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Been a couple months.
Logan hadn’t heard from Victor since that cinematic fight in Montana.
That is, until he gets word that the guy’s mysteriously shown up at the X-mansion.
So, he wanders on over to find out why, being as he’s decided to now take this into Logan’s own territory.
Inside, he finds Victor sporting a button up and sweatpants, lounging on a recliner in front of the television, sipping on a beer.
With a cooler of even more beer next to him.
It’s an odd sight, seeing him so...casual.
Especially in the living room of the X-mansion.
Victor gives him a smile when he enters.
CREED
Well, look who’s back, the runt.
Logan’s face remains blank, still processing the moment.
LOGAN
...Vic.
Victor takes a sip of his beer, nonchalantly looking back to the TV.
CREED
‘Bout time ya came back, ain’t ya supposed to be an X-Man? Or does ‘The Wolverine’ just work for ‘em these days while also doin’ his own shit?
LOGAN
The fuck are ya doing?
Victor points his bottle to the TV.
CREED
Watchin’ the Spice Channel, havin’ a couple cold ones- (Authors Note: YES THE SPICE CHANNEL THING IS IN THE ACTUAL COMIC. NO JOKE.)
LOGAN
Here. I meant here.
CREED
Take yer jacket off ‘n stay awhile, ‘n I’ll tell ya.
Hmm...
Logan sighs and takes a quick glance behind him, then looks back over at Victor.
He really doesn’t seem like a threat. Again, almost suspiciously so....
But he’s got the safety net of having a few X-Men around this time at least.
Logan strips off his leather jacket, dropping it onto the back of another nearby recliner and settling down onto it.
Victor grins and tosses him a beer from the cooler.
CREED
Right, so-
SNIKT. CLANK. Fizzle....
CREED
Heard about the whole recent mutant thing, right? You'd think it’d be easier, havin’ the competition dyin’ out, but it kinda made people stop wantin’ to hire muties, so...work's been a lil’ dry lately.
LOGAN
What happened to bein’ ‘Mr. New Money’?
CREED
Oh I ain’t here cuz I’m broke runt, I’m here cuz it’s been boring. Gets me outta the house, gets me seein’ people, I even lend a hand sometimes.
(Authors Note: sort of based on X-Men 1991 issues #188 - #199, but if this version did it instead i guess)
Logan scoffed.
LOGAN
Without a paycheck?
CREED
Yeah, I know, weird times we're livin’ in.
LOGAN
And the devils heart grew 3 sizes....
CREED
Shuddup.
Victor chugged down the rest of his beer, letting out a belch.
CREED
By the way, ya got messed up taste in porno mags.
Logan loudly laughs.
LOGAN
Right, and how many of ‘em have ya read so far?
CREED
5, takin’ my time with em, runt. Where ya find this shit anyhow?
Logan shrugged, taking a swig of his beer.
LOGAN
I travel around a lot, people ain’t the only things I’m good at findin’. Bit of a side hobby. Weirder stuff is under the mattress.
CREED
I know I sniffed ‘em out, they reek. Yer washin’ yer hands after, right?
LOGAN
...ya might wanna avoid touchin’ anything in that room. Wait, ya ain’t sleepin’ in there, are ya?
CREED
Uhh-
LOGAN
Cuz ya might wanna give the sheets a good wash.
CREED
Ah.
LOGAN
Pillow case too.
CREED
Jeez-
LOGAN
Wonder if anything’s started growin’ in there since I’ve been gone-
Victor hucked the empty beer bottle at him, Logan snickering as he deflected it with his arm, the bottle clinking against his metal bones.
CREED
Yer the world’s most disgusting X-Man, ya little maggot!
Despite his tone, Victor had a smile on his face too.
.......
LOGAN
...So, yer just gonna sit around and watch tits on cable? That yer life now?
Rogue peaks her head in the door-
ROGUE
Sayin’ that like you don’t do the same whenever you’re here.
Logan chokes mid sip, Creed laughing.
They drink.
And they talk.
Logan actually makes quite a bit of words in response, unlike the last time they hungout.
Course, till Victor sets the off the mood a bit.
CREED
So, ya drunk enough to blow me yet?
.......
CREED
....jus’ kiddin’.
LOGAN
No yer not. You know I know yer not.
CREED
Fuck.
LOGAN
I ain’t that easy.
