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fairys-dream · 3 months

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"Logan and Creed escape, and talk about their happily-ever-after…"

its done. im moving on to other things. wow....1st fanfic complete.....after what? 3 months? goddamn i need to practice this shit. i have soooo many more i wanna write v_v;

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Leaving no room for risk, they rushed out to where Creed’s truck was parked.

Creed and Silverfox were the only members allowed vehicles. Silverfox being less cared for by the program, and Creed obviously not having a reason to leave as long as they kept paying him and ignored his…violent ‘mishaps’.

Creed opted for hiding out in one of his more casual homes, about a 3 hour drive out, which just so happened to be an old hunting lodge in the woods.

3 hours of listening to various homemade cassette playlists in Creed's stereo, 3 hours of Logan having an iron grip on Creed's hand as he fought off his inner paranoia that they were already being trailed, and 3 hours of Creed hoping he was making the right move.

The combined stress in the air faded as they drove up a discrete rocky driveway, Logan smiling at the sight of the lodge coming into view, illuminated by the truck's headlights.

“This actually yer’s or are we trespassin’ on some poor guy's shack?”

“It’s mine, didn’t kill nobody fer it either. Didn’t wanna give away the location of any of my good places so soon.”

They got out of the truck, Logan following Creed as he went to unlock the front door.

“An’ I prefer to keep my work an’ home separate. They’ll be on our tail soon, but since their best tracker ain’t around to help, I reckon that’ll give us some time.”

Logan smirked.

“Ya sure ‘ya didn’t pick this place cuz of me?”

Creed paused.

“...Was just the closest.”

…

Sniff sniff-

“ Partly cuz of you. I ain’t lyin’ though, it is the closest.”

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Inside, it was clear the lodge was meant for one person.

The living room and kitchen were conjoined, the other 2 rooms being the bedroom and bathroom. Furniture was the bare minimum; couch, coffee table, television, a couple shelves. The walls had a couple posters, and several sets of antlers (presumably hunted by Creed's own hand).

Logan sat down on the couch as Creed started looking through the cupboards in the kitchen.

“Fuck, haven’t stocked up here in awhile…you good with beef soup?”

“Mm, sure. I’ll eat whatever.”

“‘Kay, comin’ up.”

Creed lit the stove and emptied the cans into two pots, leaving them to heat up as he went to join Logan on the couch.

A large arm wrapped around the smaller feral’s waist, pulling him flush against Creed’s side, Creed’s head laying atop his.

The blonde nuzzled his face against Logan’s mess of dark hair, breathing in deep.

“Yer hair always smells so good …nice an’ soft too…”

Logan chuckled.

“Were ‘ya always this affectionate an’ cuddly?”

Creed continued rubbing his face against the top of the other's head, beginning to purr.

“Ya make me like this. Make me soft . Yer a dangerous guy t’ be around.”

“Yeah, I bet I’m a real threat to yer tough psychopath reputation, bub.”

Logan reached a hand up to scratch Creed's cheek, Creed leaning into the touch.

“What’ll they think when they find out the scariest soldier in the force likes t’ purr like a big ol’ kittycat? ”

“Ain’t doin’ nothin’. This cat’ll kill ‘em ‘fore the thought leaves their mouth.”

“Hm, cute. ”

Creed gave a sharp nip to Logan’s fingers, snickering as the other flinched and pulled his hand away.

As Logan traced over the bite mark with his non-bitten fingers, he felt his mind slightly sober up from being lost in this whole…Creed thing.

He felt something , he just didn’t know why. Only a couple of days ago he was dead set on Silverfox, where’d all this suddenly emerge from?

And why did he already know it?

“...hmm…”

“Hm? What?”

“Just…so…we were…we were a thing before.”

“Yeah. You rememberin’ any o’ it?”

“No, nothin’ yet, just…familiar.”

“Well, that’s at least somethin’, I guess.”

Fer the best. Lots o’ shit I pulled that he’s probably better off not rememberin’…

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They ate their midnight dinners directly outta the pot.

"We're gonna have to go back fer Fox an’ North at some point"

Shit.

Creed was hoping he wouldn't make that realization. Not so soon anyway.

"Naw, they love it there."

"They don’t . They hated it as much as we did."

"I loved it."

"Alright, as much as me, then. ‘Ya didn't get the same ‘special treatment’, so ‘ya don’t get a say in this."

