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He wanted it to happen again, he needed it to happen again.

For the last week Sabretooth had tried to suppress the thought, carrying out his orders like a good hound, always at his Master's beck-and-call, but at the back of his mind a feral, animal instinct told him his place lay elsewhere. He should be with Her. The more he tried to push the thought away, letting his rational mind take charge, the more his animal nature tried to lash out.

Stalking own the alleyway he could smell his prey, the target he'd chosen with the short, brunette hair and the smell of bubblegum in the air around her. He didn't even stop to consider any resemblance the girl might have to another person, only that she felt right to him somehow.

He'd been following her for several minutes from the shadows and rooftops,. clawing his way up the sides of buildings just to keep her in sight. Finally she turned away from the crowd and started to make her way up the steps of an apartment building, shifting her grocery bag under her arm and rattling her keys as she headed for the door.

Once she was in the building Victor had to wait, his quarry out of sight and lost until some sign led him back to her while he waited on the rooftop opposite the building. When she opened the window to her apartment he smelt her on the air in an instant and launched himself through the air, smashing through the glass like a cannonball.

Growling with animal lust her grabbed her by the throat, pinning her to the wall as her scream gurgled in her throat. With a slash of his claws he ripped away her clothes, leaving her bare, naked flesh exposed to him. Her breasts hung heavily from her chest, large pink nipples standing out from the deeply tanned skin, and her hips were wide and full. Even her scent was right as he smelt the aroma wafting up from between her thighs, knowing that she was in heat.

Everything told him she was a prime female, and would bear him strong children, but even as he tossed her down on the floor and took up position behind her, his strong, muscular body arching over hers menacingly, he knew something wasn't right. She wasn't the one he was supposed to be with.

He rubbed his cockhead against her dry cunt for a moment, listening to her sobbing distraught cries as she lay there, exposed and helpless. There was nothing she could do to stop him taking her, and nothing preventing him from burying his seed inside her as he'd done to countless women in the past, whenever his lusts demanded, but again the feeling of wrongness swept over him.

Turning away with a frustrated roar Victor leapt through back out through the window, his claw grabbing the frame and flipping his down onto the street below. There was only one place he could go for satisfaction now, only one woman he should be with.

Arching his back he howled into the night's sky before dropping to al fours and bounding off into the darkness, heading for the Xavier mansion.
 
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As her approached the grounds Sabretooth stopped dead. He knew She was in there, but at the same time he knew that the mansion wasn't his territory. With his instincts waging war inside him, pushing him forward one second and pulling him back a moment later he began to slowly prowl along the perimeter wall.

It was no kind of barrier to him, he knew that, but the Wolverine's scent, along with those of the other mutants, told him to stay away. He growled, his voice bubbling in his throat and fangs bared as he sniffed and pawed at the ground, trying to make a decision which went against his better judgment, and trying not to.

By the time he came to his senses he found himself standing on the cliffside, overlooking the sea, Far below he knew there was a secret hanger, which at this time of night was unlikely to be guarded and with all the jet fuel and munitions stored there would be enough to mask his scent long enough to get what he came for and be gone before anyone knew what was happening.

Leaping over the edge Victor spun his body and snapped out his arm, latching onto a rocky outcrop which crumbled under his grip. Not that it mattered, it had served his purpose, swinging him up into the rock wall where he clung to the sheer surface for a moment, letting his senses guide him. Once he had his bearings he let go of the rocks, letting himself drop until making another grab at the rocks.

Glancing down he could see the shift in the wall, almost imperceptible to anyone not knowing where to look. It was a perfect camouflage to the naked eye, but with the fumes wafting from inside guiding his nose they might as well have hung Christmas lights and lain down a welcome mat for him.

Dropping the short distance onto the ledge he starred at the wall in front of him trying to see a way inside. After a few second, his instincts burning, telling him not to wait, he lost his patience and rammed his fists hard into the metal door. At first it didn't seem like he was having any effect but blow-by-blow the door began to buckle until finally he managed to punch his fist all the way through.

With the metal breached it took only a short time to widen the gap until it was large enough for him to climb through and his first instinct was to just squeeze himself in and damn the consequences. Luckily his rational mind took over long enough for him to carefully fold over the sharp metal edges until the hole was smooth and safe to crawl through without getting hurt.

As he made his way into the hanger he eyed the Blackbird sitting waiting for use for a moment wondering what supplies he might be able to scavenge from inside.
 
