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It hurt. It always did.
Even after Victor snuggled into his back, kissed his shoulder and licked over the back of his neck. Even after he bit down like biting into prey and clawed his hips like a lion holding a zebra.
Even after he knotted him, Victor didn't stop.
If he were an Alpha, perhaps Logan would say something like 'He cant help it. His rut needed to run it's course'
But Victor wasn't an Alpha.
No.. Victor was just a Beta with hormone issues from his mutation, who more then anything in the world wanted to be his Alpha. That's all. His protector, provider, His mate and life companion. Though there was more to being an Alpha that Victor just didn't get.
Alphas weren't this big scary beast who everyone respected out of fear of their muscles and aggressive -pushy-behavior.
No, Alphas were sweet, kind, took care of their pack. They were gentle with pups and never lost their temper, never hurt their pack- even in a fit of rage.. always willing to stand in front of danger. Ready to lead, The way a father takes his children to the park and packs water and band aids in his bag, rather a warrior ready for war... unless of course the war was skinned knee owies and dehydration.
Logan couldn't blame him for wanting to be an Alpha, but Victor wanted it for all the wrong reasons. Like right now. He wanted Logan to naturally submit to him. To smell his scent and accept his bond mark. To happily take his pups by force.
But that's not what an Alpha is.. no..
Logan hated his Omega body. He wanted to be an alpha maybe even more then Victor, but for the right reasons. He wanted to learn to control his temper. Never lash out at his pack and take care of the pups inside that mansion the best he could. They would get hurt over his dead body and bloody claws.
Honestly he hated his heats and every year was hell. Between the heats, the scent and beta blockers- and don't get him started on the cramps when the heat came..
You only really felt it when you get lost in your sanity. Gettin' through still had it's cost.
Usually he would just fuck some random joe until he couldn't stand up, then go about his business. But now he was older. His slowly aging body finally hitting peak maturity for breeding.
Recently one of his Omega pals had finally found their Alpha. A nice strong one that was just as kind as handsome. They had pups and now she is settling down with a deep purple bite mark. Logan was happy for them.
Unfortunately, it made his own heat incredibly overwhelming. Far too strong. And it was agony. It's been days and he's already went through two different bar hook-ups trying desperately to find release. A soothing sense to numb the pain. But alas, nothing helped. Quietly, your mind slips through your fingers, Slick falling from him, drop by drop.
Logan had a scent so thick that Victor followed it all the way here and tackled him. (Both metaphorically and physically). But maybe he knew Victor would catch the scent and high-tail it over here. What he had left there, a trail for him to follow.
Maybe that's what Logan wanted. He barley could walk from the gaping pain between his hips and yet he decided to come out here, In the woods just a mile or so away from the mansion. Just far enough that the children wouldn't wake to all the fighting and soul shaking roars of their foreplay.
Logan had claimed he was just getting some air, something he does in these woods constantly, But this time he lingered. He scratched trees with his nails going deeper and further, until he caught a whiff of him from the south. He had only been out this far, passed the fencing that kept people like him off school property for a mere 40 minutes.
By the 45th he could hear Victor's steps and breathing, by 50 after he was tackled, and about 15 minutes worth of rage and hormone induced fighting later, Victor was inside of him, clawing to get a good grip like an impatient mongrel in heat.
So here he was. His stupid omega body limp from the teeth sunk into the back of his spine, his waist held up as Victor proceeded to (or at least try) pump pups into him. Perhaps that's why he didn't bother holding it just as tight, letting it dribble down his legs. So that maybe, just maybe, someone like him, with those eyes, would come and hold him near water. Or Christ, Hold him against the knife.
Honestly? It felt damn good. Victor was so thick and he knew all the right places, places other guys barley even brushed- Now pounded like his life depended on it.
It hurt so good. Him trying to press that extra inch in if possible, their hips connected in a way that was inhuman. Victor wanted every drop inside of him. Every mew, every drip of slick, every pant and growl.
Trying to move his body away from his, Victor bites down again, now digging his claws into his waist, slamming him back like it was his birth right to produce himself an heir.
God there was a huge cock inside of him, and Fuck, it hurt...
But with each jerk, the pain in his body soothed. He was so big.. almost too big.. pressing on his guts, dumping everything it had into his stomach. Victor gushing everything he had pent up in his balls into his cervix, making Logan gasp, snarling from the pain and pleasure.
Victor hasn't been this intense, this eager and rough since they were kids. Just dumb teens trying to live the best of their situation. Even if that situation was staying in an "abandoned" cabin and Victor telling him he's the only one that could ever fully satisfy his heats. He'd say some shit like "Us mutants gotta stick together, Jimmy... Now hold still. I'on wann hurtcha. But you'll hurt way more then me if I don't."
