FIC: Promises: Bear Necessities (15/?) NC17 Wolverine Slash

[niceandfluffy2]

Promises: Bear Necessities (15/?) Part A
Author: niceandfluffy
Rating: NC17
Setting: Wolverine movieverse
Warnings: Incest, AU, violence, scenes of animal hunting, graphic sex, non-con, underage (16 years)

Summary: Logan and Victor go back to the wilds to recapture a little of their youth, and Logan discovers that his brother had a few secrets of his own during their childhood.
Pairing: Victor/Logan

Author Note: It is possible to read this chapter without the non-con/underage aspects as these are pretty much found in Part B.

Past Chapters can be found HERE


*


It was the smell that struck Victor first: the scent of the moist ground under their feet. The scent of the wildlife that surrounded them, both prey and predator, large and small. The smell of the just passed rain, and the plant life that surrounded them. The wind caressed their bodies as they climbed higher, and the sounds of nature surrounded them in a parcel of information.

And then, of course, was the scent of his little brother so close to him once again. Victor had taken the lead as soon as they arrived at the mountains, casually seeking out the best paths to take them deeper into the empty wilds. Jimmy had followed without protest, his heavy footsteps surprisingly comforting behind him as they followed the track past heavy foliage and trees that seemed determined to get to the sky. A deer watched them for a moment before it darted off with a flick of its white tail; Victor studied it bound away for a moment, but dismissed it. Hunting would come later. For now, they just needed to walk.

Victor glanced at Logan after an hour’s hike, trying to judge the man’s mood. That was easier said than done; his face was impassive as they walked, and apparently he wasn’t in the mood to start giving Victor hints. They had come to find an agreement between them, to get past the unnatural boost that Logan had been given, and yet it seemed as likely as finding a bright pink squirrel. Their familiar roles had been shifted, and that had been the basis of their fighting ability.

All in all, they were in shit in very pretty scenery. Victor snorted softly and paused at the brow of a rocky hill, putting his foot on a bolder and using it to rest as he viewed the valley below them. Oh yes. Very pretty scenery. All the better for blood.

“D’you know where we’re going?” Logan finally broke the silence using a very grudging tone, as though someone had subjected him to a word limit. Victor glanced at him carelessly.

“No.” he shrugged. “Somewhere.”

“Story of our lives,” Logan replied in rueful amusement and prowled towards a larger outcropping of rocks. He climbed a little higher, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the horizon. “Smells like water,”

Of course it did. Victor rolled his eyes slightly. No doubt his brother would have them swimming and fishing within the hour. They might be in the middle of an argument, but Jimmy had never stopped that from taking water based opportunities when they turned up. Logan jumped down and landed lightly, giving Victor a little glance before waving his hand toward the track to indicate he should keep going. Victor remained where he was, ignoring the order. Jimmy might have metal bones now but it was Victor who decided where they went whilst they were in the wild.

“Stuck to the rock?” Logan asked idly, noting the rebellion.

“Admiring the view,” Victor purred as he sat down and lazily stretched. Logan’s eyes narrowed slightly, his arms folding across his chest in a familiar stubborn gesture. Victor was sure that the man’s nipples would have already become erect out of indignation.

“You hungry yet?” Logan grunted softly after it was clear that his sulk was not having the required effect.

“Is that a hint?” Victor cocked his head to one side, and then smiled casually at him. If Jimmy’s frown got any deeper, they’d need mining equipment before he could smile again. “No.”

He was eyed a little more before Logan snorted softly and turned to look out at the valley with the posture of one who couldn’t care less. He had always been such a poor little actor, Victor decided as he took the opportunity to study his little brother’s broad, powerful shoulders which tapered to an enviously slim waist. Logan was so damned easy to read, although Jimmy had finally managed to shield some of it by simply entering a rage whenever an awkward emotion tickled his nerves.

Victor’s gaze travelled down his brother’s form in faint appreciation. More streamlined than his own stocky body, he suspected that Logan himself was a little proud of it considering the tightness of the jeans he seemed to squeeze himself into. A cute kid had grown into a handsome man, which in their earlier years had led to Victor having a few quiet words to ‘admirers’ who had tried to suggest a more interesting use of Logan’s evenings. Not that his brother had ever known about it, of course, and bears made a perfect excuse for why the occasional young soldier had ended up dead in a clearing with claw marks in sensitive areas.

Yes, the world seemed to tolerate Logan, and Logan tolerated it as long as it left him alone. Victor’s teeth and claws, on the other hand, always meant that the world had some opinion on him. It seemed rude not to return the favour.

“Well?” Logan said gruffly without turning around. “So what we doing?”

“I’m sitting down. You’re standing up. I would have thought you’d have noticed,” Victor replied lazily. He received an evil look in return, before Logan looked back at the valley again.

“You know what I meant.”

“Mmmm,” Victor watched him. “You’ll want to go down to the lake, I assume,”

“Perhaps afterwards,” Logan replied. That was an unexpected answer, enough to make Victor’s eyes slightly narrow.

“After what, exactly?” he eased himself back on the rock. Logan snorted again, this time in amusement, before he turned to look back at his brother with a strangely steady gaze.

“You know what I meant about that, as well,” he said softly. “We’re not here for a hike, Victor. We’re here to get this settled,”

Victor’s eyebrow darted upwards to silently query exactly what type of settlement Logan was proposing. His brother watched him silently for a moment longer, then turned his head and sniffed.

“Deer,” he replied, looking back at him. Victor blinked, then laughed.

“Deer? A little tame, don’t you think?”

Logan shrugged carelessly. “Tastier.”

A shrug greeted that, although Victor accepted the point. Bear kills had more satisfaction, but the pelt was much better than the meat. Equally, cougars tended to be more hassle than they were worth, short of one suddenly taking a particular interest in one of them for lunch. He remembered one memorable hunting expedition which had resulted in one cougar burying its teeth in the back of Jimmy’s right thigh and refusing to let go. It was at that point where his brother had begun to lose his patience with the fuzzier section of the outside world, and the raccoon that Victor had adopted soon afterward hadn’t really assisted, especially when it piddled on Jimmy’s bed and ate his socks. Animals really didn’t take to Logan, although he suspected that was probably because Logan had a tendency of trying to stamp on them.

He eased himself up from the rock and stretched once more, then nodded his agreement. A hunt would at least signal to them whether their instinctive fighting teamwork had been affected by the change in dominance, although he had a sneaking suspicion they would end up running more than fighting. Deer didn’t stick around when there was a predator on the prowl. Victor moved to stand next to his brother, then closed his eyes and breathed in the air. Opening his eyes, he gave a little tilt of the head to the east.

