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Beloved Enemy	By : AmandaJean Category: X-men Comics > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2688 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men, Nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Authoress Note: So what did you think of chapter 1? And just as important, what do you think of this chapter. As you've no doubt figured it out this story is only part I of a series that I'm doing where I'm taking Wolverine and turning him bad more or less. And yes, it is slash between Sabretooth and Wolverine. Hope you don't mind, but that's one of my absolute favorite slash pairings.
Don't forget to leave a comment, let me know what you think or if you have questions. I'll do my best to answer them...
Part I Chapter 2
Just like any other fight that happened when paths crossed intentionally or not, this one was equally brutal and just as savage in its lack of humanity. Blood was spilt; clothing looked like rags on both of them and any color the clothing used to be can only be seen in patches now. The funny thing was Wolverine’s clothing was new. He only bought a week ago, and when it comes down to how he shopped for clothing and other necessities it was considered new.
The fight itself, they both threw themselves into had them sounding more like animals now then men, they both were growling and roaring out in pure rage and bloodlust. There was something primal in this fight, almost ancient in nature and today’s homo sapiens and so-called homo superiors wouldn’t even begin to understand the primal edge to the fight and instead would be frightened if they had any sense at all. However, the fight itself led them to a broken down building where the very foundation looked questionable.
The questionable building seemed to be on its last legs was now getting a new paint-job courtesy of both Sabretooth and Wolverine; their blood was splattered and pooling around them along with bits of flesh and fabric from their clothing that got caught on claws only to be torn away.
The most damnable thing of all was that Wolverine was actually enjoying this fight. It’s been too long since he could fight like this, to do what he normally couldn’t do and just let go. To simply lose it altogether. And fight tooth ‘n claw against someone who could fight just the same, with the same abandonment and the sheer savagery he could. Every one of those, Sabretooth matched him with. In spades! Daken probably could, but it wouldn’t feel the same to Wolverine so he didn’t fight like this with the boy. It almost felt like this kind of fight was reserved for Sabretooth and Sabretooth only. Sure he lost it on other enemies, but none of those was like this fight or any other fight with Sabretooth.
Wolverine heard a pained chuckle; it was obvious to him that Sabretooth was far too amused for his own good. And it was even more obvious now, truly that no one was keeping Sabretooth on a tight leash. He truly was a free and wild animal roaming a jungle made of concrete and growing misery. That would be counted as a bad thing for anyone involved; Wolverine even with his reluctant changes knew and understood this.
“I’m right, aren’t I.” Sabretooth mockingly said, and that was enough to make Wolverine’s lip to curl as he snarled angrily. How dare Sabretooth simply jump to conclusions, no matter how close they were to the truth! Or at least what’s starting to seem like the truth these days. Especially after Sabretooth never answered Wolverine’s one question. How did he survive?!
Fighting off another growl that threatened to come out Wolverine tightened his fists at his side, claws already out and ready for him to use. The scent of their blood was thick in the air, and an underlining of something else. Both arousal and fear tinged the air just underneath the blood. The fear was from someone who witnessed the fight, most likely homeless or a passerby. And Wolverine’s hearing picked up four other heartbeats in total. Sabretooth’s heartbeat, his and the common mice that no doubt built a nest somewhere in this building. The mice’s heartbeats were getting farther and farther as they scurried away to safer ground, instinct for such small creatures.
“You ain’t right, bub. You don’ know shit about anything Sabretooth!” Wolverine snarled out angrily, feeling the last of his organs knitting back in to place and muscle back to where its supposed to be. The skin sealing up as though the wound itself was erased from existence, the only thing giving away that it existed at all was the blood left behind.
There was another chuckle from Sabretooth, but this one was without pain as the last of his injuries finished healing as well. Wolverine always did like to think that his healing factor was the best, but Sabretooth proved him wrong time and time again.
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Things couldn’t have been better by the long shot! And Sabretooth was beyond exhilaration to say the least; the fight was everything he could have hoped that it would be. And the fact that it was obvious that Wolverine was fighting with just as much abandonment as Sabretooth was just made it all the more thrilling. Sabretooth managed to dodge the question of how he survived, in his opinion that was unimportant so instead he insulted the runt. His own words floated back to him in memory.
'“You feel it don’ ya runt? That darkness, the thrill it causes ‘at makes your average Joes ‘n frails flinch away in fear?” His own chuckle interrupted his words, but it wasn’t long since he continued,
“Quod Sum Eris, runt. Ain’t that true. An’ you k now it now more ‘en most. You’re pup only feels the tip o’ it. But you, you runt you breath it. Live it. Heh, an’ that makes you just like me. A photo-copy o’ me.” It was true, he didn’t know where he ended and the runt started now.
Sabretooth listened as Wolverine’s growls only increased, after all what other response could the whelp make.
“Ain’t it wonderful. Ain’t it thrilling.” Sabretooth concluded with a smirk and that was all it really took to set the runt off. And it was glorious; no words were spoken keeping up with the theme of this short conversation it would seem like. Sabretooth watched as those claws came to life, hair stood on end and the runt’s expression spoke of unhinged rage. Sabretooth met that rage with his own, and his own claws lengthened to deadly talons that could shred a man within minutes and cut most metal.'
