niceandfluffy2 | FIC: Promises: Doing It For The Team (16/?) Part B

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Victor was in a bad mood. It was wet, cold enough to make his nipples harden, and his boots were already soggy. Nature was fine when it was just him and Jimmy, but a different matter when they had ‘company’. There was, however, an added bonus. Gambit was primarily a city creature, preferring to lurk in the shadows and the alleyways, and it was almost too clear that the woods were not his favoured habitat. LeBeau could jump like a squirrel, but there were fewer cases of wood rot in city buildings, and it was clear that the pup didn’t have the experience to tell what was a sturdy tree and what was a hidden natural trap. Humour hid itself in many places.

“Not very good with trees, are you?” he asked idly as Gambit flipped and landed badly, showered with little pieces of wood. LeBeau looked back at him and snarled.

“Are you planning to be a little more help?”

“Probably not,” Victor smiled at him lazily, showing his teeth. He stretched, then raised his head and sniffed the air. “Jimmy’s over there.” He indicated with a hand to the north, and then narrowed his eyes as he sniffed for Wade. That was trickier. He couldn’t quite pin down which direction the man was in, which suggested that Jimmy’s massive beacon was likely to be a trap of some sort.

“Wade’ll have the flag, non?” Gambit scanned the surrounding trees again, then glanced at Victor. Victor grunted in agreement, although he eyed the boy thoughtfully.

“Why him?”

“Logan stops people. Wade’ll be sneakier, harder to catch. If they get found out, he’ll vanish,” Gambit replied idly. “You agree?”

Disturbingly enough, he did, but that wasn’t something to start admitting to the boy. Victor grunted again and walked past him, idly ruffling the boy’s hair as he passed and earning himself a hissed curse in French as a result. As Wade wasn’t about to be hunted, he would simply have to have fun hunting down his little brother. Victor’s grin widened again at the thought.

“Keep up,” he instructed Remy, then immediately dropped to all fours and began to bound through the trees, following his brother’s scent. His paws flew over the uneven ground, the bonding session having reintroduced his body to its natural habitat, and he leapt from stronger trunks as he raced around corners and past rocky outcroppings. The trail slowly began to weaken. Victor slowed, and then stopped entirely as he sniffed warily. No Logan. No Wade. And no damned Gambit either.

Victor glared over his shoulder but he couldn’t detect the Cajun at all, not even the faintest whiff of soap that the boy favoured. Fantastic. LeBeau had probably been ambushed by a chipmunk, or tripped over an acorn or something. Growling, Victor turned back to his hunt; he prowled forward, feeling a rush of excitement bubble through him as he scanned the surroundings for his brother. It shouldn’t be too hard. Logan rarely bothered with hiding after the age of sixteen, which had driven Victor up the wall.

There. Victor’s eyes gleamed as he recognised his brother’s form in the distance; he lowered his body and prowled after him, allowing his body to weave its way through the undergrowth as he steadily gained ground. Logan was clearly tempting him, but Victor didn’t care about traps. He knew every vulnerable spot on Wade’s body, and an ambush was therefore a mere irritation.

Or at least that had been the plan. Logan disappeared behind a large bush and Victor picked up speed, not wanting to lose sight of his prey. However, Logan wasn’t in the mood to be lost; as Victor bounded around the corner, he was suddenly slammed into the nearest tree by Logan’s full body attack, his weight catching Victor at exactly the wrong moment and ruining his balance. He snarled and immediately struck back, his claws sinking into Logan’s ribs as he struggled to get an upper hand. Victor’s teeth buried themselves in Logan’s shoulder as they fought, then they sprung apart again as both men circled, panting and bloody.

“Lost the kid already?” Logan grunted. Victor shrugged, unconcerned, and lunged at him again; Logan dodged out the way, but didn’t immediately strike out with his metal claws. Victor turned his head in expectation of a last minute attack, then suddenly realised he was looking in the wrong direction as Wade appeared directly in front of him.

Victor immediately turned, his eyes widening in shock for a moment, before dodging out of the way of the sword’s vicious slice. He failed.

“We’re winning!” Wade whooped as Victor crashed to the floor with blood pouring from the slice in his upper arm. “We’re win-,”

Wade suddenly ended up crashing into a tree trunk hard enough to snap it as two burning missiles hit him directly in the stomach. Wade looked up in bewilderment, and then suddenly popped out of the way as three more were fired toward him.