“That way,” he said softly, beginning to move. Logan smiled grimly and fell into step with him, his brother’s stride easily matching his own. The scent was fresh as they prowled through the landscape, the foliage sliding over their bodies as they weaved through the undergrowth in search of their prey. Victor raised his hand slightly as they slowed, his body lowering slightly in anticipation of the hunt as they drew closer to a clearing. Logan stopped a few steps behind him as Victor stalked the last few steps to a large, old tree trunk, and looked out.

There. A good sized buck, strong and agile, and most likely good enough for even his brother’s particularly fussy tastes. Victor smiled slowly, his eyes gleaming in anticipation. He turned his head, meeting Logan’s eyes for a moment before tilting his head slightly to the north in indication. He was pleased to see his brother automatically follow his instructions, melting away into the undergrowth and his heavy tread turning into a much stealthier prowl as he vanished into the leaves. Perhaps the new changes were only skin deep after all, in a manner of speaking.

However, now wasn’t the time to consider that aspect. Now was the time to get his hands bloody. Victor turned back to the deer, sliding his tongue over his bottom lip hungrily as he moved forward. The grasses parted in front of him as he lowered his body and slowly stalked closer, his full attention fixed on the animal ahead. The deer raised its head and hesitated, its body ready for flight; Victor stopped as the dark eyes carefully assessed the surrounding area, then prowled closer, steadily, needing to narrow the distance between them before the animal took off.

It failed. Too soon the deer caught his scent; the animal’s head shot up again and the buck turned and fled its white tail high and its thin, delicate legs immediately speeding away. Victor cursed and followed, dropping to all fours after the first few paces to clear the distance quicker. Even then, the deer had a significant advantage as it bounded away, making short work of the fallen logs and poor ground surface as it attempted to escape.

It took a short time for the run to ease into a natural lope, Victor’s body adapting to the terrain as he raced after the deer. He felt the flush of adrenaline hit him as he cleared distance, the pleasures of the chase throb through his veins as he bore down on the deer. And yet he wasn’t quite fast enough. Little by little, the buck was increasing the distance between them.

Unfortunately for the deer, Victor had backup. There was a crash of branches and Logan pounced, striking the deer bodily on the neck and sending it crashing to the ground. Within a second, it was dispatched. Jimmy never was one for long executions.

Victor slowed and then pushed himself upright, dropping to a slower walk as he approached. The corner of his mouth twitched upwards.

“Well, that was easy. I think we need more of a challenge, little brother,” he purred as he came closer, his eyes gleaming at the scent of blood. It was only too clear that he wasn’t the only one affected by the shimmer of dark red liquid as his brother looked up, his hands slicked with blood and his eyes incredibly dark as he stared up at him through the dark, thick strands of hair that had fallen over his face. Logan slowly pushed himself up, the sharp blades retreating back into his arms as he turned and faced his brother.

“You gonna butcher it?” Logan’s voice was gruff and unnatural as it was forced from his throat. Victor smiled and gave a little tilt of the head in acknowledgement, before dropping down to a crouch and running his hand over the thick, still warm fur of the beast. He glanced up, amused as he studied his brother. Oh yes. For all his protesting, Jimmy was still affected by the thrill of the hunt as he had ever been; his brother was breathing heavily, one hand closed in a blood covered fist, and the scent Victor could sense from his brother was near intoxicating.

Probably not the best time to mention that, however. Victor suspected that even a sneeze would set his brother off, and with his new metal claws that was prone to be messy.

“Glad to hear you’re hungry,” Victor commented idly as his claws began to make short work of skinning the animal. “We might be eating this for a while. You got a taste for any offal?”

Logan shook his head. Victor shrugged, and finished gutting the deer, leaving the entrails for the predators that roamed the area. He raised his head and looked in interest at his still bloodstained brother.

“I take it you need that swim now, yes?” he purred. Logan glared at him but said nothing, a little tremble of adrenalin still showing through his body and his arousal.. ah yes, his arousal. Victor’s smile grew a little more. His brother attempted to be so domesticated, and yet, when it came down to it, he was just as wild as Victor. Some things never changed.

“Anything you want to admit to?” Victor added casually. Logan shot him a look. Apparently not. Victor smiled to himself and continued his work. Jimmy was stubborn, regardless of what was in front of his own nose. Stubborn, or simply idiotic. There wasn’t much between it, after all.

It didn’t take long before the carcass was ready. Victor took a good grip on it, and looked back at his brother who had been prowling back and forth behind him like a tiger that really, really needed the toilet.

“C’mon. Let’s find that lake of yours and get you a little cleaner,” Victor raised an eyebrow in amusement. “That is, of course, unless you want to lick yourself clean?”

A hard glare was aimed at him that Victor assumed was a hint to end that topic of discussion immediately. Victor chuckled softly, and raised his arm to his mouth as he delicately licked away a thin trickle of blood that had worked its way down from his fist. Logan’s intense look wasn’t overlooked either, his little brother’s gaze following the line of Victor’s lick hungrily. Ah, denial. Annoying but cute.

They travelled on in silence over the muddy tracks and the grassy banks to the lake that Logan had spotted earlier. Victor could still see the tension throughout his brother’s movements as they walked, but decided against approaching the subject until their campsite was at least vaguely organised. An upset Jimmy had a nasty tendency to be destructive, although Victor noted that he himself was always the one who got the blame for it.

The lake – or at least the pool, seeming it wasn’t large enough to take on lake status – came into view as soon as they had passed a large, sprawling old tree whose branches blocked out both sunlight and surroundings. Victor’s eyes narrowed as he surveyed it; fed by a rocky stream, the water was wide and most likely deep in the centre, although from the colour of it he doubted whether he’d actually know how deep that was until his paws were firmly wet. Reeds lined much of the outline like an organic version of a bad haircut, attended to by dragonflies which flittered from leaf to leaf on whatever business dragonflies tended to have. And then, of course, was the mossy, muddy entrance which sloped into the water in a Jimmy approved way. His brother had never liked to simply leap into water, hating to get his head submerged unless he really couldn’t avoid it. To Victor, slowly wading into cold water was an unnecessary agony that went on and on.

Victor hung the meat from a nearby branch and waved his arm toward the water carelessly before beginning to pick up fuel for the fire.

“You might as well get in now before the blood dries.” he advised helpfully. There was a little grunt in response, which Victor noted seemed to be Logan’s main method of communication at this point in time, and his younger brother made his way to the water’s edge. Victor watched sideways as Logan began to strip off the bloodstained clothing and then crouched to untie his boots, displaying his naked back and buttocks to Victor’s predatory eye. A purr of pleasure began to vibrate in Victor’s throat. Logan’s scent was still a fusion between his masculine odour, the deer’s lifeblood and the powerful aroma of his lust, and that spoke to the very core of Victor’s soul. He smiled wolfishly as the clothing was dumped carelessly to one side and Logan took a few steps into the lake, the water lapping softly around his ankles as he looked across the water.