"Cuz I didn't need it. I kick ass and don’t need t' be brainwashed into doin’ it."

" Hrmm ..."

"C’mon, let yerself relax fer a bit, yer a free man!"

"Creed-"

"Yeah, I know shorty, I know."

Creed gave his shoulder a reassuring pat, giving him a sincere look.

"We'll get ‘em out later, promise."

Sniff Sniff....

"...truthin'."

" Barely. But, if it'll help ya sleep at night,”

Logan snorted.

Hah, it’d take it a damn miracle fer somethin’ to help me sleep at night…

“-I'll see what I can do. Don't put yer money on me bein’ able t' pull this shit off twice, though.”

Creed nervously poked at the bits of beef and vegetables in his pot with his fork.

“Don’t even know if we’re really pullin’ it off once yet..."

Logan could sense the stress the other was feeling. Creed was always the plan guy, and he was damn good at improvising on the spot if they needed it, so he trusted in his ability to figure something out.

Still, they were under a lot more pressure than usual. This wasn’t just the usual live or die situation, this was the rest of their lives.

Logan put his now empty pot on the coffee table in front of them.

“Let’s not worry about all that tonight then. I’m sure they’ll manage without us fer at least, what, couple ‘o days?”

“Couple ‘o days now, huh?”

“Could use a real vacation.”

Creed’s pot joined Logan’s, Creed wiping his mouth with his hand, then wiping his hand onto his trousers.

“Maybe you could think up a way t’ spend it this time.”

“Hm. I might have some stuff in mind.”

Logan leans forward and presses his lips against the other's, kissing him slow and deep.

Creed hums contently, Logan's tongue helping to calm his nerves.

After they pull apart, Logan smiles up at him.

Creed affectionately bumps his shoulder against Logan's, returning the smile.

And it's the most comforting sight in the world.

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fairys-dream · 3 months

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"They're given a 4 day special pass. And Creed has a plan on how to most efficiently spend it."

EVERYBODY WAKE UP CHAPTER 3 IS FINALLY OUT smut happens. emotions happen. things? happening.

i also slightly rewrote chapter 1 cuz i realized i got the interior of the truck wrong lol...its still mostly the same tho.

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A 4 day special pass.

And it was just gonna be Creed ‘n Logan.

North was off on a special mission, Fox was off doing God knows what, nobody gave a enough of a shit about Wraith to hangout with him, and Logan had this new thing goin’ on where he actually bothered to think about Creed's intentions instead of just jumpin’ straight to evil conclusions.

He had 4 days... to make this guy fall head over heels in love with him.

Ideally.

Should probably start with gettin’ him back as a friend first.

At least it was better than the regular 3 day pass. 4 days might actually give him a genuine bonafide chance at pulling this off.

It’s now or fuckin’ never.

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Logan could feel Creed was planning something.

Sure, he was a bit clingy sometimes, but he didn’t usually hang around to this extent.

As the 1st day of the break began, Logan went through his regular daily routine. He could sense Creed hovering in the background, just out of view, for everything he did.

The 2nd day, Creed actually showed his face, occasionally helping with little things in Logan’s routine, like it was normal for him.

3rd day was much of the same thing, Creed hanging around, except he was now blabbin’ on about anything and everything. A mix of bragging about old op missions and a seemingly endless amount of film trivia. Every so often, Logan would reply if he brought up something that interested him, but he mainly just listened.

He didn't mind listening, though.

He thought it'd be annoying, but this seemed sort of…familiar to him.

That evening, Creed was out for a bit, so Logan had some time to himself.

He spent it trying to peace together his emotions from the past couple ‘o days. The emotions he’d been reading from Creed, they felt new. But also felt oddly normal. Like a part of him recognized the way he was acting, and had just been blocked off till now.

Soon, Creed returned with a bottle of fairly expensive alcohol, and shared it with him in the kitchen. Not many words were exchanged between them, but that didn’t bother Logan in the slightest. It felt good not drinking alone for once.

Come the 4th day, it felt like they'd always done this.

As it came to an end, Logan donned his leather jacket, one of the only things he owned to his name, and went out for his nightly smoke. Creed followed soon after.

He invited to take him out to a nearby bar. And as tempting the idea was, since Stryker basically kept him locked up like a house cat, Logan declined.

So, they trekked out deep into the woods that surrounded the base.

The 2 of them sat on the damp ground, passing a cigar back and forth.

