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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 II Chapter 2
Daken wasn’t entirely fond of how things were going in the fight so far; it started out in his favor though. Sabretooth overestimated him, and his pheromones. Daken knew that Sabretooth was a force to recon with when he had his mind to him rather than just instincts. If he went simply by rage and instincts, Sabretooth was nothing more than a dumb animal. Daken used that as an advantage, like any good fighter would. His father no doubt used that to his advantage when against an animal like this, but then again his father probably lost just as much control as Sabretooth so easily could.
Taking a deep breath Daken looked around, taking in his surroundings. The fight took them to an abandoned lot where garbage was building up and homeless people fled due to the fight going on. Cursing slightly he knew he would have to end this, this wasn’t a city where a fight could go on for hours during the day and not get noticed or ratted on. Sabretooth was nowhere to be seen, snarling at that he calmed his mind. He had to. To let his mind loose focus on his situation, this was unlikely to happen at this point. But the reminder was there.
A guttural growl caught his attention; the wind was in Sabretooth’s favor that was the only reason he didn’t figure out where he was sooner. If he did, he wouldn’t have given Sabretooth the chance to get behind him. How did he manage that? Daken thought angrily as he spun around to face the snarling behemoth behind him. Crouched, leaning back onto his heels while still on his tiptoes. Realizing the reason for that too late, Daken felt Sabretooth’s body collide with his own. Knocking them both back onto the hard and dirty concrete covered ground. A hard sickly thud was heard as Daken’s head collided with the ground.
It didn’t stop him from fighting back; the pain only focused his attention and rage. Maybe that was why Laura cut herself every now and again? To focus her mind when it came to emotions? Daken shoved that thought away; he couldn’t be getting distracted now! And unfortunately X-23 was a distraction he didn’t mind as much, probably the only living relative he didn’t hate fully despite who she was cloned from. Daken could have used the momentum created when Sabretooth tackled him, but he was already on the ground. Pointless now. He had to use his own strength rather than Sabretooth’s own force as a weapon.
Sabretooth was practically sitting on Daken’s stomach now, a look of contempt on his rage twisted features. A mirror of what Daken was feeling, the pheromones were the cause to some extent. Sabretooth’s own emotions probably added and darkened the larger man’s features with it. Blood dripped from Sabretooth to Daken, the larger man took his fair share of the injuries Daken dished out. Staining an immaculate white shirt that wasn’t cheap by the looks of it, Sabretooth knew how to dress smart.
Much like Daken himself did. The white shirt made Sabretooth look less animalistic and less threatening somehow. The man was a con artist, so Daken wasn’t surprised. He himself made himself less threatening when it suited him best.
“Looks like yer in a tight spot boy.” Sabretooth snarled down at him, Daken frowned. He didn’t grace Sabretooth with a response as he brought his legs up and wrapped them around Sabretooth’s upper torso the best he could, despite the awkward position he was in. Daken was in worse, so this was workable. He used his legs to pull Sabretooth back and off of him. A snarling roar, clearly disapproving of what Daken did was heard and nearly vibrated through Daken’s legs. Squeezing out from under the snarling and snapping feral Daken rolled to his feet, panting.
“It’s the pheromones. If you’re wondering why you don’t have all that much control now. I can make you feel what I want you to feel.” Daken stated as casual as his lessening strength allowed him. This fight was starting to cost him, all he wanted was answers. Not a fight for once, but somehow he set Sabretooth off. And so the fight happened. Daken for once, was only defending himself. Daken knew he could win this thing though, if his father could, then so could Daken. He just had to play this smart.
“’at so…” Sabretooth growled out, a cruel grin formed after finding its way past all the other emotions and responses he had to those emotions. Daken nodded, not trusting the grin. Did it mean that Sabretooth had some form of control after all? Like Daken’s father was able to? Snarling slightly Daken tightened his fists in preparation for the fight to continue. And he wasn’t disappointed as Sabretooth lunged for him, claws lengthened and already dripping with Daken’s blood. Daken dodged, right then left only to be forced to jump back to get some space. He’s got to be getting tired by now! Daken thought to himself, even Sabretooth with his improvements should get exhausted soon! But then again, he faintly remembered that both his father and Sabretooth could go for hours. As could Daken himself.
Daken was only put out of that league because of a drug he was getting off of after he lost the claws coated with his father’s sword. His healing factor was taking longer than his mind did when it came to healing from the costing damage it caused him. Heat pills, he will never use that shit again. With good reason too!
Daken let out a threatening snarl, his claws dripping with Sabretooth’s blood. His body in a defensive posture, but one that would allow him to shift from defensive to offensive in seconds. Sabretooth stood up straight, his body healing before Daken’s eyes. A cruel grin twisted his features further, pheromones or not Sabretooth was still an effective opponent, despite his own lack of control and ability to plan thanks to Daken.
Daken might have bitten off more than he could chew for once. The punisher and his father were proving to be easier than this situation at the moment and it wasn’t even going onto three hours yet. The sound of sirens were speeding away from them for some reason, something else caught their attention. But Daken knew that SHIELD would pick up where local authorities had to leave alone due to other situations.