“Is this game supposed to be this lethal?” Gambit landed beside Victor and helped pull him up. “Remind me never to play hide and seek with you.”

“Yeah, well,” Victor shoved him to one side as Wade reappeared, blades spinning. “Get yourself over there!”

Gambit swiftly retreated back into the undergrowth and almost ran slap back into Logan, although he immediately managed to escape back into the trees with the speed of a greased weasel. Logan snarled, and then looked back at Victor and Wade who were circling each other.

“Not too bloody, okay?” he snarled at them, which was completely ignored. Wade’s blades twirled as they clashed again, claws slicing into one arm and a blade ending up in Victor’s thigh in retaliation. Victor could hear his brother’s weary sigh, but didn’t care. He hadn’t been able to properly play with Wade for so long, and now he could do so without worrying about killing him.

They circled again. He could see a strange light in Wade’s eyes, but he remembered that from before the experiments had started; a simple blaze of delight that turned up whenever Wade felt challenged by something, normally violent. Victor smiled again and pounced, just missing Wade’s body as the youngster bounced away and aimed a sword blade to Victor’s kidney. Victor dodged and aimed several claw blows at Wade’s vulnerable belly. At this point he suddenly discovered that Logan wasn’t planning on just watching either, as a blow struck out towards his ribs.

Victor dodged backwards and snarled, trying to keep an eye on both his brother and his lover at the same time. That was easier said than done. Where the hell was that pup, anyway?! ‘Go over there’ did not mean ‘vanish’.

An explosion later and he had a suspicion he knew exactly where Gambit was. Logan crashed into a rock and slid down it, stunned from the collision, and Wade immediately popped out of existence once again. Unfortunately for Wade and a few unlucky frogs, he immediately reappeared mid-air over a nearby deep stream. Gravity reasserted itself, accompanied by a loud splash and subsequent wail.

“Fuck!!”

LeBeau prowled around a tree, delicately brushing off pieces of leaves from his shoulders before he glanced at the others.

“When does this game finish again?”

“When we get the flags,” Victor snarled, readying himself for the next round of attacks. LeBeau looked surprised.

“Is that it?”

The tone made the other three turn and slowly study him in deep thought. Victor chuckled to himself, and began to relax.

“And get back to the original starting spot,” Victor added, listening to the splashes behind him and knowing that Wade had suddenly discovered the flag that had been in his back pocket had suddenly vanished by a sneaky underhanded Cajun. His grin widened. “Better run for it, kid,”

Gambit immediately dipped behind the tree; Victor laughed and grabbed hold of Logan’s leg as his brother turned to stop the thief, using his strength to drag him back again. A soggy Wade sped after him, but he was no real threat to LeBeau; every few steps he was stopping to kick out the water from his clothing rather than actively hunting the other man.

“Ergh, it’s clinging to my ass!” Wade complained loudly. “And it’s chafing my nipples!”

“Just get him,” Logan snarled, clearly not in a nipple mood. Wade saluted, and then disappeared through the trees once again. Logan sighed and gave one last grumpy kick back at Victor, who simply grabbed hold of his leg and pinned him down to the floor lazily. Logan snorted softly, and relaxed back against the ground comfortably, despite Victor’s weight over much of his body.

“Perhaps this was a waste of time, other than get the kids out for a walk,” Logan said with a sigh. “Although full marks for not killing your team mate,”

Victor chuckled wolfishly and licked up Logan’s neck lazily in answer. Logan raised his chin to allow his brother better access, before pushing his body over Victor’s and reclaiming possession of their little private fight. Victor nipped at his neck as Logan straddled his thighs, looking down at his brother hungrily.

“We’ll just go.” Logan asked finally, running his nails over Victor’s chest. “Can’t prepare for what we don’t know.”

“Your boy isn’t going to like that comment,” Victor shifted his weight, although didn’t stop his brother from teasing his nipple with his fingers. He was slowly becoming used to his brother’s possessiveness, and no longer quite so eager to reclaim the position of power from him. It was, if he dared admit it, a liberating sensation. Logan snorted softly.