CREED
Yeah I know, just...haven’t done this in awhile with ya. Used to fool around a lil' when drinkin, believe it or not. Guess nostalgia’s gettin’ t’ me a bit...
........
Victor was mentally beating the shit outta himself. They had a good thing going, and he messed all up, just by talking. Again. As usual.
Fuckfuckfuckfuck-
LOGAN
...Mm, I can see us doin’ that.
Huh?
CREED
Y-...Yeah?
LOGAN
Yeah. My fight response activates my fuck response pretty damn easy.
Victor laughs, relieved he’s still chatting with him.
LOGAN
Actually kinda... surprised we haven’t done anything.
CREED
You wanna?
Logan looked over at him.
He really did feel a sense of comfort around Victor for once, and he'd be lying if he didn’t feel a damn fair bit of nostalgia from all this too... but a part of him didn’t wanna risk fucking it up.
For himself or for Victor, he couldn’t tell.
LOGAN
Not t’night, Vic.
CREED
Yeah, figured....
Victor looked somewhat disappointed, fiddling with his claws in his lap.
LOGAN
But,
Victor perked up.
LOGAN
I’d be down to cuddle again if ya want.
This time, Logan was on top, arms wrapped around Victor’s torso, face pressed against his neck, Victor's claws lightly scratching up ‘n down his bare back.
They were down just to their briefs, cozy under the covers with their shared body heat.
And by the smell of it, Logan’s sheets had definitely not been washed.
But Victor’s scent over-top was stronger.
LOGAN
How long you been livin’ here?
CREED
Hooo... Let’s see... Prolly around a month now, huh? I think I first came over here cuz o' the mutie thing, or maybe just to fuck with ya, but that’s kinda hard t’ do when yer never here.
LOGAN
Yeah sorry, ‘m not around much.
CREED
At some point I just figured I’d see how long it’d be till I got kicked out. Gang was a lil’ pissy about havin’ me here at first, but I reckon they stopped givin’ a shit by now.
LOGAN
Mm, lot goin’ on lately...
Logan shifted his head to rest it on Victor’s chest, eyes moving over the state of his room. Everything was still as he left it...at least, he was pretty sure it was.
CREED
Y’know, weirdly actually...kinda...missed ya? Well, missed havin’ ya around I guess, talkin’ to ya. Didn’t really realize it till that whole...thing we did.
Logan could hear Victor flicking his claws together on one of his hands, nervous habit probably.
CREED
Don’t got much people to talk to outside ‘o work, honestly. None of ‘em bein’ the 'heart to heart' type. And it prolly says somethin’ about me that what little friends I got want me dead half th’ time.
LOGAN
Or all th’ time.
Victor poked Logan’s back with a claw, Logan flinching at the pointy feeling.
CREED
Even right now? Really?
LOGAN
Wasn’t necessarily talkin’ about me.
CREED
Aww...
Logan tiredly rubbed his face against the larger mans hairy chest.
LOGAN
‘M kinda in the same boat lately.
CREED
What happened t’ the X-Folks bein’ family?
LOGAN
Dunno, feelin’ like they’re gettin’ kinda tired of me.
CREED
Hm, probably thinkin’ yer seein’ 'em the same way.
LOGAN
Maybe... maybe I’m just old.
CREED
Ditto, youuuu said it...
Victor moved a hand up to Logan's face, softly massaging his thumb against his fuzzy cheek, Logan pushing his face against Victors palm.
LOGAN
Yknow, been wonderin’....
CREED
Mm?
LOGAN
You killin’ Native seemed kinda personal. Th’ fuck was that about?
CREED
Girl didn’t spark any memories?
LOGAN
No, didn’t talk much either. Just mentioned something about us livin’ together I think.
CREED
Oh yeah, that...
LOGAN
What?
CREED
Cabin, right?
LOGAN
Yeah. Kinda reminded me of-
CREED
‘Fox. Yeah, memories started gettin’ weird meshin’ together like that.
LOGAN
Well I don’t got jackshit to work with, enlighten me a bit.
Victor hummed.
CREED
Way I understand it, er, started to understand it lately...ah shit, how do I go about this...
The blond thought for a moment, trying to find the best way to even begin. He’d found out a lot on his own, especially with the connections he’s had over the years, and done a fair bit of remembering.
A lot of which he knew Logan probably wouldn’t believe.
CREED
...A lotta the implants were meant to put us against eachother, y’know. Lot of it ain’t real.
LOGAN
Why?