Truth to be told, Logan preferred being on top. He preferred mating fellow omegas. There was just something so sweet and cozy about being able to satisfy another omegas heat with his own mutation. Omega's weren't supposed to have knots. It was one of the dozens of reasons he was considered a medical mystery.
Now, don't get me wrong, in the younger days Logan was much less reluctant to bend to Victor's ways, but as they grew up, Logan has become quite fond of fucking all the subclasses in his own special way.
Knotting omegas, breeding Alphas, mating with bottom beta men, but let beta women peg him with their plastic. It never did make sense to him but.. he liked what he liked. And no one could change that. That was Logan's gig.
Most Alphas nowadays were too afraid to let an Omega fuck them, but Victor never really minded. As long as he got off, which he always did- one way or another.
Victor was more of an Alpha then most Alphas because he let an Omega, Logan fuck him all the time. Anytime, anywhere, except when Logan went into heat, in which case Victor always bred him into the mattress or forest floor- like now. That is possibly the only true alpha thing about him. He was not a selfish mate. Not to Logan, At least. Though he couldn't say the same about human women.
It made Logan want to puke. But it also made him want to yowl like a street cat. To present his ass up a little more... arch his back and sob out to him.. but he wasn't sure "More!" Or "Stop!"
Or maybe his name.. yeah maybe. But that was the hormones talking.
Logan's head swirls as he feels a build rising up within him. Oh shit- no.. he can't cum again. He just came less then 5 minutes ago. What was that be? What? Twice in 5 minutes? Didn't Victor just cum? How was he getting off again so quickly? It was enough to leave Logan breathless, his body shoved forward each hard thrust.
With each slap of his balls against his ass, Logan can feel them refilling, twitching and becoming tighter, ready to cum again before his knot even let loose.
Groaning deep in his chest, Victor jerks his hips up a little too hard, causing Logan to cry out a loud hiss, only to trail off with a moan.
Victor finally gives way, moving his claws to the ground, tearing at the foliage by the fistful as he cums again. Now overstimulated, he snarls at Logan as if it's his fault.
Logan yelps, Throwing his head back, claws popping as he turns to snap at him but instead he's put his place. A Large paw slams itself onto his shoulder, keeping him down as he pumps yet another litter into him, his own balls pulsating.
Growling, Logan barley can move, beginning to feel that weak omega drop come through his veins. He snarls at no one in particular, angry at his body, Victor, and himself as tears prick his eyes.
No! Not yet. He didn't want to slip. He didn't want to give up and submit. He still had time. If only he wasn't double knotted. He'd run off. Run back to the mansion and hide the fact he just met an old friend for a nasty hook up under the moon.
Logan was ashamed. And he knew if he dropped, He'd have double the chances of being fully bred- He didn't trust Victor not too. He'd be royally FUCKED.
If he could just get Victor away from him, he could hurry home like a house cat with his tail between his legs in order to quickly wash the cum out of him. He'd have to be quick, get away before he started getting all sappy on him and Victor held him there all night..
Not like Victor could knock him up anyway, something about Logan's mutation rejecting Beta sperm? But victor sure did still try his damnedest. The thought scared him though. Having the responsibility of a pup.. people try to hurt the mansion kids all the time and if someone tried to take his pup.. to hurt them or keep them like an exotic pet in a cage or maybe experiment on, he'd loose it.
Not only that but a pregnant Omega would be a burden to the team..what use was he in the mansion if he couldn't do anything to protect and serve? Not only that but having a pup without a bond mark? ... what would Charles think? He would be so disappointed in him.. maybe they'd even throw him out. And then what? He'd be a mate-less mutant with a pup on the streets.. He didn't want that. Not at all..
And to make matters worse it would be from Victor of all people! Absolutely not! Not in a million years! Logan didn't need an alpha! ...and Victor wasn't his Alpha. He sure as fuck wasn't his Omega either... but he was sweet to so him..
So strong.. so warm.. he was kind to him.. gentle and never treated him like any less.. Victor wanted nothing more to take care of him.. God and those hands.. they were so big.. and felt so good wrapped around him like this.
Victor licked behind his ears and kissed his tears away when he dropped. Every time. No matter where or when. He'd kiss him oh so sweetly as if he genuinely loved him- and then the next day they would go back to fighting like last night they weren't swapping saliva and sweet nothings.
Logan loved that part. Sure, Victor would make "last night" quips but he didn't see him as weak because of his heats. He didn't see him as a delicate flower needing saved or preserved. Victor would probably be the last person to touch him tonight. And the first to stab him in the morning.