Laura woke with a start, her claws slashing at the air in front of her wildly for a moment before realising that there was no-one there. Quickly glancing across the room she sees Kitty lying still fast asleep, so there hasn't been an alert sounded, no assault from Magneto's forces, or anyone else out to get the mutants, the list of whom seemed to grow longer by the day.

It was just a bad dream then, Talon told herself as she rubbed her eyes with both hands, before noticing the mess she'd made of her bed, again. The problem with razor blades in your feet is just how easily they can shred the linen every time you have a bad dream.
Tossing her duvet aside Laura leapt off the bed, landing easily on both feet before stepping towards the door. For a moment she wondered whether she should put on something other that the crop top and panties she'd been sleeping in before shaking her head. The linen cupboard was only just down the hall, and who'd be up at this time of night?

As she pulled the fresh sheets out of the cupboard the scent hit her. Wolverine, with a touch of anger and fear. Dropping the bedding Laura bolted down the corridor, her nose leading her to the elevator and instincts leading her down.
 
As he ripped open the storage compartments inside the Blackbird Sabretooth could smell Wolverine's scent getting stronger and grinned to himself. 'Don't worry, Jimmy boy, I'll deal with you soon enough.' He thought with glee, savouring the opportunity to take on his rival yet again. He'd already found a couple of nice toys which should help even the playing field.

A moment later Victor froze. It was Her, She was here, and close. He felt his pulse quicken as blood began to fill his loins, the scent of her enough to spark his instinct to mate. For a moment he pictured himself fucing his little prize as Wolverine watched and grinned happily, but a second later the picture shifted, WOlverine taking his place on top of Jubilee.

With a roar Sabretooth slammed his fist into the control console beside him, shattering the screen as the glass bit into his knuckles. He didn't even feel the pain and dropping to all fours he leapt down the cargo ramp and out into the hanger. Stopping in the center of the room he slowly turned on the spot, one hand reaching down towards his belt as he scanned for movement, the scent of both his targets filling his senses, telling him they were close.

"Come out to play, Jimmy boy, come see the toys I have for you..."
 
He wanted to strike back, but with Her so close Sabretooth felt conflicted, as though he should be protecting her from his old friend instead of ripping the runt apart. When he saw Jubilee pushed aside he knew he had to finally act and as Logan leapt through the air towards him Victor pulled the emergency flare from his belt and fired it into Wolverine's face.

Blinded and howling with rage as the flames burnt his eyes and the sharp sulphuric tang overwhelmed his senses, Wolverine collapsed onto the floor as Sabretooth easily leapt past him, heading straight for where Jubilee stood gaping at the feral combatants. Taking up a position in front of her Victor growled back over his shoulder. "I'm her now, my love. He won't hurt you again."

On the floor Wolverine waved his claws in the air, unable to sense an attack but expecting Creed to be on top of him at any moment. Finally his flailing arms caught the flare, tossing it aside and clearing the distraction as Logan jumped to his feet. As his healing factor regrew his eyes Wolverine couldn't believe what her was seeing as he watch his nemesis standing in front of his protege.
 
As she stepped out of the elevator Laura could smell the masculinity in the air, recognising Logan's scent mixed in with the others she knew that somewhere down on the lower level he was fighting. For a moment she was confused, the scents so powerful and overwhelming she wasn't able to pinpoint them, and a spicy tang she recognised from her sparring sessions with Wolverine permeated the air, almost washing out all others.

She didn't know what the scent was, but it wasn't coming from Logan. It shared a number of his trademarks, but seemed rougher, and more virile. As she sniffed her way through the tunnels Laura could feel her body reacting to it, her crotch warming with each step. For a moment she stopped, rubbing her head as she tried to clear her senses and regain her focus, but the scent was too powerful.

The bright flash was visible all the way down the corridor, bouncing off the reflective walls as it announced itself all through the level. With Cyclops in the infirmary there was only one place a glow like that could've come from, finally Talon knew where to look for the battle. Quickly snapping out her claws she broke into a run, heading for the hanger.
 
As she rounded the final corner to the hanger Laura could see Wolverine standing there, his claws extended ready to fight. Swinging her own blades up she was ready to join the fray, even with her body on fire from the unfamiliar stench which this close to the hanger seemed to be permeating the very walls.

Just as she was about to pounce Logan suddenly retracted his claws and dropped into a relaxed stance. Confused Laura was about to storm in and demand an explanation when Jubilee came walking past. "A day late and a dollar short again, chica. The fight's over. Our friendly neighborhood Sabretooth might be staying with us for a while."

"Wait, wait," Laura said, hurrying after her as Jubilee headed for the showers. "What the hell's going on... Whoa!" Just then her nose caught up with her and Laura caught the overpowering scent of arousal gushing off of her teammate's body, an not just her own. "What the hell's going on with you?" She demanded, but Jubilee just kept walking.
 