The power in his little brother was unmistakeable. It was almost difficult to remember the shy, frightened boy who had run by his side and trusted everything his elder brother had told him, or the gawky teenager who couldn’t quite control his own limbs.
Victor smiled grimly to himself as he watched Logan stride a little further into the pool, the water slowly rising around his thighs and then dissecting across his buttocks and up over his waist. Almost… but not enough.

The fire was soon ready, the fuel grudgingly accepted by the flames. The meat for the extra picky Logan was placed on a makeshift kebab and balanced carefully over one side of the heat, stopping the juices from smothering the already temperamental blaze. Victor licked his arm again as he stood and looked out at the lake, where his brother was floating on his back as though he dearly wanted to be a swan. Typical. Give Jimmy a big enough bath and it was as though he was ten years old again, albeit a particularly hairy ten year old.

He chuckled and strolled towards the water, removing his long, black coat and beginning to strip off the rest of his clothing. Tossing it to one side and approaching the water’s edge, he was increasingly aware of his brother’s watchful eyes on him. Victor allowed himself a private smile, which was swiftly removed as soon as his toes encountered the freezing water that constituted a good time in Jimmy’s world.

“Next time, I choose the bath,” Victor pointed out grumpily as he walked a little further into the lake, feeling the icy grip slowly drift up his calves, then thighs, then across groin and waist and finally reaching up to turn his nipples into an ice fantasy. He scowled, and shivered; Wade might mock about his ‘fur’, but the damned stuff really wasn’t being much help right at this point.

His little brother, of course, decided to make things worse by splashing him.

“Cut it out, Jimmy,” he growled. Logan chuckled.

“A bit of water scares you?”

“It’s freezing my balls off,” Victor snarled. Logan’s gaze drifted downwards, as though he might be able to see the freezing at work, before he calmly splashed him again. Victor spat out water, and then aimed a retaliation attack back at Logan, deliberately targeting his eyes. His brother swam back out of the way, before twisting onto his back and kicking a massive spray in return.

Victor hissed, running his hand through his now very wet hair and scowling evilly in his direction.

“Last warning, brother dearest,”

“Yeah,” Logan swam backwards a little more, a lazy smile in his words. “Sure.”

Victor’s eyes narrowed a little more. Jimmy had always had been cheeky but this was getting cocky. Perhaps it was time to remind his baby brother exactly who was the sneakiness out of the pair of them. He raised an eyebrow and began to bear down on him, dipping his head further into the water so only his eyes and top of the head were visible as he swam. Crocodiles were certainly a creature to learn from.

He was pleased to note that Logan was slowly calming down, despite the temperature and despite the splash attacks. There was fluidity in his movements and the tension appeared to have been ironed out of his expression, although this wasn’t any reason not to stop the necessary attack of revenge. No one dampened Victor’s fur and got away with it.

Victor waited until his brother had reached the shallower waters before he pounced, rolling them into the shallower, muddier areas and ensuring his brother’s head had been dunked at least once in an act of retribution.

Of course, it had been a long time since Logan allowed him to simply win. Gasping, he broke free of the water’s hold and grabbed hold of Victor, flipping them over with such force that they skidded further into the mud. Spitting out water and mud, Victor scowled back at him; Logan stared back at him unrepentantly, his hair slicked back from his face and water droplets slowly running down his skin.

“Well, then.” Victor purred softly. “Game on.”

They met each other equally, the battle raging from the word go. Each man struggled to gain the upper hand, wrestling back and forth with more twists and turns than the average whodunit, and smearing the mud over their bodies as they did so. Fighting in this landscape was also proving to be a hardship. Each time either of them was within a whisker of pinning down the other, they were either parried or their environment ganged up on them; Victor was just poised to trap his brother’s body when his knee skidded in the mud, ruining his balance and giving Logan an opportunity to squirm out of his grip and snare a better position to strike. Equally Logan was a second away from straddling Victor’s body when a frog leaped in front of his nose, ruining his concentration and allowing Victor to slam his knee upwards to give his brother something a little more urgent to think about.

Rolling, fighting, neither one quite getting the mud covered upper hand, their snarls echoed around the valley. Logan arched his back and twisted, allowing the slippery mud to lubricate his escape to a better position, but Victor was already ready for him; he waited until Logan had flopped onto his front to push himself up, and then landed his full body weight on his brother’s thighs and lower back. Logan fell back into the mud with a sickening squelch.

“Not sure the water idea worked, Jimmy,” Victor panted in his ear. “We’re a little muckier than when we started.”

Logan growled, resting for a moment before striking again. Victor grinned as he rode his struggles out; Jimmy was so predictable, although he was interested to note that his brother hadn’t added his claws to the mix. He dipped his head and bit at Logan’s neck, enjoying the way that his teeth fuelled his brother’s struggles but still didn’t spark off the anger that was a standard part of Logan’s day. Logan’s body felt red hot in comparison to the cool mud and water they were rolling around in, and Victor deliberately put as much weight as he possibly could on his brother’s warmth without accidentally trying to drown the bastard.

“Still hard, Jimmy?” he purred in his ear. “Because I saw you earlier. If you want something, then take it.”

Logan snarled underneath him. “Hard for me to take anything like this,”

“True. But it’s a perfect position for me to take it instead,” Victor nipped his neck, and grimacing and spitting out some mud. “Okay, I’m giving you a good wash after this. This stuff tastes of frogs.”

“I’ll let the frogs know,” Logan growled back.

“You do that.” Victor pressed his weight a little more on the firm muscle of Logan’s backside, deliberately grinding his brother’s groin into the wet embrace of the mud. “How does that feel, little brother?” he purred in his ear. “Apparently the mud’s good for your skin,”

That question was answered by a noise that was half groan and half growl. Logan squirmed again, his hips circling slightly under Victor’s weight before he snarled again.

“If you’re taking something, get on with it,” he snapped over his shoulder.

“You got a schedule to keep?” Victor shifted his weight, keeping his muddy knee firmly pinned on Logan’s equally muddy thigh. His cock was already stiffening, accompanied by a persistent, intensive throb which was increasing with every second that passed. Victor shifted his position again and felt Logan groan as the weight hit a nerve, Victor moving his knee slightly to release the pressure. His gaze flickered to his brother’s fists but they remained smooth, the vicious blades remaining quiet. That caused a smirk. Jimmy might snarl, but he wanted this as much as Victor did.