CREED
Why do ya think, runt? Don’t want us workin’ together.
LOGAN
Don’t think I got any bad one’s o’ Silverfox.
CREED
Cuz ya ain’t exactly a threat if ya teamed up with her. Still, I think she got her fair share of implants towards both o’ us.
LOGAN
Yeah, Native tried to kill me at first, that adds up...
CREED
Mm. Then yer fuck response kicked in, didn’t it?
Logan snorts.
LOGAN
Shuddup.
CREED
That really never kicked in around me?
LOGAN
Nah, must’ve been the implants.
CREED
Fuckin’ better’ve been. Gonna hurt my poor lil’ feelings here, runt.
Victor shifted slightly underneath him.
Logan could smell the others slight arousal.
Just like before, Victor still wasn’t pushing his luck... and Logan felt in the risky mood to test that.
He had him here anyway, and knew Victor wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
Answers could wait for later.
Logan leaned up and began lazily kissing his neck, just soft quick pecks.
Victor sucked in a sharp breath, weakly pushing Logan’s head away.
CREED
Fuck off, runt, yer gonna give me massive blue balls...
Smirking, Logan teased him further, nipping at a pointed ear and dragging his tongue up the side.
Victor blushed, a noise catching his throat.
Times like these Victor wished they couldn’t see in the dark, as he was certain his face was making a fairly goofy expression while he was trying to hold himself back.
This was definitely up there as one of the hardest tests from the universe he’d had to endure.
CREED
I mean it, if ya ain’t gonna-
Logan pulled back.
LOGAN
A’right, a’right, ya just...taste good. Taste familiar.
Victor chuckled softly.
CREED
Right. Yeah.
Logan had his hands on either side of Victor’s head, staring down at him.
Their eyes met in the dark.
Victor raised his eyebrows, giving a glance down at Logan’s lips, then looking back up into his eyes.
It was obvious what he was silently asking for.
But Logan just gave him a smile and kept staring.
Victor tilted his head, Logan cheekily mimicking the motion. They both grinned at the silliness of it.
Then, finally, Logan leaned down and pressed his lips to Victor’s, a clawed hand immediately finding its way into his dark hair.
Yeah. Definitely tastes familiar.
Logan’s tongue licked against Victors, both of them moaning into the kiss as it deepened.
It was slow, passionate, and had Logan mentally taking a moment to come back to his surroundings after it ended.
And in doing so, realized that Victors arousal had started to spread to him as well.
Still wanting to keep true to his word, he made the momentary decision that dry humping with the protection of their briefs probably didn’t count as anything.
Which was a massive relief for Victor, as he was 2 seconds shy of leaving to go desperately jerk himself off in the nearest bathroom.
Logan sat up and shimmied himself lower down Victor’s body, straddling him in a scissoring position and lining up their cocks. He placed his hands onto Victors waist, thumbs digging into his hip bones as he began grinding against him.
Victor’s head fell back into Logan’s pillow as he moaned.
CREED
Yes. Fuck, runt-
Victor gripped Logan’s ass, pressing their pelvises harder together as he ground up into him. His dick felt like it’d been being edged for several years, and in an emotional kind of way, it sorta had been.
Logan tightened his hold on Victors hips in turn, trying to match the friction inducing pace the other was setting, his moans growing higher in pitch.
Their breathing soon began to speed up, growls adding to mix of their desperate sounds.
Victor came first with a loud moan, back arching and claws ripping holes in Logan’s briefs as he did.
Logan finished quickly after,
LOGAN
FUCK- mm- mm....
his hands shaking slightly as they released Victors waist.
Logan let his limbs go loose, exhausted, flopping back down ontop of Victor.
Post orgasm glow flowed through their bodies like a warm shower.
Even though it was only a short-lived sexual experience, it still had a ton of adrenaline awaken in their veins, from all the built up tension that had finally been able to be released... which, naturally, had them both catching their breath for a bit.
........
Logan spoke groggily against his chest.
LOGAN
...I’ll show ya where the laundry is in th’ mornin’.
CREED
I know where yer fuckin’ laundry’s at, man.
LOGAN
Mm, don’t think ya do...
CREED
Shuddup, I’ll do it m’self.
Logan smugly chuckled, wrapping his arms around Victor's chest and giving his cheek a soft kiss, speaking into his ear.
LOGAN
Thanks.
Goddamn, the things Logan’s voice did to him.
CREED
Tch, like you even know where it is.