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The girls scrutinized Stryker viciously, curious as to what he meant by ‘we’ and being aware of what they’d been through. How much did the old fuck actually know? Waverly sensed the second Sabertooth’s mood and body shifted. He came forward, around Stryker, he boldly stalked toward the girls, vicious menace oozing off him, the ripple of uncertainty from his team members made both girls instantly wary.
Willow had shifted closer to Fred, her smaller hand in his, she wanted her pet close when the chaos started, wanted to keep him permanently… even if Waverly said no. Willow might defy her in this alone. She had enough toxin built up in her lungs to take out the lot closest to them. Including the other mutants.
Sabertooth didn’t stop. Not even when his boss demanded he fall back. His eyes were locked with Waverly his hands hung at his side. With her mutation pushing her sense to their limits and beyond she heard the whisper of a blade before the kiss of steel had a chance to taste her skin.
She was gathered in Sabertooth’s freakishly comfortable hold, inside the swell of his floor length trench coat, the coppery hot tang of blood filled her nose, it wasn’t hers, it was his, the feral.
Wade chuckled calling himself a good boy and doing a weird little dance. “I knew it! I knew IT!” His voice lilted like he was singing, he pulled the blade out and shook off Sabertooth’s blood cackling as he twirled like a twisted ballerina toward the rest of his comrades. “Mr Kitten wants to play house with the new kids!”
Willow had been covered in Fred’s body wrapped up tight, crushed to his body and she wasn’t sure if he’d broken her sister’s hold or if Waverly had made him protect her with his body. The deep bellow of the human male in charge garnered everyone’s attention, Wade still preening like a pageant contestant pushed himself between Dream Dust and Bolt, kissing both of them and cackling when the lovers both rolled their eyes.
“What the hell was that Wilson!?” Stryker knew exactly what that was. He’d ordered it before the girls had come around, he’d not known when they’d wake or how but he was no fool he’d seen the way both Dukes and Sabertooth had reacted to the girls presence, he wasn’t about to let things go untested.
Instead of answering Wade had broken into a childish bout of singing “Sabertooth and Nakey tits sitting in a treeee K.I.S.S.I.N.G!!” He kept going till Bolt zapped him after a gesture from Stryker.
His scent was making her mouth water and Waverly didn’t like that one bit. She didn’t do shit like this. She didn’t just roll over and beg for a cock. She supposed she could use him for when things inevitably went to shit with this group.
Willow was running her hands along Fred’s heavy, solid body, he was seriously giving her a white knight complex, heat and strength poured from every inch of him, and all of it was wrapped intrinsically in a overload of kindhearted genuine tenderness.
Wade had begun rambling about something or other again and got another zap for it. Stryker cleared his throat and offered the sisters clothing and food, and a tour as well as a place to rest. As Stryker was making his offers Sabertooth had taken his large, thick trench coat off and draped it over Waverly’s petite shoulders, frowning when the girl yelped and hit the floor.
“Sweet merciful fuck are there bricks in the pockets!?” The blue haired teen hadn’t been prepared for the sheer weight and length of the garment, and with all that she and her sister had been through she simply buckled under it.
Willow watched Sabertooth silently remove the monstrous coat, silence surrounding him as he lifted Wave and put her back on her feet, more shockingly her sister allowed the contact. Interesting. Tilting her face up she grinned toward Fred and thrilled when he in turn broke into a loving adoration filled smile.
“Pick me up”
“Anything you want gorgeous”
Fred reached down lifting Willow with great ease and placing her on his left shoulder, he adored her little amused sigh, he could tell she was impressed by his muscles.
Sabertooth kept himself from touching his twin more then she wanted, he didn’t want to hear it from his teammates, nor from Stryker. He wasn’t going soft, but this female was his. They wouldn’t be taking her away from him.
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After all was said and done the siblings were extremely agreeable once informed that they’d be getting paid, their meals would be free and they could pick there private quarters. When they were handed their dogs tags the girls giggled and jumped around each other flipping them around and showing them off to the other.
Their codes names Vixen and Viper stamped deeply in the metal, amused them both greatly. The weapons they were given and that they were allowed to choose their outfits had them both dressing for ease of movement over protection.
