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Beloved Enemy	By : AmandaJean Category: X-men Comics > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2688 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part I Chapter 1
His name was Wolverine, an X-Man. Someone who was supposed to be a hero. He was someone who saved the day and took down the bad guy so all the hateful people could live in peace for another day. He was the guy who took kids under his wing when they needed it and taught them how to be better and how to be the good guy themselves. He was also the one who always found his way into teams and into trouble.
He was the best there was, and as he always says what he did best wasn’t very nice. It was why some of the teams he was on had him and it was why programs wanted him. It was also why he had so many enemies.
And Wolverine knew himself best out of all those teams and out of all those kids and doctors of torment and pain. He knew there was a kind of darkness in him; deep within his bones even before everyone else did. His darkness was deeper then the adamantium that always caused him agony and deeper then the programming that controlled his very existence for a time. Romulus whispered it from the start and Weapon X nurtured it with his own rage and anger. But Wolverine breathed it. Day in and day out.
Wolverine’s darkness was controllable when the X-Men were something recognizable and Xavier was still the white king on the chessboard. It was controlled and managed and finally not a threat to anyone he cared for.
But as things fell apart in the world with mutants and humans and anything between, when people started to die on him and corruption really started to take hold in every inch of the world he once fought for. Bled for. Killed for and tortured for. The team that gave him hope was nothing more than a skeleton crew fighting what they fought was the good fight.
It wasn't. They were now on life-support that was running out. But he still couldn’t bring himself to regret any of those choices. He didn’t.
Now however, Wolverine wasn’t sure if he knows anything in the world aside from what’s going on internally and what he has to figure out for himself. And even then he hardly knew anything. Just that the darkness was growing in him and clouding his vision making it harder and harder for him to focus on the good and fight for the good. 'Was it clouding? Or clearing?' Wolverine thought bitterly to himself. He just didn’t know anymore. He did what he could to help his twisted boy, but found that to be a tedious and now pointless action. It was a realization that should concern him because he did honestly love Itsu, the beautiful woman who mothered his son and shown him what it felt like to know what peace was like. But like peace with him, it didn’t last long. Wolverine honestly did want to help his boy at one time, stop him from going down a path that would most likely end with his son’s death.
It didn’t matter that the boy was actually sixty years old at least; he was still a boy in comparison to Wolverine. A child. X-23 was spacing herself from him, he knew she started to figure out something was wrong with him. So was Daken at this point, who seemed sadistically pleased with it and seemed to want to think he was right about Wolverine all along.
That Romulus was right. Maybe they were?
But Wolverine stubbornly couldn’t stop himself from coming to the conclusion that they weren’t right at all. Unfortunately the one who was right, the one who seemed to know all along was now dead. Killed by Wolverine and left to rot and feed the local wildlife.
'Quod Sum Eris “I am what you will be”'
Wolverine hated how those words now haunted him during his waking hours and when he tried to sleep, taunting him and making his insides quiver with something unrecognizable. He hated how the darkness in him made him consider things he never wanted to consider before. Things that would have scared him, angered him and induced self-loathing.
Melita was now unsure about him now, almost timid. Especially after he hurt her, he didn’t mean to not completely anyways. He felt cornered and odd. She also stopped calling him Logan; she now was calling him by Wolverine instead. He didn’t want her too! Wolverine’s lips curled in anger as his grip on his beer tightened at the thought. He knew he wouldn’t be going back to her place tonight; he didn’t want to hurt her again. And he knew there was a chance he might snap at her at the wrong time, start a fight that would end up with her hurt and unfortunately cowering.
He was supposed to be a good guy! He was the guy who was supposed to protect people from the no good sons of a bitches of the world!
Yet now he didn’t know. This was worse then when he got his memories back and was having to re-evaluate the beliefs he’s adopted since losing his memories. Now he knew his beliefs and had his memories intact and yet he didn’t know if he wanted those beliefs and if they were even his beliefs at all. And now standing here, on top of a two story building witnessing an act he would have killed to stop. He did nothing, just sat there with an empty expression on his face as he watched that situation continue.