As he stood in the hanger across from Logan Sabretooth sniffed the air, breathing in the last scents of Her as She walked away, For a moment he caught another smell, familiar but different. Turning his attention to the door he saw a young woman moving off after Jubilee, metal claws sliding back into her hands as she went.

Turning back he smiled menacingly at Wolverine, "What's this Jimmy? You got yourself a pet?" He asked with a chuckle, watching his rival for an excuse, any excuse, as his hand slipped back down to his belt. That hadn't been the only flare he'd found on the plane, and that wasn't even the best of the toys he'd acquired.

Something in him didn't feel right though. Normally he wouldn't hesitate to go a round or two against Logan, hell he'd probably go twenty round if given the chance, but now knowing She was so close, it didn't feel right to be starting a fight, not if it risked Her getting caught in the crossfire.

Relaxing, Victor let his claws retract and calmed his body as best he could. Even if he wasn't going to fight right now, his instincts told him he was in the wrong place. This was someone else's territory, not his, and he wasn't welcome.

Smiling over at Logan, a little more friendly than the last time, but only just, he called out to him, "If I'm staying shouldn't I get the guided tour?"
 
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"Family, ehh?" Sabretooth said, a growl gargling in his throat at the thought of another way to get one over his old partner. Before he could even think of anything else He quickly grasped his head as a shooting pain dug into his brain and he heard Xavier's voice.

He got the message, be a good boy, or he'd be brain dead before Logan finished dumping his body in the gutter. Erik had warned Victor all about Xavier's dirty little habits, including the way he'd brainwashed Wolverine into believing he'd chosen to stay at the mansion of his own free will, rather than following the implanted memories forced on him by the man he'd been sent to kill.

When Logan asked about his connection to Jubilee, Victor just shrugged his shoulders and replied. "She's my mate." As though that answered everything. Of all the people he knew Sabretooth thought his old army buddy would be the one most likely to understand what he meant.

Stepping out into the hallway Victor expected Logan to lead him towards the lifts, the same direction Her scent was urging him to go, but instead the runt turned in the opposite direction, heading towards a door marks 'Emergency Exit'. Looking back over his shoulder Logan grinned at him, "We're supposed to be playing nice, so I don't think squeezing us into a small box together would be such a great idea, ehh bub?"

Sabretooth had to agree. Even though he'd promised Jubilee he wouldn't try to rip Logan's head off, just the sent of him even this close was making his claws itch. If they ended up packed together in the elevator he wasn't sure if either of them would survive the trip up to the mansion.

Leading him into the stairwell Logan took hold of the railing and began to slowly climb one step at a time. Vicor looked at him puzzled for a moment. "Why do you do that" He asked, genuinely curious.

"Do what?" Logan said over his shoulder, as he kept walking.

"We both know what you're capable of, but you hold back. You always hold back." Tensing his legs Victor leapt up into the air before grabbing the second floor railing. A second leap and he was rolling onto the third floor landing. Leaning back into the well ha called down, "And that's why you'll never be able to keep up!"

Snarling, not wanting to lose to the challenge, Wolverine flicked his wrists back, popping his claws into position before slamming them into the wall. With a grunt of effort he launched himself into the air twisting his back so that he landing crouched in front of Victor.

"It's called being civilised." He said through grinding fangs, his claws snapping back into his arms. "You might wanna look it up sometime."
 
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Trailing after Jubilee, led as much by her nose as her curiosity at what had just happened Laura didn't even realise they'd entered the locker room until Jubes began to take off her clothes. Turning away, her face turning bright red, Laura tried not to look at her teammate as she peeled off all her clothes and stepped into the shower.

Sliding up outside the cubicle the air was filled with the scent of arousal, as well as a deeper, muskier scent which screamed pure masculinity. Laura couldn't help but feel her body reacting to it, her pulse quickening and nipples hardening inside her crop top.

Reaching up she plucked her fingers at her neckline, adjusting it slightly so the top was more comfortable against her skin. Yes, that was the reason she moved her hand, definitely. It certainly wasn't so she could press her palm against her swollen nipple as she took a deeper breath of her friend's scent and enjoyed the moment.

Snapping to her senses Laura leaned back against the shower door as Jubes started the water flowing. Raising her voice to be heard over the flow Laura called out, "I need to know what happened down there Jubilee. Was that Sabretooth? What's he doing here and why's he not locked up?"
 