“My boy isn’t fond of me at the moment anyway. He asked me whether I minded him messing around with Wade and when I said it was fine he started to sulk,” Logan bent down to nip at Victor’s neck again. “Gave me a headache trying to figure that one out,”

Victor rolled his eyes. “You’re supposed to get jealous. He’s your territory,”

Logan’s tongue paused in shock. “You understand him?” Logan lifted his head again to look at Victor in the manner of one who had just discovered a small purple alien in the fridge.

“It’s not that complicated. He’s an attention seeker. Surely the soap and glossy shirt gave that away? And no one has a stick with a shiny knob on the end other than attention seekers and very rich wizards,” Victor replied calmly. “This information doesn’t mean that I either like him or understand him, or that you need to stop what you were doing,”

However, Logan’s tongue remained firmly engaged with talking. Victor growled softly in frustration.

“So he’s messing around with Wade to get back at me?” Logan said slowly. “For what?”

Victor raised an eyebrow then looked down at himself and waved a hand roughly at nipple height to draw his brother’s attention to the likely reason for LeBeau’s sulk. Logan frowned at him in innocent bewilderment, which was pretty much the look that Jimmy had given when Victor had finally had to explain about sex between humans. Victor sighed, and tried to think of a way to phrase it without confusing his brother further.

“He likes to be the centre of attention,” Victor repeated. “Sounds like your pup doesn’t like a position on the outside.”

“And you know this because…?”

Victor smiled toothily. “Because I didn’t either. I’m always gonna be part of your life, little brother, whether you like it or not. And he’s throwing his toys out of his pram because he’s not used to it.”

“He said-,”

“He’ll say a lot of things. He’s a liar. He’s a thief.” Victor replied calmly. “And, like anything, you have to look at the things that they’re not saying to work things out. Incidentally, Wade is fucked up as it is. I’m not keen for Master Gambit to use him as a tool to get back at either of us. He gets one warning. Past that, I’m playing for keeps,”

Logan looked at him carefully. “But you’re not bothered about Wade sleeping around, right?”

Victor raised an eyebrow in faint amusement. “Not really. Boy has the appetite of an erotically charged monkey. I think of this less as a statement on me and more as his personal form of inappropriate exercise. And speaking of inappropriate exercise..,” his eyebrow twitched further upwards in question as one hand traced along Logan’s thigh. His younger brother groaned softly, his eyes closing briefly before he returned to fix him with a firm and slightly dramatic glare.

“We’re not here for that,” Logan warned.

“And what are we here for, little brother? I worked with the pup, and the flags were won.” Victor’s eyes flickered up to him. “We’ve done playing, Jimmy. By the end of today, we’re on our way, ready or not.”

His voice dropped to a gentle purr. “Agreed?”

Logan eyed him but didn’t object to the hand brushing against his thigh. He growled softly and dipped his head, biting at Victor’s neck again as he thought. Victor took that as a yes, and tipped his head back to allow his brother access. He didn’t make a murmur as the claws flashed out of Logan’s fist and slowly raked down his body to slice off his top, although his hand caught Logan’s wrist before it went any lower.

“We’re not really in a place where I can casually stroll around naked, Jimmy,” he reminded him pleasantly. “Take ‘em off if you want, but do it the old fashioned way.”

Logan considered that for a moment then gave a grunt of acknowledgement and stood. The hand that grabbed Victor roughly under the arm and pulled him up acknowledged the fact that Logan wasn’t in the mood to forget what they were doing either, the pieces of fabric from his shirt fluttering to the floor as Victor was pushed back toward the nearest tree. Victor’s eyes twinkled in amusement, allowing the dominance. Jimmy needed to feel he was in charge of the day, after all.

Logan’s body pressed hard against his own as their mouths met in a clash of teeth and tongue and lust. One of Logan’s hands slipped behind Victor’s neck possessively, pulling him further into the kiss as though his elder brother might possibly want to escape. Victor chuckled throatily and slid one claw under the band of Logan’s belt, twisting it and feeling the leather give under the claw’s sharpness.

Their intentions had been good to keep the remains of their clothing free from harm, but it didn’t necessarily save the clothes from their fate. Claws flashed as their desire increased, neither man caring what happened as long as their bodies were freed from their constraints and their bare skin met. Victor’s teeth bit at Logan’s neck as his brother’s groin ground against his own, pressing them back against the trunk so hard that Victor felt the bark dig into his skin. He breathed in the scent of his brother’s arousal before snarling an order and shoving back against him. Logan refused to budge.