He allowed his weight to lift a little more, giving his brother room to lift his chin further out of the mud if he wished. Victor’s claws gently raked down Logan’s smeared back, leaving little pathways carved out of mud as he did so. He could remember times like this in their past, scuffling with his brother but never making a move. Had he done so, Victor had no doubt that the sheltered Jimmy would have bolted for the hills, possibly after an attempt to remove Victor’s heart with a blunted spoon. Logan was permissive of most types of behaviour as long as it didn’t affect his personal world, and it was tricky to change his world view.

Victor smiled again hungrily. Of course now the rules had changed, and he was willing to reap the benefits of that.

Smirking, he dipped his finger into the mud in order to draw a happy face on Logan’s right buttock, before he raised his hand to give him a moderately hard slap on the flank. His brother squirmed in the mud again as he snarled his displeasure, but Victor wasn’t in the mood to care. Jimmy was likely to steal control over their matings more often in the future, which meant he needed to take his satisfaction in full whenever he got the chance. After all, he could easily tell when he had gone too far by the simple addition of ‘snik-snik’ to the conversation.

“If you’re considering using mud as lube,” Logan growled from the floor. “Don’t.”

Victor looked from his mud smeared fingers to Logan in interest. “You’re gonna get mud up there anyway,” he advised. “Unless you want to try fucking in deeper water, which I don’t, quite frankly. And I don’t have any-,”

“I don’t care.” Logan interrupted. “Just no extra mud. And get on with it!”

Victor could feel him all but vibrating in need, to the extent that Logan began to pull himself up again. He pressed his knee down a little harder to keep his brother where he was supposed to be, and smiled hungrily to himself.

“As you wish,” Victor purred, wiping the worst of the mud from his fingers on Logan’s shoulders before running the palm of his hand over his engorged penis and feeling the stab of lust hit him harder. The shallow water rippled around them as Victor shifted, putting his hand between his brother’s legs to widen them further. Logan snarled in response, twisting like a crocodile trying to snap at a creature just behind it, but the snarl rumbled into insignificance as he simply waited for Victor to act. Victor waited for a moment before calmly placing his hand on the small of Logan’s back and pushed him into position.

Victor’s eyes flickered to his brother again, waiting. He could feel how heavily the other man was breathing, not quite gasping but certainly enough to vibrate through his chest. If Logan was going to object, now was the time to do it; the last thing Victor needed were blades through the chest or torso mid-fuck.

For a while, nothing happened. The blunt tip of Victor’s penis pressed in a little deeper, no longer simply a threat but a promise of what was about to come. His brother tensed further, but there wasn’t a squeak of protest. Well, up until a minute had passed and patience began to get tested, and even then it was less of a squeak and more of a toothy roar.

“For fuck’s sake, Vicky,” Logan growled Wade’s nickname for him, causing Victor’s eyes to narrow. “Get on with it! What, you’ve forgotten how to do it already? It ain’t as if you need directions!”

Victor didn’t bother to reply to that. His hips pushed forward again with a punishing finality, feeling Logan’s muscles battle to keep him out which was doomed to failure. The groan from underneath him was quiet but heartfelt as Victor forced his way deeper, one hand resting on his brother’s hip to keep him still as his cock penetrated further into the tight, hot channel. The shock between the cold of the water and the warmth of Logan’s body was impressive, Victor feeling himself gripped tightly as muscles argued over how welcome their visitor was.

Logan growled, a low, vicious noise that spoke of hungry jaguars, but the only movement he made was simply grinding his hips deeper in the mud for extra stimulation. Victor smiled and bent over his brother’s prone body, nipping at his neck and shoulders once again.

“You and me against the world, little brother,” he whispered in his ear.

That was greeted with a breathless, pained chuckle. “Is that right?”

Victor shifted inside him, finding he could sink in a little further once Logan’s muscles slowly began to release their hold. He nuzzled the other man’s shoulders, one clawed hand raking a path down Logan’s side possessively as his brother grunted and arched his back. The shallow water rippled around them as Victor began to move, slowly at first but with growing impatience.

The mud was becoming an issue. Logan pushed himself up a little, but it was clear that the combined weight was sinking them both a little too far in the soft mud for comfort. Another couple of thrusts dug them even deeper, and suddenly his brother needed to focus too much on the ground rather than Victor’s length buried deep inside him, and that was definitely wrong.

Growling, Victor withdrew; almost immediately Logan pushed himself up, his chest painted dark brown from mud and his forearms looking as though he was wearing long gloves. Logan shoved himself further onto the bank and rolled over onto his back to look at him, his eyes vivid in his smudged face. Victor grinned at him.

“So much for clean,” he drawled.

His brother raised his head defiantly, his breathing ragged and his lust undiminished despite the mud’s need to get involved. Victor purred dangerously in response, his eyes sparkling as he prowled closer and dropped down to his knees again. Logan said nothing as he spread his legs, allowing his brother to settle there without a murmur of protest.

That was suspicious enough to make Victor pause. Logan’s eyes gleamed before he struck, wrapping his thighs around Victor and rolling them onto firmer ground. Mud smeared between them as Logan’s head dipped to bite fiercely at Victor’s neck, an animalistic and possessive growl vibrating in his throat in such a manner that anyone would be forgiven to think he had swallowed a motorbike.

Finally the mud was proving useful other than simply decoration. Victor groaned hungrily as their slicked cocks rubbed together, trapped in a perverted, dirty and completely irresistible dance between them. For all his posturing and dominant position over him, Logan didn’t seem in any need to initiate penetration, which allowed Victor to lie back and accept the rough but satisfying touch between his legs.

“If you’re gonna fight to be top, you gotta… do…,” Victor trailed off and slowly pushed himself up as Logan untangled himself and took a few steps onto drier land. Logan gave one careless glance over his shoulder as though his brother wasn’t watching every single move he made, and then dropped delicately down on hands and knees.

“… something,” Victor finished, looking down at him in faint bewilderment. Logan waited for a second, and then snorted.

“Now who’s messing around?” his eyes were calm, despite the frustration that was clearly running through his body. Another toothy smile greeted that before Victor dropped down to his knees with an enthusiastic squelch, feeling the firmer ground of mud and moss underneath his legs as he lined himself up again and thrust in so hard that Logan almost ended up flat on his mud stained face once more. The moss might have tackled the sinking feeling, but the slipperiness was still the same as a particularly greasy car salesman having an affair with an eel.

Victor drove into his brother with an unforgiving stroke, powerful and designed to breach him as deep as possible. He growled as he felt Logan grip him harder, each movement surrounded by friction and serenaded by Jimmy’s soft growl that was both a warning and permission at the same time. Claws sank into smooth flank as Victor worked, steadying his thrust and giving him something else to focus on as the blaze of pleasure burned through him.