Logan wondered who’d been the last person he shared a cigar with, if he ever did. He got the notion something like this was a fairly rare situation for him.

Even long after the cigar had been finished, they both stayed seated, and got to talking about each of their hypothetical fantasies regarding what they'd do after all this.

Logan didn’t remember much of where he came from, so he described where he would like to live.

“A cabin, rustic and wooden, somewhere deep in the mountains of northern Canada.”

“Why Canada? ”

Logan shot him a look.

“Cuz I’m Canadian? ”

“Right, right, keep forgettin’ that. ‘Ya just don’t seem like the canuck type…why a borin’ ol’ cabin, then?”

“Dunno, just feels familiar. Saw a picture in a calendar once, and I guess somethin’ in my brain felt like it clicked.”

“Heh, they really fucked ya up, huh pal?”

Logan gave a hard punch to the other’s shoulder.

“Unf- hey, I’m just joshin’. Sounds nice. Like a sweet little fairytale.”

A fairytale…right. That’s all it was.

Then, as Creed then started a long dramatic explanation about his own fantasies, some based on some crazy shit he claimed to have already done before, Logan felt his mood perk up again.

He hadn't remembered the last time he felt like this. Feeling so calm and...comfortable.

He'd never thought it were possible, but he’d found himself actually enjoying Creed's excessive company these last few days.

There’d been a change in the other feral, one he hadn’t expected, he might even-

Holy shit Creed was kissing him.

And holy shit, Logan found himself kissing back.

He felt he didn't even need to think about it, letting himself be lifted into Creed's lap, straddling his legs, getting comfortable against him.

Creed moved his head down to kiss and lick at his neck, sandpapery tongue lapping up the taste of his skin.

Logan shrugged off his jacket, feeling Creed’s hands immediately descend onto his back, claws pricking through his shirt as he caressed him. The attention was exhilarating. Logan didn’t know what to do with his hands in return, so he opted to grip at the others shoulders as he got lost in Creed’s never slowing touches.

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Creed's plan had worked.

Shockingly well.

His plans were always pretty good, but it was still a bit of an adrenaline rush that Logan was actually going along with it.

All it took was some researching and convincing the boss to put North out on a mission, and doing some slight threatening to Logan's fake girlfriend. She didn't even need that much talkin’ to, which honestly made him feel a little bad, knowing how Logan felt for her.

Only a little.

But then....

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Wolverine's body was shaking.

Badly.

He didn't deserve this. He didn't understand.

His mind went to Silver Fox. Her touches feeling forced, but Logan taking them anyway, just to have something .

He tried to think of past lovers, but couldn't remember. He remembered touches, but no faces to go along with the feelings. Were they even real?

Bottom line was, no one felt for him like this. So why should he trust that Creed was really feeling anything towards him?

Creed.

He's making fun of him. He's toying with him. No, it's pity.

"Logan, hey..."

lying lying lying lying lying-

"I can tell yer thinkin’ too hard about this."

The touches stopped. Creed's voice felt far away.

His instincts were screaming that there was something else he was doing. Something else he was planning. That he was manipulating him for some reason he hadn't come to realize yet.

Guys like Creed were supposed to go for pretty girls; legs, body, and attitude. Hell, even his taste in men should have higher standards for someone with a pretty face like Creed’s.

He wasn't supposed to like Logan. Not supposed to like a man like him.

But it was hard for Logan to doubt what his senses were picking up.

"Why? "

His voice sounded so small he was almost convinced it was someone else's.

Creed sighed, wrapping his large hands around Logan's shaking wrists, rubbing soft circles onto his palms with the pads of his thumbs.

Creed's hands felt warm.

And surprisingly soft.

Why the hell is he doin’ this fer me…

Creed wasn't the best at words when it came to explaining his emotions, but he had to give it a shot.

He couldn't keep assuming Logan knew what he was trying to say all the time.

"Cuz I like you."

Logan stared blankly at him.

"A lot."

The runts expression didn’t change.

"C’mon, say somethin'?... please? "

Logan stayed quiet.

But then, he sniffed.

Closer and closer, right up against Creed's neck, causing his breath to hitch at the feeling.

Logan pulled back, with a soft look on his face as he looked into Creed's eyes.

"You...actually like me."

Creed chuckled.

"Dang runt, who hurt ‘ya?"

"Dunno. Can't remember."

