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Author's Chapter Notes:
what am I doing up this late when I'm
supposed to get up early? I should be in bed ... anyway. Mucho thanx
to SkyBlueRae for the beta =) Mistakes left are mine not hers (or
maybe I can blame the bunny I just slaughtered....).
Also, thanx for the fb on prev chapters =) *offers home made chocolate
cake*
I stumbled as I felt a hand grip my ankle.

"What are you doing?!" I bit off and glared at Victor.

He was sprawled on the rug in nothing but a towel to make
him...decent. I could've sworn he'd been asleep less than ten seconds
ago, but he appeared to be wide awake and studying me intently through
narrow eyes.

"What's that smell?" he hissed, voice low and a tad amused.

"What are you talking about?" I said and felt my cheeks grow hot. The
man had absolutely no shame - whatsoever.

Victor's eyes roamed all over me, and then he gave a low pitched
laugh. "I know it from somewhere ..."

"Stop, just STOP it!"

"Oh yeah ... now I got it ... roast chicken," he said and slowly
licked his lips in a provocative way, not taking his eyes off me.

What a fuckin' bastard! He was playing me right into his hands. Or
maybe he'd been referring to the sex all along. I wanted to grind my
teeth to dust…then take a cold shower.

"Yes we're having roast chicken for dinner but I can't, for the life
of me, imagine you being hungry," I retorted sweetly and jerked my
ankle free.

Victor yawned and stretched his upper body. "But I am, since I only
had a snack earlier. It takes a lot more than that to fill me up ...
little Rogue," he said tauntingly. He was on his feet in one very
catlike, smooth motion. "So where's the runt?"

I suppressed the urge to slap him, knowing that violent behavior would
only please him and piss me off even more because of that. If Victor
detected something then it didn't show on his face. He seemed to be
feeling better considering the circumstances; the wound had started to
heal and the gouges too. The fact that I'd nearly drained him after
we'd had sex also seemed to be wearing off. Slowly but inevitable. I
had to turn my back to keep him from noticing my reaction. I didn't
want to think about the two of us fucking while I was standing right
in front of him.

"Look at me," he hissed angrily.

Logan had that same tone in his voice when he saw the need for it.
Demanding. I gasped as I turned around only to find Victor about two
inches away, and with that cunning wicked look in his eye.

"I'll be having dessert later," he said in a slow drawl.

"Logan's in the kitchen," was my feeble reply and all I could manage
as a response.

Victor only gave me the predatory smirk; his gaze lingering on me a
little bit longer than I was comfortable with. Not that I felt at ease
having him look at me in any way, especially not now. Without asking
he leaned into me and ran that tongue of his across my neck and up my
cheek.

"Don't forget that dessert," he said amusedly and left the room.

***

"… seems to be healing," Victor muttered and poked at the wound as I
came into the kitchen. He was still dressed in a towel, no doubt
wearing it for my benefit. I couldn't help but admire his body.

Logan was puffing on a Cuban, leaning forward to study the injury.

"Yeah and looks more like it should, but still not healin'at the usual
speed. Hopefully the poison won't cause permanent damage," he mumbled
and put the cigar between his teeth.

"It could be enough to kill someone like me. Or you," Victor said coolly.

"Yeah … unless you just happen to escape …"

Victor's eyes narrowed. "You implying there's something I don't know?"

"Are you?" Logan retorted mockingly and folded his arms across his chest.

"Listen runt; think whatever the hell you want, but you know" – he
poked Logan in the chest – "I'm in the dark just as much as you are."

Logan glared at Victor and took a deep drag on the cigar. I knew he
was torn about it all; part of him wanted to throw Victor out because
he didn't buy the explanation he'd been given, and the other part
acted like a vigilant creature just because of what Victor had said.
And that his words were true. I just had to wonder if there was a
difference to the explanation being true, or just that Victor in his
own twisted way believed it was. If he was lying, did he do it on
purpose? And if so, could Logan tell? I certainly wasn't able to.

"Then what the fuck do they want with me?" He kept cursing under his
breath while pacing the room back and forth.

Victor studied his claws; unsheathing and retracting them. The
clicking noise was so nerve-wracking, I was sure Logan was going lose
it at any second and beat the shit out of him.

"Maybe they want to recruit you," Victor suggested and shot me a sly
glance.

Logan snorted angrily. "That ain't gonna happen," he stated. "End of
discussion."

There was a moment of silence where Logan and Victor just scowled at
each other. After a while, Victor turned his back. I knew without
looking that Logan was arrogantly pleased; the Wolverine utterly
satiated. To lower the eyes or look away – that was an animal's
equivalent of admitting defeat. But while Victor may have given Logan
the upper hand this time, I had a feeling that it was only a temporary
submission.

Logan cracked his neck and flexed his muscles like he was in a cage
fight. He was pleased alright. Turning quickly, he roughly grabbed my
neck and crushed his mouth to mine. The kiss was deep and brutal.
Demanding.

"Don't forget you belong to me darlin'," he whispered gruffly into my
ear and let his hand slide down my back.