But if he came walking into the kitchen smelling and looking like he just rolled around in leaves, His pac- I mean- Team... Would know what happened.. and he really didn't want any smack from Scott. Especially Scott.. he was always treating him differently..
If it came between Scott and Victor? Victor was more of an Alpha Scott would ever be...but.. maybe he's biased at the moment-
Starting to let the tears fall, Logan whimpers, trying to tug away from Victor. It was only natural but he held him close, Whispering to him.
"Hey-.. stop that. Your gonna hurt yourself, Runt.. stay still idiot.. I got you.. I wont let anyone hurt you or touch you... swear."
But Logan still squirmed, tugging against the knot.
Victor jolts, Yelping before he hissed. "Hey! I said hold still! Whats your problem anyway? I did what you like. And this time you're staying here. You're going to have my pups.. at least one of them. Okay? You ain' gotta keep'em. I will. I'll raise our hellion. You just hold still. It's hard work pinnin' ya down, yaknow... Don't go runnin' away and ruinin' it." He says to him, practically laying on top of him as he spoke.
As if panicking at the idea of Victors pups actually taking this time, Logan whimpered louder, Turning to look at him with fear and worry.
"Ooh.. there there.. quit yer cryin.....we both know it aint gon happen...." Victor mumbles, almost defeated as he wipes his tears with a finger, claw curled inward to not scratch him. "Nice to pretend tho...I'll let you go back to your prissy mansion... don worry, Runt.." he reassured him, licking over the bruises and bite marks that were healing over on his neck.
"Been tryin' years to give you a pup, Logan." He says. Calm and serious as he nuzzles his face against Logan's cheek from behind.
Logan blinks, staring at him as the tears stop, the second wave of hormones beginning. No turning back now. Though.. part of him was grateful to be called his name and not some pet name.. for once.
"I'on know if my guys just hate your guys or if your guys don't like my guys, but clearly.. somethin aint workin, doll."
Aanndd he ruined it.. still though.. Logan stopped struggling, body turning to mush as he relaxed. And so did his heart, laying his head down on some soft leaves. He wouldn't be able to get away this time.. Victor got what he wanted all these years.
"Well would ta lookie there... Big bad Wolverine.. Submittin ta me? Must be Christmas or somethin"
For the following 10 minutes, Victor cooed at him, licking his ears, nibbling on them, purring and holding him close. If Logan thought Victor was a sap, he'd say this was Victor's favorite part. When he was all layed out and numb- now that the aching pain went away that is.
The way he was so kind to him during these moments made Logan hate him. Why did Victor have to be the way he was? Why did he have to be so aggressive and on the wrong team? Why did they always have to swing for the opposing teams? Especially when they do so good together.
Even more so how amazing this knot felt. Logan wasn't sure why, but he tensed as Victor pulled out, leaving a sticky trail behind his twitching tip as he popped out. For good measure, he entered him a second time, only to slowly pull out again, popping once more.
Logan moans, a low pleasurable mew.
"Jeez, Jimmy... you're already tryin ta tighten back up, huh?" Victor teases. But he was right. The second that knot was out of him, his body was already trying to heal.
Then it hit him. The cold wind blows enough for him to shiver, puckering up. But there it was. That heinous feeling low in his stomach. The pain. The soreness wasn't what he was referring too, rather the empty cavern that had just been built into him.
Victor, being Victor, Rolled him over, propping up his bottom so that gravity might actually help Logan take. To give him that pup he's always wanted. His hands were so gentle despite the rough paw pads and claws at the end of each finger. So cautious not to nick him as he held his knees up.
Whimpering, Logan grabs up at his mane, gripping this part of his tattered fur as if trying to drag him down, his own nails piercing the fur as he tugs.
"What?.. Whadda want?" Victor questions, leaning down for him, not expecting to be given a sloppy open mouthed kiss with drool and his tongue flicking over his canines.
Now.. when they were young themselves, they'd kiss all the time during Logan's heats. Constantly infact. Logan loved it.
But this is the first time Logan has initiated a kiss in two decades.
The surprise in Victors eyes shine bright. Closing them, he leans in closer, kissing him with his head against the ground. Licking all the insides of Logan's mouth as if he was checking for scraps of meat, Victor's chest grumbled lowly, possessively claiming this region as his once again. Somewhere that was once his many moons ago.
Logan closes his eyes, letting his head lull back as he whines louder this time, trying to wrap his legs around him, but his abdomen was too big to actually get a good grip.