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It took a minute for Victor to find his room as he paced down the corridor, his hackles rising telling him he was in the wrong place. Usually he slept in barns and stables, abandoned warehouses and storage sheds and he'd got used to a certain rustic charm in each of his temporary homes. The only time he ever slept in a real bed was on his infrequent visits to Genosha to check in with Erik, but recently even those had been rare occasions after Erik had caught him sniffing around Lorna.

When he finally did find his room he looked back down the corridor, almost the full length of the mansion. "So, keeping me close while staying as far away as you can, Jimmy boy?"

The room was lavish, on par with the state room he was usually afforded in Genosha. THe large bay windows looked out over the sea and the enormous bed had more that enough room for both him and Jubilee to share easily. For a moment Victor caught himself, snarling as he remembered the Jubilee wouldn't be sharing his bed tonight.

'Soon, my love, soon...' He promised her inside his head.

Out of curiosity Victor pulled open the closet and found a walk-in wardrobe stocked with all manner of suits and posh get-ups. By the faded scent hanging around them he'd have guessed they belonged to Beast, but they'd fit him well enough in a pinch. Reaching out for the nearest one he ran his fingers over the soft material with a smirk. THese X-Men were too soft, living in their padded cages while the real work was done by men like him, living in the sewers and cracks in the world.

After simply ripping off his clothes, shredding the rags with his claws as they fell off of his strong, muscular frame, her headed into the bathroom and stepped into the shower. He almost purred as he felt the warm water moistening his fur and began to rub the soap over his wide torso, growling to himself happily.
 
The scent was almost too much for her to bear, Jubilee's arousal mixing with the bold male musk, confusing Laura's instincts in a way she'd only experienced a few times before. Her hands began to move over her body, fingers rubbing and stroking herself over through the thin garments she was wearing.

She didn't care if Jubilee was there, in fact as she took her nipple between her fingers, dragging a nail across it to spark a mixture of pain and pleasure, Laura pictured the girl's lips kissing it, imagined Jubes's teeth biting it. Slowly she let her other hand creep down her body, slipping into her damp panties as she began to carefully trace them around her rapidly warming cunt.

Just then Wolverine burst through the door and Laura jumped back, her face blushing hard at having been caught in such a compromising pose. A moment later she let out a long sigh of relief as she spotted Logan's eyes fixed firmly on the floor. He hadn't seen anything of what she'd been doing.

When he sniffed at the air Laura blushed again, knowing that even with Sabretooth and Jubilee's powerful musk hanging in the room he'd still be able to sense her own arousal too. He didn't say anything, in fact he didn't even look in her direction as he barked out, "Back to bed, Laura. You have class early in the morning and an appointment with me in the danger room for training."

With a wounded glance at Wolverine and a sharp, hateful glare over her shoulder back at Jubilee Talon stomped out of the room, following orders like a good little girl.

It burnt her up inside though, seeing the way Wolverine acted around that girl. Laura was his flesh and blood, almost literally, but he hadn't even thought to comment about the way she was feeling, he hadn't even bothered to ask, instead sending her scuttling away as he turned his attention to his little pet.

Thinking back over what he'd said she realised that she'd have a chance to show him exactly who she was tomorrow, in the Danger Room. With a sinful smile she stepped into the elevator and stabbed her finger on the control.
 
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Laura couldn't get over the smell. So raw, so masculine. She wasn't even sure if it was her reaction to Sabretooth's scent she was reacting too, or the new scent which had been putting off of Jubilee ever since he'd arrived. Either way she couldn't sleep and as the sun rose she lay in her bed staring out the window.

Slowly, almost so slowly she wasn't even sure it was happening at first, her hand slide down under the sheets, gently probing their way over her thigh until they found the damp patch between them. She moaned softly, her eyes fluttering closed, as she felt her fingertip brush back and forth over her growing clit.

Unable to fight it anymore she tossed the sheet back and slid herself around, head falling over the side of the bed as she let her finger work its way up into her steaming cunt. Digging it around, she rubbed her inner walls as her other hand reached down and began to work on her clit with intense determination, unrelenting as she pushed herself closer and closer to her peak.

She only had a moment's warning, a shift in the breeze from the air conditioning unit feeding a whiff of scent to her which somehow managed to cut through the pleasure and stab an ice pick into her brain. Pulling her hands away from herself, quickly licking her juices clean from her fingers, she pulled the sheets up over her legs, hoping Logan wouldn't discover the mess between her legs as she let her head fall back, her eyes squeezed shut, and listened to him enter the room.