To prove yet another point, to me this time, he swatted my ass hard
enough to make me gasp. I noticed Victor glancing over his shoulder,
peaking through that tangled mass of blonde hair. I didn't need any
enhanced hearing or heightened sense of smell to know he enjoyed it
all. He fed off our sexual energy.

Logan didn't mind in the least, doing what he did in front of Victor.
Among the images I'd received from him were some that suggested they'd
been involved in sexual power struggles before; with a woman or two
caught in-between. Despite his dominant behavior, Logan got a thrill
out of the competition. Making Victor jealous just because he could,
and just because Victor wanted me, was an aphrodisiac…and it was
something that seemed to work both ways. It all worked to raise the
level of sexual energy, notch by titillating notch, the longer we
remained in each other's presence.

"I'm all yours, sugar, you know that. Have been since Laughlin City,"
I murmured and nipped at his neck.

"But you enjoyed being fucked by him," Logan growled into my ear and
pressed me against him. "Didn't you?"

"Would you believe me if I said no?"

"What I believe, darlin', is that you want it all. Just be careful
what you wish for."

"I'll try …"

Yeah, easier said than done. If things got out of hand I could always
ask Logan for some healing. That thought hinted at things that made me
blush and I felt that sweet, heavy sensation building between my
thighs. Of course Logan noticed – goddamn perceptive bastard. His
facial expression turned smug, his eyes dark and intense.

"We need to eat darlin'… but damn, you're making me thirsty," he said
teasingly.

Over Logan's shoulder I caught Victor studying us; he lay sprawled on
the rug again, flaunting his body. As our eyes locked he began
stroking himself through the towel. I felt like my body was going to
catch fire.

A drink. Yes. I definitely needed a drink. Fast!

Logan grabbed my chin, bringing it back towards him.

"Creed, go put some fuckin' clothes on or I'm gonna let you starve -
and I know you ain't gonna like that. Not with an appetite like
yours," he said and gave me a crooked, almost devious smile.

Victor just laughed; a low pitched, rich sound that slid across my
skin like burning oil. Except for their looks, the two of them
could've been brothers; jealous and territorial, possessive and
dominant, neither one willing to back down.

This was gonna get out of hand if I didn't … didn't…didn't what? Have
a drink? Two drinks? A freakin' bottle? Fuck! Both Logan and Victor
were just waiting for an opportunity to throw themselves at me. That's
the signal I was getting from Victor since he showed up, and now from
Logan too.

From the corner of my vision I watched as Victor got to his feet,
unwrapped the towel – the son of a bitch was enjoying himself royally
– then put his clothes on.

"There. Pleased now, Wolverine?" he said lazily and flashed his fangs.
Oh, he was pleased if no one else was. But I was…and I hated to admit
it. Logan was just pleased that I wanted to fuck.

But dinner first.

***

Victor's black gaze followed me as I went in and out of the kitchen.
His eyes were plastered to my body, trailing me around the room,
watching me and every move I made. I finally returned with glasses and
beer. And liquor. Lots of it.

I hadn't heard Victor move as I suddenly found him standing right
behind me with an awkwardly blank facial expression. It was scary as
hell and I realized I was holding my breath, waiting for … something.

"I know what you want," he hissed in a low voice.

"Oh you do, do you?" I retorted and took a couple of steps backwards
only to find myself trapped between the wall and Victor.

He gave me a sly grin, retracted the claws and reached under the hem
of my dress. I wasn't wearing any panties, which seemed to please him
immensely. I couldn't hold back the gasp in my throat as he slid his
fingers between my thighs and brushed my clit. I wanted to press my
legs together. I did just the opposite; allowing Victor access,
encouraging him to continue, wanting him to simultaneously slip his
fingers inside me.

"I told you I knew … It doesn't take much to make you wet little
Rogue," he murmured and slowly licked each finger clean. "Tasty pussy …"

Without thinking, I slapped him as hard I could. Surprise showed on
Victor's face but it quickly turned into something else. Eagerness.
Smug delight.

I wanted to slap him again but he seized my wrist in a bone crushing
grip before I even had the chance.

"Don't do that again," he said tauntingly and guided my hand to his
crotch. "I've run out of patience little girl. I'm gonna have you
begging me to go easy on you. I'll have you begging me just to fuck
you and nothing more."

"But …" was all I managed to say; his words combined with forcing me
to rub his cock through his leather pants was making me speechless.
Who the hell does he think he is?!

"Now…tell me what you want."

"No …" I mumbled, my voice sounding strained like I was short of
breath, and I was. After playing their game, I was having trouble
focusing on anything but what I wanted.

"Fuckin' tell me what you want from me!" he growled and brushed the
claws over my nipples, immediately making them hard.

I shook my head, refusing to take the bait, lips pressed tightly together.

"Tell. Me. Woman."

And I did.

Victor leaned into me. "I'm gonna hold you to your word … all of it …
whenever I feel like it - and you won't deny me," he whispered against
my ear and released me.

I wanted to disappear off the face of the earth. Instead, I made
myself scarce and fled to the kitchen. I felt Victor's eyes undressing
me as I left him standing there. Damn him and his arrogantly satiated
grin.
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