The runt obviously didn’t agree with his words if the fight was any indication at all. And it wasn’t always a give away like most would like to think, sometimes when Wolverine fought like this it wasn’t always out of anger sometimes it was a diversion and a way to get the ball rolling or get out of something. But this one, this one was an honest fight after all Sabretooth knew what he said was the truth, and deep down Wolverine knew it as well. Why deny one’s nature then? One thing was obvious though, the runt was finally learning why Sabretooth would rather embrace this sort of lifestyle then try to be something he wasn’t. It was worse then what Sabretooth did for fun. Sabretooth smirked to himself, it took the runt long enough to even start learning that and hopefully getting past the whole denial thing.
Sabretooth became aware from the start that there were eyes watching the fight. Eyes that were unafraid and not new to what they were seeing. Daken, the little snot nosed golden boy of Romulus. The tattooed whelp will get it handed to him one day, and Sabretooth will be the one to do it. The boy had more good in him than the runt did at sixty years old, which no one would believe because of how Daken acts today with his stupid attempts of becoming a new kingpin in LA and trying to take over other things without much success. The whelp was trying too hard. Father and son were actually pretty similar now that Sabretooth actually thought about it, the runt tried to be good at that age and Daken tried so hard to be bad. The runt puts on a really good show too, Daken on the other hand was being simply pathetic and nothing more than a spoiled brat who will get it handed to him by good ol’ Sabretooth.
And lo and behold, the runt flat out denied what Sabretooth had said which was absolutely stupid of the runt because denying it was the same as lying to yourself and that was just wrong. Sabretooth ended up getting a growled retort and all, but they were nothing more than just words. Sabretooth didn’t even bother gracing Wolverine with any backtalk because the runt was wrong; Sabretooth knew a lot of things about him, things people couldn’t even dream of knowing. Instead, Sabretooth lunged at the runt, managed to knock a door down behind the runt. Both of them landing on top of it, and Sabretooth managed to keep the runt pinned underneath him. What a fun place for the runt to be!
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You wouldn’t believe that he managed to beat this son of a bitch many times before given how easy it was for Wolverine to get pinned like this, including the time he could have sworn he left the animal’s body for the scavengers for what was supposed to be the final time. But here he was with no gained answer just new healed injuries and more reasons to get angry and rage against the larger man.
Wolverine roared in frustration and anger as he felt that weight on top of him that refused to budge. It was no question on how he got into this position in the first place, all you had to do was imagine it as a hard tackle like you’d see in a football game just more lethal and strength put into it. He cursed Sabretooth’s ability to simply lunge like that; it knocks the wind out of him and no doubt anybody who got tackled down by this guy. Wolverine, however, was one of those few people who could recover from it and then react to it. And he planned to!
Wolverine’s claws were already out and digging into Sabretooth’s stomach and his throat, he felt warm blood join the cooling blood that was already covering parts of him from the fight so far. Wolverine had to struggle a lot just to keep his claws in place, but a few well placed punches to his throat managed to cause enough damage and unfortunately enough distraction for Sabretooth to get the upper hand in this small power struggle.
Not to mention it didn’t really help that his healing factor was starting to wear down due to the amount of healing it was being forced to do, something it always had to do in fights against this guy on top of tending to the adamantium that covered his bones.
And because of all of this, Wolverine’s claws were forcefully removed from Sabretooth’s body and his arms restrained against the cold floor putting him into a position of vulnerability. Rage burned in Wolverine, so deep he could practically choke on it just as he was nearly choking on his own blood from having his throat punched a few times and hard enough to puncture something. Thank goodness for healing factors!
“There ain’t no denyin’ it now runt. There’s darkness in you, the same that’s in me. An’ ya can’t fight it anymore, can ya? Yer X-Buddies ain’t really helpin’ you now, ‘re they?” Sabretooth’s cold words cut through his rage, but only for a short moment before he let out another roar of anger ignoring the pain it caused him to roar and he struggled. Kicking and twisting and attempting to bite while pulling at his arms as he did everything he could think of to try to get out of this vulnerable position. Gnashing his teeth together Wolverine let out snarls and growls at being stuck in such a position.
Wolverine liked to think and consider himself a man most of the time, but just because you consider yourself one and think like one doesn’t stop his more feral side to hint at emotions and reactions to this and that. He was territorial and aggressive to outsiders most of the time, though he rarely showed it. Wolverine was aware that he was alpha material, in an animalistic kind of logic. Which was why he never really bared his neck to anyone and that was why he glared down certain individuals when trying to order him around. But there was no doubt that there was an animal in him, a savage beast who crueler then normal animals and crueler then some men most of the time. And it was that animal that he listened to when it came to his instincts in a fight and situation like this one.
The animal in him practically howled in sheer need to get out of this position, and roared its need for retaliation and blood for this. The only thing that somehow stilled it and stilled Wolverine as well was the feeling of sharp teeth sinking into his neck. And hard. Wolverine could only stare up at the cracked ceiling in stunned silence at the fact that for the first time that he could remember clearly someone was biting his neck, it was something purely animalistic and dare he say dominating. Wolverine’s nipped at plenty of necks in his time with plenty of woman who shared a bed with him in either relationships or one night stands and flings. But none of them or anyone actually sunk their own teeth into Wolverines neck! He just didn’t allow it to come close to that for obvious reasons.
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