“My turn,” he whispered in Victor’s ear. “Don’t you think?”

No. Victor didn’t think. You couldn’t think at times like this, and Victor’s body was screaming at him to get out of his vulnerable position, flip his brother and then take him hard enough for Logan to scream aloud. To resist the urge seemed unnatural and unfamiliar, but that was what his brother needed him to do and Victor felt a strange feeling of uncomfortable satisfaction in doing so. His claws raked down Logan’s chest to leave a bloody trail, but it was merely for show, to demonstrate the power he could unleash should he choose to do so.

Logan’s eyes met Victor’s, a dark, hungry blaze burning in the core of them. Message understood. And now it was time to get to work.

Victor managed to raise one arm to stop himself slamming too hard against the trunk as they fought, Logan deliberately entangling his leg into Victor’s to ruin his balance as he shoved him around. The primal snarl that emerged from Victor’s throat was dark and dangerous, but that was all he allowed himself to do. But god, it was still difficult to remain still as he felt Jimmy’s thigh insert between his own to force them apart, and he was all too conscious of the fur from his brother’s chest brushing lightly against his back. Within moments Logan was pushing against him as hard as he dared, a soft growl both a promise and a warning. Victor knew what was coming, but he still didn’t move, not even when the blunt head of Jimmy’s cock nudged against him experimentally.

Stay still. Stay still. Stay-

Victor raised his head and howled as he was breached, one hand’s claws digging deep trenches into the tree trunk as he felt Jimmy’s hard, insistent erection force its way into his stubborn body. The pain was minimal in comparison to Jimmy’s metal claws sliding through his chest, but that had never been the issue. He froze, panting; his eyes closed as he readjusted to the feeling and grudgingly allowed Jimmy to witness his momentary weakness. However, Logan’s mouth was forgiving, giving little nips and kisses on Victor’s neck as Logan’s body continued to state its power over him.

“No playing, Victor,” Logan whispered. “Not any more. Stop shielding me from things,”

“If you’re gonna do something, do it,” Victor snarled back, then bit back a curse as Logan’s hips thrust against him. Logan gave him another gentle kiss against his neck, nuzzling between them as though they were once again young children lost in the woods, before beginning to set a powerful rhythm. Logan’s hands closed on his hips as he worked, penetrating deep into his brother’s form at each thrust. The gentleness was gone. They snapped and snarled at each other, dogs fighting over a bone as Logan’s body both trapped him and took what it needed. Victor’s own throbbing erection was rubbed painfully against the rough surface of the bark as they moved, the pleasure pain agonisingly present throughout his body and adding to the agony.

Their mating took both an eternity and a mere second; they growled and pushed against each other, each struggling to win despite the shared knowledge on who would be ultimately successful. Victor’s body had eased against his brother’s intrusion, almost welcomed him, and he hesitantly tried to find better positions to angle his hips at as he copied some of the ridiculous suggestions that had previously come out of Wade’s mouth. Wade might talk crap on occasion but there was no doubt he always enjoyed his sexual encounters, and if Wade could do it, so could Victor.

Bursts of pleasure-pain shot through him as Logan continued to fill him, his brother’s mouth clamping down on Victor’s shoulder as his internal muscles tensed around the intruder. He could feel the blood slowly trickle down his shoulder, but Victor didn’t care. There seemed to be a sensation that was a fingertip out of reach, and Victor snarled in frustration as he tried to find it.

Almost… it wasn’t quite there, but it was near, he could feel it…. Victor snarled again and focused, not on fighting off his brother but welcoming him deeper into him, and felt the gentle promise of violent pleasure so close and-

“Fuck!” Logan’s hiss as he came was both quiet and violent, a soft murmur with teeth in it as he stiffened, shuddered and came to a halt. Victor swore inwardly, even more so as his brother rested against him and then slowly slipped out. Victor’s claws raked down the tree trunk in not well hidden frustration, his body desperate for release and yet unable to ask for it. Jimmy wouldn’t let him leave without pleasure, he knew that, but the pleasure he sought wasn’t likely to be found. Not like that, anyway.