The background seemed to melt away as Victor became engrossed in his work. His hands tightened harder, squeezing tightly as though it might enhance the pleasure and sending a little trickle of blood running down Logan’s side. He could feel Jimmy jerk, his back arching in response, but that was the extent that the protest went to – there was no attempt to escape or a retaliatory swipe of blades, and that made things easier. Victor purred in pure pleasure as he thrust; every muscle within him trembled with anticipation and power, and each breath was torn from his lungs. As deaths went, it was a damned good way to go.

The universe seemed set against him to last any longer than was truly necessary too, but that seemed right somehow. Patience was overrated, and they had time to torment each other later on. Victor smiled slowly, then closed his eyes and completed his pleasure by one, single, brutal thrust of the hips; the energy shuddered through him, freezing him in place as his seed shot deep inside his brother’s hot, desperate body. Growling a sigh, he sank back and refocused on the mud-smeared, bloodstained scene in front of him. Oh yes.

Victor raised his hand and ran his fingertips over the deep gashes in Logan’s side thoughtfully, wetting them in his brother’s blood before they gradually healed. His brother was still kneeling, his body trembling in his own need but there was no immediate demand for release; Jimmy always found a martyr’s role in the most bizarre of circumstances.

“Roll over,” Victor instructed, running his tongue over his bottom lip. “I’ll sort you out,”

Logan stretched and turned his head in order to speak, but Victor wasn’t in the mood to start messing around. He was getting soft as it was in making sure his partner gained release. He pounced again, pressing Logan back onto the ground and allowing his hand to seek out his brother’s hard erection. Half a dozen jerks of his fist had the required response, Logan’s lust so strong that Victor suspected he could have breathed on him and had the same reaction, and finally his brother collapsed back on the ground in an exhausted, pleasured heap.

For a few moments they simply stayed there, panting softly to recover their breath. Victor leaned further across Logan’s body, running his tongue in one long lick from his collarbone up to his jaw-line, before sliding off his brother’s wet, muddy body and standing up.

Grinning, he began to make his way back to the water. Mud was fun, but it made his fur uncomfortable when it dried.

“C’mon, Jimmy. Last one in is a half stunned balding raccoon,” he called, then chuckled as Logan swore after him. He heard the unmistakeable noise of the other man slowly getting to his feet, and chuckled again. At least Jimmy was still taking orders in all manner of circumstance, and that was promising.

Oh yes, the evening might well be fun.

*

Logan woke up the next morning with his cock as hard as diamond. It had been a while since that had happened, his nightmares and caution winning over the limited lust that might have grown. As he generally slept by himself, the few erections that did slip the net were more of an observation rather than any particular problem. Now, with his brother so damned close, it was beginning to be an issue.

Said brother was still slumbering quietly, curled on the dark black coat he was so addicted to. Victor’s back was turned to him, although one arm was sprawled out as though it had just been caught going off for a midnight wander by itself. Logan turned his head to study him thoughtfully, watching as the flickering light shone over his muscles. Even in sleep, Victor’s power was undeniable; his body seemed perfectly built for stamina and strength, muscular but with a sturdiness that made him a formidable foe. His fondness to run on all fours had no doubt assisted the way his body had developed, his arms needing the backing muscles to take on the significant weight of Victor’s moving body, but his brother had always continued to develop more of the beast than Logan had. Victor’s teeth had fascinated him throughout their childhood, although he had never commented on them. It was all too obvious that Victor had been self conscious of his teeth, more-so than his claws, and it had taken many years before Victor displayed them casually rather than purposefully intimidating.

Logan smiled ruefully. Of course his brother had made up for those lost years many times over. Appreciation over his brother’s body was also not solving his immediate problem.

He rolled over onto his side, allowing his gaze to follow Victor’s spine down to his muscular, round backside. He had let his brother take control yesterday, partly out of habit and partly because Logan was aware it was much more important to Victor to be dominant than it was to himself. However, that wasn’t something that could continue indefinitely. The more Victor felt in charge, the more control he would start to steal back, and he would no doubt try to use that against LeBeau.

Logan’s body was showing no signs of releasing its erotic grip on him either. He found himself looking at Victor’s rear hungrily and growled softly to himself in frustration. Victor had always been happy to promote the “just take” philosophy, but there was a long way between taking the initiative and pouncing on a sleeping man.

Or at least a seemingly sleeping man, anyway.

“Sat on a porcupine?” came a slightly gruff, sleep ridden voice. Logan growled again, and rolled back to look up at the sky as though it might in some way be interesting. It wasn’t.

“No.”

“Hmm,” Victor replied without moving. Logan knew that voice. That was the type of voice that spoke of amused disbelief mixed with curiosity, and it was never a fantastic idea for Victor to be curious about anything.

“You gonna get up soon?” he growled irritably.

“I see,”

Logan’s eyes narrowed. “You see? That ain’t an answer.”

“Oh, it’s an answer. It’s just not an answer to your particular question, little brother. And I smell the scent of someone who’s already sexually frustrated. Quite impressive considering that it’s early morning,” Victor stretched lazily, but still didn’t roll over to look at him. Logan snarled again and tried to avoid looking at his brother’s body that was far too temptingly close.

“Yeah, well.”

“That isn’t an answer either,” Victor pointed out.

“You didn’t ask a question,” Logan pushed himself up and began to put more fuel on the rapidly dying fire. Victor chuckled, still refusing to budge from his sleeping position.

“True. But I’m pretty sure your dick is, right?” he purred softly. “So, how you gonna answer that?”

“None of your business,” Logan snarled. That caused a little movement, Victor shifting slightly to look at him curiously.

“Sure it is. Not many other people out here to fuck, remember? Unless you’re going to go for the deer. Or raccoons.” Victor smiled and closed his eyes again. “So, when you work out when I am involved, let me know,”

Logan scowled at him. “You hate me doing that,”

“Talking? I sleep with Wade. In comparison, you’re a Buddhist Monk on a vow of silence,” Victor snorted softly.

“You hate me fucking you,” Logan growled, and felt a strange satisfaction as Victor’s lazy expression lost some of its cosiness. An eye cracked open again.

“I wouldn’t be inviting you if I hated it, now would I?” there was definitely an air of grumpy in Victor’s voice. Logan snorted.

“Yeah? You fought it as much as possible. Even taking into the virginity aspect, that’s…,” he trailed off as he frowned at Victor’s expression, his brother shifting position as though to go back to sleep. An unpleasant suspicion began to form. “I was the first, right?”

