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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, here it is. Part II of the ‘Beloved Enemy’ series. Though I’m trying something new with this series and putting it under one story rather than upload a new story for each part of the series.
Summary: The darkness in Wolverine just keeps growing, and Sabretooth will push the first domino of what will sure to be the beginning of the end of Wolverine’s reputation and the rise of a new empire to take the place of Romulus’s.
Warnings: Anal, Angst, BP, CR, D/s, Oral, S&M, Solo, Tort, UST, Violence, Voy
Beloved Enemy: Fall of a Hero
Part II Chapter 1
A week has passed by with little to no activity for Daken, which was the shocker right there. Usually he was doing something, squandering more power out of local criminals and king pins. Or mocking his father about something, trying to influence Laura and corrupt the girl. But since a week ago, when he saw his father with Sabretooth whether it was consented or not could be debatable, Daken couldn’t bring himself to face his own old man. And that was frustrating and angering, how could he not face the man?! Daken wasn’t afraid of anything; he wasn’t the type to backdown off of something.
Romulus installed too much into him for that. And he wasn’t weak!
Not to mention why on earth would Sabretooth even want to do something like that to Daken’s father? It just didn’t make sense at all. Neither of them were into men at all, so it didn’t fit. Unless Sabretooth did what he did to break his father down even more? That seemed to fit more than the consented possibility. Daken knew that his father was generally someone who would prefer to lie with woman rather than men. Daken on the other hand could care less which gender it was, so long as he got what he wanted. It was frustrating to say the least, to keep thinking about something like this over and over again.
Damn.
In order for him to know exactly what was happening. What the purpose was to what happened and to see what the actual endgame is, rather than Sabretooth and his father’s usual beat each other stupid routine he would have to go to the source. And in this case it wouldn’t be his father that he would have to seek out. It was a man he barely had much dealing with because for a time they were on the same side and both following Romulus’s orders. Sabretooth now was a wild card in things, and Daken would be forced to deal with him on a personal level. It wasn’t what he wanted to do or something he considered fun, he saw what Sabretooth could do and how much Sabretooth enjoyed it when he did those things. It was even beyond Daken’s ability to enjoy something and that was the shocker right there because Daken enjoyed being bad, he didn’t have pesky morals to weigh him down.
So with that settled, Daken turned down a few streets to the area where he saw everything go down. The blood was cleaned up, the police tape gone, but the scent remained. He could smell both his fathers and Sabretooth’s arousal. Frowning he ignored that. Instead, he followed the path they took in order to get away from the scene. And rather than following his father’s scent he followed Sabretooth’s.
For a while it was easy to follow after all not many people traveled the back alleyways, but the closer it got to other people the harder it became. And that was after he found the obvious resting spot Sabretooth used. So he had to follow to the best of his abilities while putting the word out that he was looking for Sabretooth. It would either draw Sabretooth to him, or help Daken find him quicker.
But at this point Daken had no choice, but to simply do what any experienced hunter did. He would wait. So he rounded a corner where he knew there would be a small café he actually enjoyed going to when it wasn’t busy, unfortunately for him it was. But that didn’t stop him this time. Putting on a friendly face Daken melted into the small café that was filled with talking teenagers and tourists. He was able to blend in easily enough and if it wasn’t, he’d just use his own pheromones to give a little push where needed.
Daken ordered what he wanted as politely as he could, which wasn’t difficult. He was an experienced liar after all. So while he waited for his food he simply thought back on things when it came to Romulus, his father and Sabretooth. He even thought about Wild Child, but only briefly. It was all so simple back when Romulus called the shots; they were being pitted against each other and played their parts beautifully. But when Romulus disappeared things went south. The food chain wasn’t as it used to be and no one played their parts correctly. It didn’t take a genius to understand what he meant by that.
Daken remembered interactions with the man; he always had an arrogant disposition that seemed to disappear when Romulus was around. Daken would mock him for it silently, but oddly enough Sabretooth never reacted to it. But there was always a sharp glint in his eyes that spoke of a desire to hurt Daken for his mockeries. Or was it directed at Romulus? Probably both.
One thing was clear to Daken though that sharp glint in Sabretooths eyes revealed that the cogs in the larger feral’s mind was working. If Romulus saw what Daken did, why didn’t he act on it? Unless Sabretooth was a better con artist than Daken gave him credit for. He thanked the young waitress as she brought him his tea and sandwich, she blushed from his attention causing Daken to smirk arrogantly while turning his attention towards the window.
Why did it feel like he was being watched?
~ Wolverine ~ Sabretooth ~ Daken ~
Sabretooth was fully aware that he was being searched for by none other, then the golden boy of Romulus. The whelp who too a point loved the old fool. He was nothing more than a fool who always boasted about ruling over cavemen and being a God. It made Sabretooth fume in rage and hatred for the old man who dared to command and rule over Sabretooth! If that was what he thought was being a God, then he was sadly mistaken. Things were uncomplicated then, not like now. If you could rule over a world like today with all the so-called intelligence and the technology. Only then are you a God.
Sabretooth shook himself from his thoughts, if he went down that path of thinking, then he would end up snapping and everything around him would feel the affects. He would be forced to make his move sooner rather than later. And that wasn’t really wanted. He was going to wait until Daken isolates himself; he needed the whelp to be put into his place.