Either SHIELD or the X-Men, which ever got here first.
A chuckle caught his attention, one that told him that Sabretooth was used to fighting in such states of mind. Made so because of Romulus and his own life experiences, Daken cursed the old demented fool and not for the first time.
“Ya think yer tough, well I’m tougher. Ya think yer bad, I’m worse than ya. Ya think yer a threat. Well guess what, I know I’m a threat. Ya see, ‘at’s the difference between me an’ you. I know what I am and I know what you are. But you, ya don’t know shit boy.” Sabretooth mocked cruelly, despite the twitching in his muscles that spoke of his own lack of control. Daken could tell that Sabretooth was on a hair’s trigger and losing more control by the second if Daken didn’t let up on his pheromone’s that were assaulting that ability of control.
The sheer knowledge that he was being mocked; no doubt in the same way his father no doubt got mocked simply pissed him off to no ends. Still he couldn’t acknowledge that fact, so he forced himself to swallow that outrage and focus on things in the present.
And the present left him with a choice, and it wasn’t an easy one to make. To let up on his pheromones and allow the man to have control over the situation again and changing the fake control Sabretooth portrayed into legit control. Risk getting killed, but have the chances that Sabretooth would let him live even by mistake. Or he could keep the assault up and have Sabretooth driven into a kind of frenzy worse than anything Daken has ever seen, but that would strengthen his chances of getting killed due to his own lessened healing factor. Sabretooth wouldn’t stop until Daken was nothing more than a smear of DNA in dirty water. It was how the animal was when in a frenzy.
Cursing angrily Daken reluctantly let up on his pheromones and prepared himself, this wasn’t going to be pretty.
Sabretooth lunged again…
~ Wolverine ~ Sabretooth ~ Daken ~
Wolverine found himself on top of the X-Force’s headquarters sitting as far away from the general gathering the members of the X-Force members decided on considering the fact that it was something put together to help with group morale. Snorting to himself he couldn’t stop himself from wondering when Summers started to give a damn about people’s morale’s in a team like this. Wolverine knew the man had a lot on his shoulders, even Wolverine couldn’t deny that. But the days where he was a good selfless leader was gone. He did things now that he would have never considered doing before.
And it started to seem like he didn’t give a damn about whom he stepped on to do it. Curling his lips into a sneer Wolverine found himself hating the man for that, Laura was no longer around because if that’s the last thing Wolverine done that was good was that he was going to make sure she wasn’t a part of a thing like this. After all, look at what it was doing to Wolverine. Or at least, that’s what Wolverine absentmindedly claimed. That the changes his mind and everything in him was going through was this place’s fault, the worlds fault. Even his own fault.
Most definitely Sabretooth’s fault, the memory of what that bastard did to him wasn’t easily shaken as Wolverine would have liked. Emma was suspicious; Wolverine was hiding his memories and mind from her even more now than before when he gave her permission at times to check things out when it came to certain situations. And the last conversation he had with Chuck, ended uneventfully and completely unhelpful. Wolverine wanted to ask for help, to get the man to help him fix things in himself. But didn’t.
The folder in Wolverine’s hands was his next target, given to him before this farce of a fun gathering. A threat to mutants everywhere and for some reason Wolverine didn’t care about that as much as he used to. At this point it was just another face to kill. Wolverine knew he should be more concerned than he was. Frowning he looked at the folder, female. The target was female.
“Are you going to join the others?” A calm voice asked, turning slightly he saw Summers intruding on Wolverine’s area. Wolverine sneered at that.
“No, got shit to do Summers. Ya know that. You gave me the order, remember.” Wolverine stated, why would he want to join a stupid situation where people were faking their laughter and joking. Smiles were as false as masks worn on Halloween.
“That doesn’t have to be done until tomorrow or the day after.” Summers stated, nearly coldly. Wolverine laughed, he remembered a mocking time when Summers volunteered his assistance when Wolverine was going off on his own to do business whether it was his own or for the X-Men. Back then, Wolverine didn’t have his memories and was barely starting to figure things out. It was also one of those times when C-Sync was being sought out and Wolverine and the X-Men were captured, Sabretooth was there with a little psychic called Birdy.
How times changed. And not for the better.
No, times changed for the worse and Wolverine along with it. And now he was being trusted to go after a female who is a threat in order to kill her. What was wrong with people these days? Didn’t they see that Wolverine wasn’t right? Didn’t they see that Wolverine wasn’t entirely himself anymore?! Didn’t they care?!
Wolverine wanted to lash out, get angry and scream on top of his lungs at Summers and everyone laughing in the warm headquarters. But that didn’t last long as he got to his feet and simply headed towards the area where he parked the car Domino bought for him with money she was supposed to give away. Everything Wolverine owned was in that car. It was in a sense his home now.
Without another word he left the X-Force headquarters and Summers without a backward glance.
Wolverine was angry, hurt and found himself slipping on his own darkness. And Wolverine didn’t know how he felt about that, just like he didn’t know what to think about what Sabretooth did to him and what the man wanted from him. Wolverine knew enough that the man obviously wanted something from him. And not simply his ass either, there was more to it.
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