Sure enough, Logan kissed Victor’s neck again roughly, and then moved him around again to press him hard against the tree. His brother’s mouth met Victor’s greedily as his hand brushed against his erection, seizing hold of it roughly and beginning to stroke. Within a few moments it was clear something wasn’t quite right.

Logan paused to look down.

“Splinters,” he grunted softly, in amusement. “Guess that’s what you get if you fuck against a tree too hard. You want me to get ‘em out, or d’you want ‘em to find their own way?”

Victor scowled, and shook his head. Splinters were the last of his problems, even if they were currently pricking into sensitive flesh. They would soon be ejected from his body, which was more than his seed would if his baby brother continued to talk quite so much. Logan took the hint. His hand closed over the hot, enraged member and began to stroke, biting Victor’s neck as he did so. The pain blossomed through him, meeting the pleasure half way and mixing together in a recipe that he was powerless to resist. He roared again in his body’s release, sending several birds fluttering up to the skies in a panic.

“C’mon,” Logan said gruffly, although not unkindly, as Victor’s gasps for air slowly began to ease. “If we leave them for too long they’ll only get themselves into trouble,”

Victor growled softly, suspecting that the pair had been watching for their own amusement, but was welcomed by the suspiciously silent trees surrounding them. He frowned and sniffed, confirming that the other two were nowhere near them. Both scents seemed to be back where the ‘start’ of the game had been. Victor groaned inwardly. How far had Wade taken the ‘game’? He always got a little enthusiastic, which was fine if you could heal from a kebabed kidney, but not so great for someone who would leak until death. He’d never hear the end of it from Jimmy if Super Pup was so inconvenient as to die on them.

They grabbed the remains of their clothing, which for Victor seemed to represent a particular ragged pair of shorts and Logan a particularly interesting fashion statement which appeared to have come into contact with a combine harvester. Jimmy took the lead, still flushed with his conquest, and Victor followed along behind. This also gave him an impressive view of Logan’s slightly shredded backside, which was the antidote to many of life’s ills.

The sounds of fighting were apparent as they neared where they had left the vehicle; Logan gave him a sideways glance, and Victor tilted his head in agreement to grab whichever kid was closest. Typical. Leave them alone for a moment and they …

… practised. Well, that was different.

They reached the edge of the tree line and paused at the sight. LeBeau flipped backwards and landed neatly like a cat, his body crouching lower, ready to continue, and his eyes steady on his combatant. And yet, for the all the weapons and the acrobatics and the snazzy moves, there seemed to be remarkably little personal aggression.

“Great, mon ami,” he advised the other man, who was prowling back and forth twirling his swords in his hands to loosen his muscles. “Now, try to get the angle correct. I’ll attack from the left, and den go to that bush. Try to beat me there, oui?”

“What d’you mean, try?” Wade snorted cheerfully, and then did a little jig with his feet. “Bring it on!”

Gambit sighed softly, then crouched lower and leapt; Victor folded his arms and watched as the boy’s staff flashed in a row of accurate, hard blows, all of which were deflected by Wade, although forcing the man to take a few steps backwards. Wade suddenly teleported as the last blow whizzed through the air, causing LeBeau to stumble as the expected end to the strike vanished with him. Gambit immediately leapt to the north, which Victor had to admit was a logical place to go considering the natural defence of the landscape, and had to jump again as Wade reappeared and immediately struck out at him with a sword. The whole thing would have looked highly impressive and polished had Wade not landed on what appeared to be a holly bush immediately after landing.

“Ow!” Wade hopped for a few moments, and then tried to look at his own backside. “Fuck! Nature always has it in for me. It’s the squirrels, I bet.”

Remy chuckled and wandered back to him, carefully plucking the leaves from Wade’s rear and tossing them to one side.

“Oui. Well, dat was good attack, if a little unorthodox. Decoration isn’t necessary, mon ami, and it is not Christmas.”

Wade brightened. “Oh, that gives me a wonderful idea on where to hang the mistletoe this year-,”

“And you can stop now,” LeBeau warned, waggling a finger. Wade sulked for a moment, and then twirled his swords again as he bounced on his toes, assessing the other man.