With his keen senses he could hear all of the pleadings to stop and the sounds of every whimper and moan and groan and chuffs as well as the sound of skin slapping against skin. His nose picked up the scents of the activity as well as the blood. Not to mention he could see it happening clearly as well. It was almost as though he was right there with them. Tears, he could smell those too.
He felt nothing for what was happening and Wolverine found himself turning away and walking towards the door that he used to get up here, kicking the doorstopper he used to hold the door open out of the way as he opened the door and entered the building. Wolverine figured his best option tonight would most likely be the local club, it was a big building and crowded with minors and adults dressed up for the night on the town. It wasn’t his usual place to go, but he figured it would be better then nothing and no one would look for him there.
It took him a total of twenty minutes of getting there and inside, it was loud and the lights were low and colored for intimacy as the many bodies moved in a large mass on the dance floor to loud techno music Wolverine doubted was music. The waitresses had on skin tight uniforms that were pleasing to the eye and he had to turn away from them for slightly unrecognized feelings tingling in the back of his mind. The barkeeper had on a tight uniform as well and was watching the female bodies like a dog waiting for a treat. Wolverine didn’t care about that though; he just focused on what he wanted while being aware that he appeared out of place here in his usual dress code of jeans, a wifebeater and a simple unbuttoned plaid shirt.
“What can I get for you?” Wolverine heard the bartender say, the man was yelling so Wolverine would hear him well enough. Didn’t know that Wolverine would have been able to hear him if he spoke normally. Wolverine didn’t give that away though.
“Ya got a beer?” Wolverine gruffly replied, eyeing him with a hard look while keeping his keen senses trained on everything going on around him. He didn’t trust anything here, or anywhere. Didn’t really have a reason to.
“Yup.” The bartender confirmed while preparing to get just that, and being that the question wasn’t a specific order he got the rare choice to pick one of his own choosing so he trusted his judgment and got something strong prepared.
“’en that’ll be it.” Wolverine answered briskly as he simply took the beer and found a secluded part at the end of the bar, back turned away from everyone else in distrust. He heard the whispered word of ‘asshole’ from the bartender and Wolverine wanted nothing more than to lunge across the counter at the man. But he held off after all that wasn’t something he should do. It wasn’t the right thing to do, or at least he knew it wasn’t the right thing to do. But it was a promising temptation to say the least.
Sniffing the air he could pick up the scents of drugs, alcohol, sweat, arousal, food and other bodily fluid. Dirty place, despite it being all fancied up. The V.I.P rooms upstairs were overlooking the place. Four rooms in total, and he could tell from faint sounds from above that two of them were occupied. Private parties for no doubt high up people having a plain old good time if the screams of pleasure were any indication. Wolverine growled lowly to himself.
He spotted Daken on the other side of the club though Wolverine was still relevantly unnoticed; the boy was wooing some hapless idiot into doing something Daken wants no doubt. Wolverine already was aware that his boy wasn’t really into either gender, just whichever got him whatever it was he wanted at the time. Today it was a woman, tomorrow probably either male or female again. Before he could do much more, including take the last gulp of his beer, Wolverine picked up a scent that should be impossible to smell at all unless it was in his mind, but Wolverine found that he doubted that. The scent belonged to someone who was by many indications dead, after Wolverine was the one who killed him. He left his head and body where they fell to the scavengers.
For the rest of the night he ignored it, or at least tried to ignore it. After all, Sabretooth was dead. Wolverine watched the area, Daken was gone and Wolverine frowned slightly, but all in all he didn’t care too much about that.
It wasn’t until 4 am when he finally left the loud local club that he was faced with the truth as he walked around on empty streets while it was just starting to hit early morning. But he hardly noticed that after all why should he because he was used to pulling all nighters no matter what he’s doing. The scent came back to his attention again, but this time it wasn’t this wasn’t just a trace he picked up like he did in the club. This was practically a whole nose full!