This was the only problem about their sizes. Victor either had to thrust up quite a bit to actually hit any good spots or lay his entire chest on Logan's back, making it difficult to claim him, but able to fuck him as deep as possible.
This might also be why Logan has never been able to take. It's too difficult to bite that special spot and pump into his cervix properly. While you don't need to bite, it sure does help send the signals to the body of 'Hey- were getting pregnant.' Instead of just a normal mating session.
For a good 2 minutes, the two stay locked, lips and teeth, constantly passing notes back and forth with their tongues in each others cheeks. Their breath traveled back and forth for awhile here, Logan would give a whine from frustration, Victor would growl into the kiss, declaring Logan his, Logan lets out a whimper of desperation, Victor grunts at him, hands still pining him.
When they were cubs, these types of snogging sessions would last for hours, but now they pull away, Gasping and panting, Logan's chest heaving as he stared up at him with such soft eyes.
Honestly, Victor wasn't ashamed to brag that Logan was who taught him how to kiss. Logan however would rather not admit it to folks he actually enjoyed the company of.
They we're born at night, and spent so much of their lives in it. Just clawing through the dark, trying to survive, to get this far. Meeting up only after the sun went down, showing each other affection only when the moon was out.
That was the hardest part.
Knowing that, after everything, Thats who they are. Thats who they've always been.
Victor frowns, knowing this all too well. They spent their entire lives, You and I, burning, taking out our steam on one another. Trying so desperately to chase their own, scratch that, Someone else's dreams..
How can somethin' not theirs be so much heavier but so much less than what it seems? Everything they sacrificed. Everything they fought for, all that time they spent together. And yet, All that time.. to still just be somethin' undefined...
This is where the purring started. And you won't believe who started it.
Logan was known to purr after- sometimes even during- a good fuck but he hasn't purred for Victor in years. Not ever since 5 years ago down south, when he tracked him down under a bridge and fucked him on the bank. Logan had given him a little taste of a purr before running to wash himself out in that there stream.
Funny how that worked out. Always so eager to clean himself.. but not now. No, now, with no fresh water for at least another 5 miles north, Logan wasn't trying to run.. Even with his knot out, If anything it was clear he wanted to stay with him.. stay.. period.
But Victor knew this was only temporary.
That's who they were.
Tomorrow, when Logan awoke, they'd fight again and Logan would scurry off to the mansion gates.. tell his friends he was ambushed, attacked, trapped, any lie he could so they wouldn't suspect that earlier that night he was happily underneath of him. It's just who they are.
"Victor.." Logan purrs his name like fresh silk cream drooping off his tongue like angelic drool.
"Give me a pup."
Nuzzling up to him, and rubbing his head under Victors jaw, Logan purrs loudly.
Victor's surprise, content-ness and pure joy quickly turned into guilt.
Call it what you want. Alpha mentality, Post nut clarity, or his Moral compass maturing over the years, But Victor lets go. He sits up, tilting his head.
"Jee, cupcake.. you uh.. you can't be saying those things.. I'll start believin'em... And then I'll be have no choice but ta give ya a lil hellion of our own." He says, trying to sound serious, like he didn't have a heat drunk omega in front of him.
But Logan whimpers, Rolling around in the leaves, going as far as spreading his legs wide open, pouting.
"Please.. Please-"
Laying in front of him was everything he's ever wanted, his runt submissively laid out, still oozing with his cum, soak and wet, slick pouring from between his legs. He was utterly begging for it, giving him those big water color, ocean blue eyes, shifting to present himself to him, everything he's craved. Right here on a silver platter.. with his name on it.
For a moment, Victor is leaned forward, not aware he was panting like a dog, sniffing at the scalding hot, tight heat in front of him, borderline hypnotized by his scent alone.
It was enough to make a grown man whimper like a stray mutt in a rut. This is until he snapped out of it, shaking his head.
"No- I.. You don't want a pup..not with me anyway.." Victor mutters, trying to stay strong.
Logan only pouts further, beads of sweat starting on his body as he pants, that ache slowly creeping up on him again.
"Please.. Please, Victor.. It's too hot ..Give it to me, Vic.. Please.""
The big cat mutant frowns, trying to think. He could carry Logan to the pond up north. But that was a whole 5 miles away.. or... he could breed him again.. sink his thick veiny cock back into him.. satisfy Logan's heat for good by stuffing him with the entirety of his balls. That would stop the hurt right? Stop the pain, and cool him down?
Omegas could overheat extremely easily while in heat.. that's why it was called a heat. It was their Alphas job to keep them fed, hydrated, cool and pain free.
But Logan wasn't his Omega and he wasn't an Alpha.. or was he...?