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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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Authoress Note: Well? What do you think?
Part I Chapter 4
There was only so much struggling that could happen before one grew tired of it altogether and feel the need to put a stop to it. And Sabretooth was losing his patience with Wolverine’s struggling; it nearly caused him to snarl and rage in response. Truthfully it was starting to get very old and at a very fast rate even for Sabretooth and he loves it when people struggle against him, but this wasn’t one of those situations where he could get satisfaction from the struggling. This situation was completely different. And no matter what Sabretooth did he just couldn’t get the very stubborn and unwilling runt to co-operate, despite the fact that Wolverine’s body obviously screamed for more. More of which Sabretooth would happily give in spades, but Wolverine was being true to what Sabretooth pointed out only moments ago. A bitch who wanted it, but didn’t want to get mounted, it was mildly entertaining to start with, but growing out of its entertaining purposes at a fast rate. The guy was just too damn stubborn for his own good half the time. Just like how he pretended to be something he wasn’t.
And with the rising darkness Sabretooth could easily spot in the runt, it was too much of a temptation to just let go at this point and why should Sabretooth deny that and not take advantage of it. So there was no going back for Sabretooth; he was now completely determined to get this over and done with. To claim the little Wolverine and one day start something that is far grander then what Romulus could have ever envisioned with the whole top of the food chain and the sheep below thing, it became extinct with the failed top dog that was now locked away with no return. And Daken, the golden boy of Romulus and pathetic whelp who was trying to take over the criminal underworld and who was now being a complete voyeur would only get two choices in this created future of Sabretooth’s. Submit to their rule or die. There wasn’t any in between. And Wolverine would go along with it in the end, all because of that darkness that was just like Sabretooth’s.
But this struggling and the pointless fighting was getting to be far too annoying for Sabretooth’s tastes. A low growl rumbled in his chest, he was going to stop this and start this thing tonight! So that left only one option at this point. And that was to switch positions altogether!
Without any form of hesitation or debating on the matter, Sabretooth started to manhandle Wolverine enough so that he ended up on his belly leaving his backside all but exposed to Sabretooth’s will. Sabretooth could smell fresh blood from cuts given by accident from lengthened claws that won’t be shortened until Sabretooth was satisfied with some co-operation and hopefully participation coming from the runt.
Sabretooth gleefully noted to himself that the runt wasn’t going to be any more pleased with the shifting of positions than he was with the whole idea in the first place.
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If anyone was to see Wolverine now, they would think of him as some kind of rabid animal who was nearly foaming at the mouth with jaws snapping shut in a threatening manner. They wouldn’t be far-off in that assumption. Snarling angrily Wolverine ended up doing everything he could from arching, to elbowing, to twisting his body from right to left and back to forward, pushing at the ground with his legs and every attempt to bite Sabretooth. All of it was next to useless; Sabretooth was very skilled at restraining. 'He had ta be, with all of those murders ‘n rapes under his belt!' Wolverine growled inwardly. What made things worse was that his body seemed to react the opposite of what he would have wanted it to – or did it? After all he wasn’t so angry at Sabretooth’s expertise in restraining came from. Those were a couple of things that cruelly left him confused at the moment, just like how he found things were changing in him. Making him wrong somehow, where did it all start to go wrong?
'Quod Sum Eris…'
Those damn words floated back to him and he hated them, and all because everything in the changes that’s happening with Wolverine, his darkness. Everything. It all makes it seem like Sabretooth might have been right all along, and Wolverine felt both numb to it and angry. It suddenly felt very unavoidable and it gave him a sense of betrayal aimed towards someone he didn’t know deserved it or may not have deserved that sense of betrayal. Or perhaps that sense of betrayal was somehow directed at himself in some way.
He didn’t have too long to muse on anything or even consider how much he hated those words Sabretooth practically preached down to him for as long as Wolverine could remember. Within seconds Wolverine found himself on his stomach and feeling very exposed. Despite the heavy body against him, Wolverine stopped struggling. A loud snarl rumbled out of him voicing his protestations about this unwanted situation. Though it wasn’t likely that Sabretooth would ever consider that and if Sabretooth did he wouldn’t acknowledge it at all.
Wolverine heard a chuckle that was clearly heard right next to his ear, it ended up sending chills where Wolverine didn’t want it to go. But Wolverine didn’t do anything. He knew Sabretooth was going to mock him in some usual or in this situation unusual way. He wasn’t disappointed.
“Don’ know why yer fightin’ this so much. It’s obvious ya want it, can smell it in yer scent.” Sabretooth purred out, burying his nose against the back of Wolverine’s ear and inhaling only to prove himself right to Wolverine. Practically showcasing it for Wolverine to see that point clearly, Wolverine wasn’t impressed at all to say the least. Letting out a snarl Wolverine struggled up to the point he felt an arm circle around his waist pulling him up to his knees. For one second he could have sworn he felt someone watching, but shrugged that off. He had bigger things to worry about than someone seeing him like this.