“Ya missed me runt?” A taunting voice practically purred from behind him. Wolverine turned around angrily, claws out and glaring only to come face to face with the owner of that scent. Sabretooth himself, dressed in casual clothing as well and a rather arrogant and taunting expression on his face. And worse there was a knowing look in Sabretooth’s eyes, like he knew the changes Wolverine was going through almost like he always knew it would happen.
“How the hell did ya survive!” Wolverine immediately demanded. The only response he received for that was a chuckle, one that sent shivers down his spine when it wasn’t supposed to. He hated that it did. It was in that new category of unrecognizable and odd emotions that he’s been dealing with for a bit now.
~~NEXT SECTION~~
Sabretooth couldn’t say for sure how long he was following Romulus’s command or even if it was willing. It didn’t matter though, not anymore. It was what it was, end of story. And what will be is a completely different thing. Sabretooth knew that to be the fact. He could say for sure that his childhood was true. That he had an abusive father, a timid mother with cancer and a murdered older brother who he killed himself.
By the time he actually met the runt, was either when the whelp cut off his damn hand or was it the time with that frail Silver fox or something? Either way the runt actually had the audacity to stand up to him, despite the fact that deep down the runt was going to be just like him. Sabretooth was following Romulus’s command then, pity for him. And during the whole Weapon X thing, he was working for Romulus then too. He taunted the runt even when Romulus was watching and reprimanded him for it. And of course every time he got reprimanded for it, it came out as a calm order or even a slight taunt. But when others weren’t looking, Sabretooth really got his ass handed to him.
But it didn’t stop Sabretooth, he was accustomed to pain. So much in fact that he could still plan through painful experiences and no matter which mind trick Romulus used, Sabretooth plotted. Taunt the runt. Anger the runt. And then watch as the runt escapes and eventually gets tucked into Xavier’s bed and in his protection against Romulus’s influences. That was when he started to use the Golden boy more. Training the next generation to be the perfect puppet ruler.
Daken the son of Wolverine himself.
That didn’t go well either, and a long story short Romulus’s fate dictated that he would lose not to the son, but to the father who refuses his control and fought against it with Deadpool’s help in the planning part. No wonder it was a crazy plot. Sabretooth knew this because he was quite capable of investigating the matter after he was fully healed from being supposedly killed off. Surprise, surprise. And since then he was biding his time, watching things happen and feeling smug for it at the same time. And all of his laying low paid off and led him to this night.
Sabretooth followed the runt for the entire night, for reasons that were obvious to himself because after all he was the only one who knew his own intentions. He made sure that he stayed downwind the entire time. Slipping up only twice, once in the club and of course now. And he saw the fact that the runt didn’t do anything to stop the rape from happening, the little Wolverine didn’t go out of his way to be the hero he liked to play while he was with the X-Men and all the other little groups the runt joined.
This only served to further prove that Sabretooth was right about the runt all along, and he was sure that it was Cyclops’s decisions and life itself wasn’t helping the runt keep that good hero image built up during Xavier’s rule over the X-Men. And that knowledge served only to excite Sabretooth in ways he found himself being excited in their past fights, he always had to take care of it later on whether he won or lost against the runt. A frail always had to substitute and deal with the excitement such situations caused him.
And he was never satiated enough. The frails were too bendable, they were too easy to break and above all else they were too weak in general.
But he decided that this time, this time he was going to change that completely. He was going to have the runt satiate him. And with Romulus out of the way, Sabretooth was free to do what he wanted and how he wanted it. No more old fools pulling the strings! He will be the one on top of the food chain and the one on top of the ladder. Everyone else will be beneath him, and of course those who decide to join him in the later days will be ranked one or two spots behind him. Everything else was either going to be mere playthings or sources to take your anger out and to do your bidding.
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