“This is an incredible route to get off the subject of your dick, Jimmy,” Victor replied lazily, but Logan could see the true answer immediately. He stared at him, genuinely shocked.

“Who?” he demanded.

“Fuck off,” The words were said casually.

“Who?!” Logan moved closer, his eyes blazing with an emotion he couldn’t even begin to name. The casual poise was slowly beginning to take on the tension he knew would be rushing around Victor’s body, despite his brother’s attempts to stop it. Sure enough, the next words began to get a bite to them.

“I said fuck off, and I meant it,”

“Oh, no. You don’t let anyone claim you unless they’re strong enough. So go on. Who’s stronger than you are?” Logan’s fists were clenched, although he couldn’t have said why. His brother’s sexual adventures were none of his business, any more than his own were Victor’s, but the idea of anyone taking his brother sent vicious waves of anger through him. Victor’s leg shifted, his brother’s expression closing down as he prepared to ignore Logan’s questions. Logan growled softly, and gave Victor’s thigh a hard kick to suggest that a different course of action might be a better choice.

Victor cracked open an eye then deliberately closed it again, turning his back and preparing to do a marvellous impression of a man intending to either go to sleep or pretend to hell and back that he was.

“If you’re not doing anything, go get breakfast-,” came a little rumble that cut off mid-way as Logan dropped and rolled onto him, feeling the heat from his brother’s body press against his chilled one. Victor snarled softly and pushed himself up but Logan stopped him, his chest pressed against Victor’s back and his mouth so close to the other man’s ear.

“Who was it, Victor?” he breathed. “I want to know,”

“Why does it matter?” Victor snarled back. “It was a long time ago and you don’t know them.”

“Them?”

Victor gave a strong buck to dislodge his unwelcome guest, no longer messing around. His claws dug into the soft ground as he tried to force his way up, but Logan wasn’t in the mood to let him. He waited calmly before slamming his weight back onto him and pressing him down harder into the ground.

“You were saying,”

Victor gave a rueful chuckle, and then calmly closed his mouth. Logan knew what expression he would find on his brother’s face if he looked; Victor was damned good at shutting up when he wanted to, accompanied with a mocking look in his eyes to tell his persecutor they were going to have more luck getting juice out of a rock. Logan growled and pressed his body harder on Victor’s, grinding his hips into his brother’s backside and reminding him exactly who was supposed to be in charge.

Nothing. Victor clearly had some donkey genes in with his cat, his stubbornness overwhelming. Logan snarled again, then pushed himself up and stalked to the fire once more. There was no way he was playing this game.

Victor’s eyes were on him almost immediately, his brother moving into a lounging position and no doubt watching him with the intense expression he always had when something had just slipped out of his control. Logan shot him a look, and then continued to tend to the fire. Victor laughed aloud.

“Oh, please.” he drawled. “You’re planning a sex strike in retaliation? I’ll have to get you a nice dress, and then you can be a proper woman,”

“Thought brothers were supposed to talk about anything,” Logan snarled back.

“Talk?” Victor looked incredulous. “We’ve never talked, Jimmy. Reacted, possibly. We understood each other, words weren’t needed.”

“I told you things,” Logan shot back. Victor shrugged carelessly.

“Yeah, you did. But you were the baby,” a toothy grin aimed at him. “Still are, despite all your muscle.”

Logan snarled. Victor rolled his eyes, and readjusted his position.

“Just accept there’s gonna be some things you’re not going to know. You’ll have less of a headache,” The corner of Victor’s mouth twitched upwards in amusement. “Bet you haven’t asked that street rat of yours what he’s been up to in his messy little youth, have you?”

“Keep him out of it,”

“Mmm, I thought not. Why does it matter if you don’t know some of my history?” Victor stretched and looked at Logan’s body hungrily. Logan’s eyes narrowed.

“Because that’s my history too, and you’re my brother. You’re saying that one of those men you messed around with in the wars managed to-,”

Victor snorted dismissively, and looked away. Apparently not. But then Logan had only known his brother to begin experimenting with the male sex during their time in the army, when Victor had been restricted in choice. Logan growled in frustration. They were supposed to ‘bond’; okay, he didn’t entirely know what that involved, but he was pretty damned sure it didn’t involve strangulation.

“So?” he said forcefully.

Victor shifted positions and began to toy with his claws idly. “They have squirrels here, lots of different types. Might see if I can get a friend for Tiddles,” he said idly. “Fuzz-tail over there on the fire isn’t exactly suitable pet material,”

“Stop changing the subject and stop naming our breakfast cute things!” Logan growled. “We kept to ourselves most of the time. You didn’t have a chance…,”

He trailed off, looking up at Victor slowly. They were normally together, but in the early years Victor had often gone to town by himself, trying to thieve or earn money for the items they just couldn’t make themselves. He had finally stopped Logan accompanying him with the excuse that it was too dangerous, and Logan could remember those nights alone, waiting for him to return, his heart in his mouth as he worried about Victor getting caught and imprisoned somewhere he couldn’t get to him.

“How far back is this?” Logan asked slowly. Victor lazily readjusted his position in a ‘couldn’t care less’ manner, but there had been a flicker in his eye that suggested that this particular train of thought had prospects of getting to a quite substantial station.

“You’re gonna burn that meat,”

“No, I’m not,” Logan didn’t look away. “How old were you?”

“Jimmy,” Victor leaned forward, his voice and expression pleasant but ice forming in his eyes. “Drop it now.”

“You can’t have been under sixteen,” Logan said slowly. “Up to that point I was always by your side. And then you decided it was getting too risky, so you insisted on going alone-,”

“I said cut it out!” Victor snarled, the pleasantness consumed by the trapped animal he had become. Logan frowned, trying to work it out in his own mind. Victor had often been late, but he had always come back with something, and more often than not a scary story to terrify his little brother about the evils of the towns. How much truth did those stories contain?

“But you never seemed-,” he began, when his brother struck; Logan landed heavily on his back as Victor collided with his midsection, smashing him to the floor and slashing his claws across Logan’s face. Logan managed to turn his head at the last minute, but the claws still opened up ugly, jagged holes in his cheek which hurt like a bastard. Snarling, Victor glared at him before pointedly getting up again, brushing off the dirt from his naked body and stalking to the hanging meat. Logan slowly began to push himself up, feeling his injuries slowly begin to heal.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Victor turned his head, his eyes firmly stating that Logan had one more chance to shut up before he found himself in serious trouble. They stared at each other for a moment longer, before Logan snarled to himself and looked away.

“I assume you want to hunt a bear today, yes?” he prowled back to the fire and crouched next to it, poking the flames with a stick. He already knew what was stopping Victor from speaking. The pain would have left him, but the blow to his pride would still be burning furiously. No one beat Victor. And for all this time Logan hadn’t had a whiff of what had happened, happily taking whatever his brother had said as the ultimate truth.