“C’mon. Try to hit me,” he said with a grin large enough to swallow several pool balls, before running a short pace and leaping gracefully into the air as though gravity had completely forgotten about his existence. Gambit snorted, twirling his staff once before leaping onto a nearby trunk and using it to springboard his jump; the attack was swift and impressive but Wade remained untouched, each blow expertly parried away. They landed with the softest of impacts, both men spinning round on the balls of their feet instantly; the distance was immediately cleared between them and the fight continued with the speed and agility of a cheetah that had decided to branch out from the usual teeth and claws weaponry of its species.

Victor watched them idly. The Cajun was quick, but his attacks seemed mostly defensive, blocking until an opportunity arose for a vicious assault. Wade’s current self-protective posture had accidentally cut off Gambit’s main route to attack, and Victor suspected he was watching a particularly flashy and energetic battle that would ultimately result in a draw.

Anyway, he was also getting bored. Victor calmly bent down to the floor and picked up a hefty stick, waiting until both men were engaged in their fight before snapping it firmly. The effect was impressive and immediate; he gained the attention of both, but not before Gambit had seized his opponent’s distraction to land the last blow on Wade’s chest.

“Hey! You cheated!” Wade protested loudly, a sulky look entering his eye. LeBeau shrugged and stepped back, running his eye down Victor’s form and then Logan’s. Cunning eyes glanced up again thoughtfully, but the pup refused to comment. Wade, of course, was a different matter.

“S’not fair, cheating. Well, okay, that’s the point of cheating, not being fair, but you can’t rely on something distracting to turn up and … shit, did you guys meet up with some sort of paper shredder? What have I told you about normal people taking off their clothes before they decide to do naughty, inappropriate things? I mean, you can’t find a tailor around here easily,” Wade’s slim fingers poked at the holes in Victor’s trousers/shorts. “It looks like you’ve both been doing some jogging in a giant blender.”

“How long have you been practising?” Logan interrupted.

“Dunno. How long have you been fucking? Cause it’s probably been the same length. If you guys bothered with foreplay, we’d have been really, really good,” Wade grinned. “Practise makes perfect,”

“So I hear,” Victor replied dryly. “How’s the teleportation going?”

Wade rolled his eyes. “It’s fine. Just slightly inaccurate occasionally. You know what it’s like. Don’t fuss,”

“I don’t fuss.”

“Well, that’s good.” Wade grinned at him and then performed a little dance move as though he desperately needed to go to the toilet. “So, do we pass? Can we go? Pleeease?”

Victor sighed inwardly. He had a sneaking suspicion that the whole journey would involve ‘are we nearly there yet’, which suggested that their main luggage would have to consist of rope, gags and a few hefty locks. He looked sideways at his brother, who tilted his head slightly.

“We’re going,” he confirmed gruffly.

“Yay!”

“Quietly,”

“Boo!”

“We get back to the base, pack up the stuff and leave. Make sure you have some high calorie supplies on you, and a bit of water,” he added to Gambit, who was standing to one side looking unreadable. “You’ll be more vulnerable than the rest of us. D’you think that tin can plane of yours will be able to take us?”

LeBeau raised his head, silent for a moment. Victor watched him, less impressed. There was no question that Gambit hadn’t considered transportation to get there, not least because this would form the main way they were planning to make their escape. Whatever the silence was for, it wasn’t for considering the question; that made Victor suspicious by itself.

“Probably.” Remy said finally. “It’s not likely t’be the most comfortable of flights. She’s been kitted out for freight, not passengers, and general passengers tend t’be ..,” Gambit’s gaze fell on Victor and drifted downwards in slight distaste. “… lighter.”

“I’ll sit on his lap,” Wade piped up, then laughed. “Oh, I love flying! Especially that bit where you take off and find yourself squashed against the back of the chair. I pretend I’m a little bug on a windscreen, although with fewer legs and more swords. Cockroach of Doom, I am.”

“Cockroaches don’t tend to end up on windscreens,” Gambit rolled his eyes. Wade shrugged.

“Yeah, but it’s an insect with ‘cock’ in the name, and I couldn’t pass that one up, could I?” Wade grinned, and shoved his arm around LeBeau’s shoulders which completely ruined the look of Gambit’s moody sulk. “Well? What are we waiting for?! We gotta go hit these guys, right?”

Logan’s eyebrow twitched upwards, but a shrug greeted the comment. Wade, shockingly enough, was right. They would go. And, as Victor turned to follow his brother out of the woods, he idly wondered exactly how many of them would be coming back again.

TBC