes

Hey all hope you're enjoying this. Once it ends it will be the last fic of Forbidden Temptation and then ill get back to finish my other fics. I know a guest asked me about if i had anything else in mind with the other characters, but there will not be anything else after this.