“Yes.” Victor replied, his fury dulled but his suspicion still making its presence known. Logan finished the fire, and moved to pick up his clothing, clasping Victor’s shoulder briefly as he went. His brother gave him a side glance before tilting his head in acknowledgement of the silent gesture. There was nothing more to say. Trying to press the matter would only cause more pain, regardless of how much Logan wanted to hear it.

Logan dressed swiftly, speaking as he did so.

“I’m pretty sure there were some tracks north of here. I doubt they’re particularly fresh, but then if we set off now we’ll have plenty of time to find it and return.” he said, looking into the distance and then critically back at Victor. Logan sat down and began to pull on his boots. “You can take the lead again and I’ll….,” he trailed off as he watched Victor lounge naked against the trunk of the tree in a particularly permanent manner.

Victor raised an eyebrow. “You’ll….,”

Logan frowned. “I’ll be wondering why you’re not getting dressed. Planning on running like that? I thought it got uncomfortable if you went through stinging nettles naked.”

“It does normally smart, yes. But then I’m not planning on moving yet,” Victor’s gaze settled on him with worrying finality. “We still haven’t resolved your other issue,”

They hadn’t resolved his first issue either, but Logan decided not to mention that bit. He frowned harder and pushed himself up, watching as Victor detached himself from the tree and wandered closer. He straightened his back as his brother stopped directly in front of him, scanning his eyes thoughtfully as though looking for the answer to a particularly complicated question. And then their mouths met, hard, passionate, and both eager for control.

It was all a bit of a blur from that point on. Victor’s tongue was in his mouth immediately, but he wasn’t planning to object to that considering how many times his own tongue had been sliced up by getting too close to the razors that Victor called teeth. Logan’s hands had somehow snuck around his brother’s stocky body, drifting across the powerful muscle of Victor’s backside and using it to pull him closer; their erections ground together as they continued to kiss and bite at each other’s mouths, excitement building to the extent that Logan’s mind couldn’t focus on anything but what was in front of him.

It was a strange sensation to be fully clothed when his partner was already stark naked. They were only pieces of fabric, but they felt as solid as armour between them as Logan stepped up the passion. His groin had roared back into life as soon as Victor’s mouth had touched his, and now it was throbbing so badly that it was burning a hole in his concentration as he slowly but persistently began to push them back towards the tree that Victor had just vacated.

Of course Victor didn’t come quietly. He never did. Logan felt teeth nip him on his shoulders and neck at each step of the way, Victor’s brute strength making things hard but not impossible to achieve. His brother’s whiskers tickled against Logan’s skin as he nipped and kissed and sucked, feasting on Logan’s body even as he was slowly subdued. Logan allowed him a few moments longer before he slammed him back against the tree, a possessive growl vibrating in his throat. Victor lifted his head and eyed him in amusement, then chuckled. Their groins rubbed together harder as Victor lazily circled his hips, deliberately encouraging his brother onwards.

Logan seized Victor’s wrists to force them above his head, and was faintly surprised to find that his brother obeyed this without a snarl. He pressed another aggressive kiss on Victor’s mouth as he pressed him against the tree trunk. He scored a direct hit as he ground against the other man’s erection, his brother’s eyes closing as he groaned out his frustration, but then suffered a problem. To do anything else would require a free hand, and both of his were already occupied keeping Victor’s above his head. To release them would mean releasing him, and his brother had a nasty tendency of going a little crazy when aroused.

They eyed each other for a little while, their breathing hard and unsteady. Victor smirked, his eyes flashing for a moment.

“Would you like a hand, little brother?” he purred. Logan calmly raised his knee, raising an eyebrow as Victor shifted uncomfortably at the unwelcome threatening pressure. Victor’s eyes flickered upwards again, his amusement not entirely absent.

“C’mon, Jimmy,” he whispered in his rough velvet, throaty purr. “Start being who you are. Take what you want without apology.”

“I’m not planning to apologise,” Logan growled back, but he still didn’t move. Victor snorted amusement.

“You’re apologising because you’re hesitating. If I didn’t want to be here, you’d know about it. Hurry up before I get cold,”

“It’s not that easy-,”

“Yes, it is. You’re just making it complicated,” Victor growled softly. “And I’m getting colder.”

“You’re amoral,” Logan growled back.

“I’m realistic.” he spoke calmly, his body pressing pointedly against Logan’s. “Although I must be hanging around Wade too much. I had a burning desire to make a reference to a fairytale ending…. A moral,” he explained at Logan’s baffled expression, followed by a toothy grin. “Not sure whether we’d want that though. We’d be the bad guys. The big bad wolf. The wild ones out in the woods, capturing and eating unwary children…,”

“Does Wade count as an unwary child?” Logan replied dryly. Victor’s eyes sparkled.

“Only if LeBeau does, and he’s a child but I doubt whether he could be called ‘unwary’ by any stretch of the imagination.” The toothiness of the smile increased. “We’d be doing the forest a favour, eating him. Metaphorically speaking, I would imagine,”

Logan growled softly, raising his knee again and pressing it against his brother’s balls. A look of hunger flashed into Victor’s eyes, his hands gripping hold of the trunk as he studied him.

“Make your move, little brother.”

“You hate it,” Logan repeated his earlier statement, scowling. Victor shrugged.

“And?” Victor’s eyes flashed. “You think your little boy liked it when I reamed his ass? He squealed when I twisted his balls to make him behave-,”

Logan’s arm slammed against Victor’s throat, the fury blazing in his eyes. He knew what his brother was doing, trying to spark off their encounter with an emotional response, but he couldn’t stop the burning rage that flowed through him. Victor might be exaggerating certain things, but certainly he had taken Remy as a casual plaything, and Victor’s toys had a nasty tendency to break.

“You carry on with that topic of conversation and I’m just gonna walk,” he growled. A snort greeted that.

“Yeah. You do a lot of that, don’t you, Jimmy? When things don’t go the way you want them to, you just turn tail and run,” Victor replied, his voice smooth but genuine anger flashing in his eyes. “If you don’t like the truth, that’s up to you.”

“Yeah? This from a guy who won’t tell me what happened in town because he’s scared?” Logan snarled back. That hit a nerve. The anger suddenly discovered rage and began to throw a party.

“I don’t get scared,” Victor spat back.

“Yeah. Right.”

“You went to hide on some mountaintop like you were Heidi,” Victor snorted in irritation. “And then you threw a tantrum when your little world didn’t match up to expectations,”

“You killed my girlfriend!” Logan’s arm tightened across Victor’s throat, despite the fact that it merely emphasised the futility of the action. Victor shrugged.