There was no chance of trusting Daken, Wolverine even knew that. So that left fewer options to choose from, but Sabretooth worked with less. He would give the pup a choice, but not now. That would come later on when things were well on their way. But right now, he had to get the golden boy out of the way. Not permanently unfortunately, but long enough to make it so he wasn’t as big of a threat as Daken thought he was at this moment.
He wasn’t. There was bigger predator’s out there. Like Sabretooth. Like Wolverine.
Staying crouched down and in full uniform he waited until Daken got tired of the loud noises and other patrons trying to make conversation with him. Being a complete ass about it too. Guess that ran in the family. Sabretooth followed stealthily and making good time, despite the fact that Sabretooth was scaling over buildings and obstacles while Daken had a clear path to walk. Sabretooth was aware that there was a chance that Daken new about Sabretooth’s presence. But he couldn’t be sure; he will have to see about that later.
Daken turned left, Sabretooth dropped to the ground in the alleyway. Closing his long jacket further to hide most of his uniform, Sabretooth followed after him at a distance while watching the surroundings for anything that might be suspicious while waiting for the right moment. His uniform kind of stuck out, being orange and skin tight. The mane ended up sticking out of the jacket anyway, but that was okay. It was a cold day so most probably thought that it was a fur jacket.
It took moments to realize he was being led in one big circle, and back to the building he took Wolverine in. Sabretooth smiled in pure amusement at that, guess the runt’s son wanted to talk to him about this situation. He was a funny nobody. Sabretooth let out a low chuckle, knowing full well that he appeared arrogant to the situation. It didn’t matter that was just how Sabretooth was.
Daken was out of sight, and Sabretooth couldn’t smell him due to his unfortunate ability with his pheromones. Sabretooth cursed that fact while paying attention to every little movement and sound. He had to rely on his eyesight and hearing when it came to Daken. It was annoying, but that was things were. There was no use in whining about it.
Quicker then Sabretooth gave the whelp credit, Daken slashed at Sabretooth’s stomach. Cutting through fabric and tissue as easy as it was to cut through butter with a hot knife. It hurts. Sabretooth snarled angrily while clutching his stomach angrily and glaring at the haughty whelp looking far too smug for his own good. Oh yes, he was definitely going to be knocked down a few pegs!
Licking his lips he could taste blood from him coughing it up due to his stomach being opened to the air. The taste of blood didn’t bother Sabretooth, just the smug look of the no good whelp in front of him did.
“Hello Daken ol’ boy. How’s life now that ya ain’t bein’ ordered ‘round.” Sabretooth forced out while ignoring his own pain and discomfort. Daken seemed to grin wider at that.
“Life is good. You?” Daken politely replied, Sabretooth snorted at that. That was a bunch of bullshit; Daken had plenty of problems since Romulus’s dropping out of existence, but not getting killed. Sabretooth was aware of the drugs, the trouble in LA as well as trouble from his father who up until recently was always trying to save the boy. Save him from himself and the path he was going down.
“Same old, same old.” Sabretooth calmly said with a shrug as he dropped his arm away from his now healed stomach. Blood was still damp, but tolerable.
“What are you doing alive? The old man really is slipping.” Daken casually said, and didn’t miss the opportunity to insult Wolverine while at it. The whelp sure did have his fair share of issues, and Daddy issues were among them. Sabretooth wasn’t that weak and didn’t hold the same issues. Sabretooth just killed his old man early. Saved himself from having the headache of doing it later on in his early life.
Sabretooth laughed loudly.
“You’re such a foolish whelp, aren’t ya? Yer digging around for any little scrap information ya could get yer hands on. And no the runt isn’t slipping. He’s the best at what he does, or so he says.” Sabretooth taunted a sneer easily in place. Daken growled angrily, his smug expression instantly traded for one of rage. So like the runt in that way, going from being one emotion to another on the drop of a dime.
“I don’t need to dig around for information! I know exactly what’s going on. The old man obviously failed to kill you; you’re standing there right in front of me. So tell me, why are you here? What are you doing alive and walking around like you didn’t get your ass handed to you!” Daken snarled four of his claws out and ready to use. Sabretooth grinned widely. Only four claws? How pathetic.
Widening his stance and his own claws lengthening and fingers curling in a threatening manner, Sabretooth was ready for a fight.
“Only four claws? I’m insulted. And the runt didn’t fail to kill me, I died. Heart stopped beating, lungs stopped breathin’. Full on flat lined. Dead.” Sabretooth taunted knowing full well it would only set Daken off. Usually he was a manipulator and in control. But he wasn’t having his life ran anymore, there was no longer any rules or orders to carry out and abide by. No Romulus to pull his strings.
So that meant he had to shift and change and deal with things on his own. It wasn’t easy, and Daken was still young enough for that to affect him fully. Poor baby.
“As for the rest. Heh, well mongrel that ain’t for ya to know. Not a kid like ya, playin’ at bein’ big and tough with yer scavenged control over spineless nobodies.” Sabretooth taunted further, growls from Daken were increasing in volume and absolute hatred was burning in his eyes. Sabretooth grinned widely, he had so much of his father in him it wasn’t even funny anymore.
“How pathetic.” Sabretooth said, and with that the Mohawk wearing half-breed attacked him with only four claws. Sabretooth wasn’t joking when he considered that to be pathetic.
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