"Hey kitten." She could feel her body tensing as he said that stupid nickname, she hated that he thought she was some little, helpless ball of fur which could be tossed aside whenever it suited him. Slowly opening her eyes, trying to make it seem as if she'd only just woken up she smile up at him, or at least she showed him her teeth.

"Sorry to invade your space but I needed to talk to you." And now he wanted to talk, now, of all the times he could've picked. An angry, dark part of her mind suddenly asked, I wonder if he got bored looking for Jubilee and decided to settle for me instead.

"Look, I know I was a little brisk with you last night. I was a little pissed that I had to roll out the welcome mat for Sabretooth of all people." As his fingers stroked her cheek Laura's whole world seemed to spin, her assumptions shifting and changing in front of her eyes. He really does care for me, she suddenly realised, her eyes widening. "See you at breakfast, ok? You gonna need to fuel. Victor is a hell of a fighter and that is what we're both up against."

Victor? We're going to be fighting Sabretooth? For a moment her body didn't know what to do. All at once she felt fearful, excited, angry... even a little aroused. After all the way Jubilee was acting after the one night with the guy, Victor must've shown her something really special. And perhaps, if she was lucky, Laura could get a taste of it too.

Spinning her legs in the air above her she flipped herself out of bed, landing perfectly as she darted into the shower, ripping off her top and panties as she went. We're going to be fighting Sabretooth! She thought with a grin.
 
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With a loud, deep roar Sabretooth yawned, his jaws opening inhumanly wide as he sucked in his first breath of the day. For a moment he was confused as he peered around the room, the shredded mattress and torn sheets on the bed across from him a sign that he hadn't slept well. Looking down he saw the pile of stuffing and linens he'd somehow managed to build for himself and with a smile he climbed off and headed for the bathroom.

A few minutes later he was in the wardrobe, his fur neatly trimmed and nails as clipped as her could get them without impairing their lethality. Carefully moving down the row of suits he pulled out a dark brown one which seemed to compliment his complexion well.

Moving out into the bedroom he tossed his towel aside and sat down naked on the edge of the bed as he pulled Beast's socks onto his feet. They were a surprisingly snug fit, and wide at the toes, just the way he liked it. Just then he heard the light knocking at the door. With a deep breath he knew it was Her.

"Enter!" He growled loudly, his voice echoing around the large room.
 
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As She stood in the doorway Victor could feel himself swelling just at the sight of her, and he could tell from her scent that she felt the same urges too, but rather than acting on them, ripping off her clothes and mounting him straight away, as they both knew she wanted to, she held back nervously. It almost made him want to whine in pity for her, but instead he reached for the expensive suit laid out beside him.

"It's not a mater of being right or wrong, my love," He said in a low tone, far more civilized than she'd ever heard him speak before. The growl was still there, an undercurrent rubble which seemed never to go away, but his words were clipped and precise. "You are my mate, it's as simple as that. Before now we were never in a situation to discover that for ourselves, but now..."

As he spoke Victor pulled a crisp white shirt up over his thick arms, stretching them for a moment to ensure the fit was good before slowly buttoning it up. The last few he had to leave undone, the thick muscles in his neck making it impossible to go any further without choking himself.

"Now we have experienced each other fully, we have tasted each other," He continued, plucking the brown pants off the bed and sliding them up his legs. "Now we know we are meant to be together, forever." He reached down to his crotch, carefully working his hand around his semi-stiff penis, sliding it safely inside before fastening the buttons, covering up his masculinity.

Finally sliding the matching jacket onto his shoulders he turned toward Jubilee with a flourish, showing her the new, respectable Victor Creed. "Well, how do I look?"
 
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Laura knew she was supposed to be training with Logan and the others today but she didn't know when, she also knew that Sabretooth was bunking on the third floor, along the hall from Logan. Deciding it would be best to check with her trainer about the change in schedule she jumped in the elevator and quickly headed up to his room.

As soon as she stepped onto the floor she could smell their guess, his powerful, masculine aroma wafting down the hall. Stopping outside Logan's room Laura knocked lightly on the door, "Wolverine? Are you in there?" She called, waiting several seconds before deciding he probably wasn't.

She was just turning to leave taking another deep breath of that musky scent, when she picked up another smell lingering beneath it, something recent, something familiar. Turning and looking down the corridor Laura took another breath, and knew for certain. Jubilee was up here.

Quickly and quietly she made her way down the hall, padding her feet on the ground lightly to avoid giving herself away as she crept up outside the room which reeked so much of his masculine scent it had to be Sabretooth's. As she slide up beside the ajar door she peered inside, anxious to see what the two lovebirds were upto.
 
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