“Actually, I didn’t. You just didn’t check her carefully enough. If I’d had killed her, her entrails would have been hanging from a tree.” Victor’s smile raised a little, his eyes dark. “Kinda an early Christmas decoration. I’m kinda upset you didn’t bother, Jimmy. I tried to teach you well, but you’re just too damned impatient and too quick to judge on first impressions.”

Logan released him in disgust. “That’s it. This whole damned business is over. I’m going back, getting LeBeau and-,”

“Oh, go on. What are you going to do with him?” Victor chuckled ruefully, rubbing his throat mostly to allow his voice to remain unchanged. “Take him back to some hut in the wilderness? You know as well as I do that the pup needs crowds and civilisation. He’s one of them.”

Logan turned, frowning. “One of who?”

Victor shrugged carelessly. “A thief. A street rat. They plague those streets. If I could be bothered, I’d go around and eliminate them all. And your boy won’t like the mountain views. He’ll get bored. He’ll play around. And then one day you’ll just drop him off the nearest cliff, because that’s what you do, isn’t it, Logan? Some dramatic, not-quite-thought out action of revenge. Sure, it’s fun, but you’re supposed to take some thought over it if it’s serious. Do it right. Massacre in haste, repent at leisure…,”

However, Logan wasn’t listening. He was still looking back at Victor curiously. “You never liked him, did you? Even before you realised I was sleeping with him.”

“I’d met him before. He was a pain then.” Victor shrugged.

“But you sought him out to hurt him, didn’t you?”

“He was supposed to be for Wade. Why would I want to keep him around if he bothered me?” Victor’s lip curled in irritation. “Great. First no thought and now you’re over analysing everything.”

Logan walked a little closer, scanning Victor’s eyes. “You wanted him to be a submissive to Wade, didn’t you?”

“He’s got to learn somewhere, and it’s not going to be on my hide,” Victor dismissed him with a wave of the hand.

“So you’re saying there was absolutely no appeal in seeing him beaten over and over again?” Logan purred dangerously. “Handcuffed and begging for release. No satisfaction there at all?”

Victor raised his head slightly, a thoughtful look aimed back at Logan. Finally he shrugged again carelessly. “Wade’s a soft touch. He’d never have gone that far,”

“But you were intending to teach him. And we both know you do go that far,”

“We’re not here to discuss your little toy,” Victor growled softly. “If you want, I’ll tie him up when we get back and beat the crap out of him then, but you’re bound to get tetchy,”

Logan stopped again, inches away from his brother. “You got attacked by ‘street rats’, didn’t you? When you went to town to steal things. That’s why you can’t stand him,”

Victor smiled slowly. “Tell you what, Jimmy, I’ll get you a couch for your birthday, and then you can do the whole therapist thing properly, eh?” He snorted. “Tell me something. If all this was right, why haven’t I simply gutted him and gone on a rampage?”

“Your pride. You can’t admit it happened,”

The sound of laughter echoed in the clearing. Victor shook his head slowly. “That’s pushing it, even for me. Can’t I just dislike that type of bastard? Most people dislike me, and I’m such a loveable soul,” light glinted from his canines. “And you’re searching for excuses.”

“What?” Logan scowled.

“Why we fight. You’d just love it if you could find a way to blame our ways on someone else.” Victor’s voice dipped a little lower, gruffness covered in honey. “We are who we are, Jimmy. You might as well get a tiger to go vegetarian.”

His hand rose to Logan’s cheek, running his knuckles across his cheekbone and downwards in a surprisingly gentle manner. “We’re the beasts that no one else wants to admit to being. We’re honest, Jimmy. As soon as you admit it to yourself what we are, then you’ll be a lot happier. Your boy just happens to be prey.”

Victor shrugged, and leaned back against the tree trunk again. “And there’s another thing you’re not admitting to, baby brother.” he added, his gaze travelling lazily down Logan’s body before returning to look at him in amusement. “Or are you trying to be a virgin in your little fantasy as well?”

Logan shook his head in irritation. “This ain’t gonna work,”

“What isn’t? The only problem here is you.” Victor raised his eyebrow. “A squirrel’s still a squirrel, regardless of how much it hops like a bunny,”

Logan snorted softly. “Wade’s really got to you with the squirrel references, huh?” he said, then turned and prowled back to the fire, thinking. Victor growled softly, although didn’t shift from the tree.

“Jimmy, we’re going off to take over some high security base. If you’re gonna get in touch with your feminine side, do it after the battle, hmm?” there was a soft little purr-groan, which suggested that Victor’s palm had ended up on his own cock in impatience. Logan growled softly and walked a little closer to the fire, looking at the burning embers and smelling the scent of cooking flesh from the venison.

Perhaps Victor had a point. There wasn’t any point in trying to dig too deep, other than to make them fight as a team. He didn’t trust his brother an inch when it came to the rest of society, but together, guarding each other’s backs…

.. possibly. They had worked well with the deer, after all, but one test just wasn’t enough. He looked up, and began to walk purposefully to the tracks, lifting his head to sniff thoughtfully.

“Jimmy..,” Victor’s voice was ragged but that didn’t hide his suspicion. “Where are you going?”

Logan didn’t bother to respond. He continued to pick up speed, hearing Victor’s muttered curse behind him as he pushed himself from the trunk of the tree and began to prowl after him. Logan smiled slightly and began to pick up the pace, jogging deeper into the undergrowth as he followed the scent that was beginning to become more appealing with each second that passed. After a few minutes, he was joined by his still mostly naked brother, albeit with a scowl gracing his features and a pair of shorts covering his lower torso.

“Next time, give me some warning,” he growled softly. Logan eyed him in amusement, then continued to walk up the steadily rockier path. He breathed in the air, and then chose a smaller track that split off towards the trees. Victor kept pace, occasionally growling as the colder wind hit his naked form.

“I could do with more fur,” he complained grumpily.

“Never thought I’d hear you say that,”

“Yeah, well. It’s amazing what you want to say when your nipples want to turn into frozen bullets,” Victor paused, and sniffed. His eyes gleamed. “Bear?”

“I thought you needed something to get that excess energy out of you,” Logan replied dryly.

“Which of course you didn’t share, brother dearest,” Victor raised an eyebrow, and then chuckled. Logan could almost feel his brother’s good humour returning, the prospect of a hunt dissolving much of Victor’s immediate frustrations, and smiled to himself. Even now they were already forming a comfortable team, and that was before they had even got to the bloodshed.

Would that last with the addition of the other members of the team? Logan didn’t know. But god, he hoped so. They had enough problems as it was already

*
ONWARDS TO PART B