Willow now known as Viper in homage to her hemotoxin mutation which also made her immune to poisons of any sort had cargo pants with straps around her soft stomach and her upper arms, wrists and ankles, she has empty dispersers she could easily fill and launch in to groups, daggers and steel needles, her top consisted of a black waterproof half top that she altered to cinch under her breast.
Waverly dubbed Vixen for her control of others, went for a skin tight difficult to remove body suit, made of leather and kevlar fusion material, loose cargo pants and a off the shoulders top on top of that. Both girls pulled their thick and wild island girl hair back into hair ties given to them by Gigi.
Once the girls were changed and stepped out of Gigi’s room they were immediately met with Sabertooth and Fred Dukes. With a dopey lovesick grin Fred knelt down and lifted Willow, delicately placing her back on his shoulder, nuzzling her hand as she combed her fingers through his hair.
The humans milling about gawked in awe to see the way both hulking males so easily attached themselves to the petite terror twins. A fair few of them had been witness to the gore pile that was left in the gynecological exam room. A few took notes as the group made their way to Styker’s office.
“Ah ladies so glad to see you dressed. Now we should discuss money” He passed the siblings a stack of papers for them to go over, as he watched them read he noticed their hands Willow and Waverly’s left hands, they were facing each other as they read the identical papers their fingers flew well with in each others line of sight, now and then the girls giggled or made sounds as if they were talking using their hands. He’d heard of sign language but had never learned it himself.
“Girl’s secret conversations are a bit rude” He admonished, clucking his tongue, he scowled when the pair didn’t even look up at him but both flipped him the bird in unison, going back to reading and moving there fingers.
Fred worried Stryker would become angry with his little spitfire and her sister if they kept acting so, but he in turn didn’t want either girl upset with him for scolding them. Sabertooth chuckled at the sisters actions, their defiance amused him.
Waverly sat up and snatched a pen marking her and Waverly’s papers. “Three extra zero’s there and we are in. Otherwise we can kill everyone and peace out.”
Finally after arguing with their new boss over payments and what exactly they were allowed to do the girls left the offices arm in arm laughing and praising each other. “You know there’s going to be lash back from the clients we had over Rome and what not” Waverly led Willow around the compound, looking into every room and hidden place, most they weren’t actually allowed inside but neither girl followed any rules but their own.
They discussed who in their small circle of contacts would be willing to take care of Rome for them since bigger and better had come up for them, they still wanted to get paid for that and get all the credit. Who did they know, a person that easily bent to their whims and was to scared to lash back at them.
Stopping dead they turned to each other. “We can just make Jonas do it.” They spoke in unison, their voices harmonizing as they shouted it. Jonas was a former partner for a one off mission that had a Twin fetish and had fallen head over heels for the girls, they could make him do anything if he thought it meant having his perverted wish granted.
“If we lie and say he can play with us then we can get him to do the job, the money and clout will be ours once the clients hear of the “tragedy” IT WILL BE EPIC!” Willow shouted shaking her calmer sister.
Waverly agreed with a sneering grin and the sisters went about getting a phone to make their call.
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For weeks now Waverly had been playing literal cat and mouse with Sabertooth, giving him flirtatious smiles then ignoring him, out shining him in situations where they were made to spar, working him up because it truly entertained her more then blowing things up or the hot spray of blood from a sliced artery.
Making him break bones to reach her, tear muscles and tendons, he bled for her on the regular, violent and vicious he chased her, and she thrilled to it. He was gorgeous in his bestial approach to things. For funsies she let Wade be extremely close to her more often then not, and seeing as Wade was Wade the maniac mercenary had no qualms in going that extra mile to help Waverly piss off Saber.
Day in and day out the two were practically joined at the hip, eating together and relaxing or training, Wade actually found it beyond endearing to teach the calmer more collected sister to work a sword, she paid disturbingly close attention to detail and learned quickly, plus she seemed to have no qualms about how often, much and fast he spoke.
Waverly didn’t mind it in the least, to her he was like a penis version of her sister, her sister who was mostly leading Dukes around by his nose, and it wasn’t as if her close proximity to Wade didn’t have the added benefit of pissing of Sabertooth