Like a rather pushy asshole on top of him at the moment making it very clear as to what he wanted out of this situation.
Wolverine strangely found himself not entirely sure of what to think about this position aside from the anger he found himself feeling for falling into such a situation that he wasn’t fighting as badly as he always figured that he would. It was frustrating. But, one thing was the same out of all of this, he still felt pinned as he was when he was stuck on his back. Wolverine curled his lip in anger baring his teeth, despite the fact that it won’t help in any way. After all no one could see it.
And with Sabretooth’s obvious manhood pressed up against his rear insistently wasn’t helping either. If anything it just seemed to mock him with what’s happening at the moment. Wolverine hated it. His inner animal protested against it, like it wasn’t fond of which position he was stuck in and that was the position of the bitch of the situation in an animal kind of way. That only gave Wolverine more conflict that he would have to deal with, like any other time the human mind clashed with his animal like instincts.
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It was safe to say that Sabretooth nearly found himself laughing hysterically at the entire situation and all the little information tidbits he’s picked up on. The runt for example was behaving completely different from what Sabretooth originally expected when this idea entered his mind. Sabretooth expected there to be a lot more fighting than this, more snarling and more insults thrown his way while resistance kept up with no leeway given to him. But, none of that really happen as much as he thought that it would have. Not that Sabretooth was complaining at this point. It didn’t take him long to free himself of his pants using one hand while his other was used to hold the runt in place. Not an easy task to do, despite the lack of the amount of resistance that was expected at the beginning. But Sabretooth managed; after all he was good at this sort of thing.
It gone without saying, Sabretooth was never the good guy; he was never one to be gentle or loving, maybe at one time he might have been or possibly could have been, but that was long dead and forgotten. Not to mention at this point in his life it wasn’t in his nature, but he could establish in his own mind well enough those he did in fact possess as his own and not to hurt completely, and then there were those he used and disposed of later on as though they were used up garbage and there was his instant kills or rapes, but either way they all ended up dead in the end. If they survived they were damaged goods and completely shattered, useless to society.
Sabretooth did this routine many times before, barely to a male, but he still knew what to do. He lined himself up, then freely inviting himself to the runt without any preparation or very much care for his partner this time. But this time it wasn’t about sex. Not completely anyway. And this time it wasn’t done for the same reason he used when hurting and taking weaker humans.
Sabretooth’s lips nearly curled into a smile as he heard an angry and pained roar come from the smaller body against his, struggling against the intrusion only to fail and to have his upper body fall so that he was resting on his elbows. Not that Sabretooth was complaining, after all why would Sabretooth complain when he had the runt on his knees and elbows in front of him.
SNIKT!
That sound was enough to cause Sabretooth to snarl angrily at the soon to come sharp resistance. Before the damn runt had the chance though, Sabretooth latched onto both wrists using both of his hands while he bites deeply into Wolverine’s neck causing his blood to run freely. The runt of course tried to struggle to freedom, but Sabretooth’s positioning of his legs between the runts own leg’s making that harder for Wolverine to accomplish. A chuckle vibrated out of Sabretooth followed by a muffled,

“Nice try run’…” And truthfully it was the only thing Sabretooth could say about Wolverine’s struggling and weak attempts to escape.
So without any further hesitation or waiting on Sabretooth’s part he helped himself to what he wanted all night. Pulling out he simply pushed back in just as hard as the first thrust, and from there he continued.
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Wolverine could hardly breathe throughout the entire thing and was barely able to focus on much of anything, to his annoyance. He was mildly aware that it wasn’t hurting so badly now and his body was now becoming more appreciative to Sabretooth’s movements against him to his mild and hazy dismay. And that was something that shouldn’t even begin to be appreciated. He wasn’t into things like this, and Sabretooth was his enemy! Wolverine let out a low snarl; it was a weak snarl at that. But he would rather let out a low snarl instead of the moan he absolutely refused to give!
Wolverine unfortunately heard a muffled chuckle. The ass! Wolverine couldn’t help, but think while he let out a growl and a glare that no one would see.
Wolverine vowed it to himself; he was going to kick this guy’s ass for this or worse! But for the moment he was stuck in a situation that his body decided to have a mind of its own and gone along with the situation. Wolverine would have to wait this out, which due to the haze in his mind wouldn’t be a problem as he barely noticed the grip on his wrists were missing, removed to one of his hips and to his throat. Wolverine was stuck supporting both of them now! And that did nothing but anger him to some degree at the moment due to the sheer audacity of it. Sabretooth was pushing his luck further and further!
Wolverine found that the haze in his mind for the moment was allowing him to get reluctant pleasure from this act, despite the slight protests of his instincts that were slowly becoming more agreeable at the moment, but that will change no doubt the second this act is done. Later on though Wolverine will note that the haze his mind was in was brought on due to the pleasure, but right now he would deny it. Wolverine could be good at denying things.
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