"Yeah, well, it ain’t gonna be me, alright? I mean it. I'm full truthin’."

Logan gave him a cocky look of disbelief.

Creed gave him his usual toothy grin in return.

"Yeah, well, emotionally I won't hurt ya. An' I don't gotta hurt ya physically all the time, I got more skills t’ offer than that…”

The blonde leaned in close, speaking in a low seductive tone.

“Could even make ‘ya feel pretty good. Physically. If yer up for it."

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Logan found himself leaning back against a tree, pants pooled around his ankles

With Creed down on his knees in front of him.

Creed was gently pressing his teeth down onto Logan's dick, giving little nips down its length, grinning ear to ear.

"My dick ain't a chew toy, bub."

Runt’s attitudes back. Good. Means he’s startin’ to calm down…

Creed removed his mouth, caressing his claws up and down the others length

"Yeah, you like it though. Can feel yer dick throb whenever I..."

He slowly grazed his teeth up from its base alllll the way to the tip, causing a full body shudder and drawn out groan from Logan, his hands gripping into the bark of the tree behind him.

Creed finally seized his playing and eased Logan's cock into his mouth, the tip pushing down his throat as he effortlessly swallowed the whole thing.

Logan breathed out a relieved moan.

Damn, either he’s had tons of experience or this guy simply lacks a gag reflex…

Though, Logan didn’t have much of one himself either, so there’s a chance it had something to do with their mutation.

Creed held it there...savoring it. The scent, the taste, the fact that it was Logan’s.

He then looked up at Logan, a wild look in his eyes. He took the other’s hand and placed it on the back of his head.

Logan, immediately getting the idea, pulled Creed's head back a bit in order to make space as he began rocking his dick back ‘n forth into Creed's awaiting mouth.

Creed relaxed as he let Logan take control.

He loved it when Logan took control. Only from him.

Only ever from him.

Clawed fingers groped and kneaded Logan's ass, the slight pain from their sharpness sending pleasurable tingles up his spine.

Creed's tongue swirled along with the thrusts.

God, that tongue is somethin’ else…how the hell is he doin’ that?

The blonde stared up at Logan, gaze never faltering, unable to look away from the reactions he was managing to pull from him.

He wanted to memorize every one of these pleasure filled expressions, every small twitch of his face. If they ever tried that memory erasing shit on him, he'd kill them.

No way in hell am I gonna lose this. Not again.

Logan's panting and thrusts sped up, now desperately jack hammering into Creed's throat.

A mix of drool and precum dripped down Creed’s chin as he continued to take it.

"nn... nggh.... fuck .... Creed .....grhh...ungh..."

The noises and growls Logan was making, overshadowing the sloppy obscene sounds of Creed's mouth getting railed, was like a sweet melody to Creed’s ears. He'd record a tape copy if he could. Maybe he would someday, if he got the chance. Logan's normal voice already made him feel all kinds of mushy things, but hearing him like this , hearing him let into the side of himself he tries so damn hard to keep locked up, it made Creed’s heart melt like butter.

"nghFUCK fuck fuck fuck.... please ...grrh CREED- more more- "

And made his dick hard as a rock.

Damn, it was so hard it startin’ to hurt .

Part of him wanted to see if he could climax just from the feeling of Logan's dick down his throat.

Yeah, a weaker man would be jacking off… and boy howdy was he the weakest man on the damn planet.

He'd prove that sappy stuff later, but right now he couldn't stop himself from pulling his neglected cock free.

The sight of Creed stroking himself with such ferocity, being so genuinely aroused by him, for him, pushed Logan to the edge.

Logan slammed himself down deep with a growling shout , gripping Creed’s hair and smothering his face against groin, which brought out a low groan from the other feral. He rode out the rest of his orgasm in close quick thrusts, gradually slowing down, as Creed’s hand sped up.

Creed's mouth slid to the tip of Logan's dick, panting heavily and lapping up the remaining drops of cum.

“F-UCK! ”

He let out a loud roar of a moan as he came.

“hah… Logan ….”

Their heavy breathing sounded harmonically together, both in a dreamy post orgasm haze.

Suddenly, Creed pulled Logan down, Logan dropping down fairly easily due to his legs feeling like pure jelly, and into his lap. Creed wrapped his large arms around him and nuzzled his face into Logan’s.

Then flopped them both down onto the ground with a thwump , pulling Logan close against him.

With his ear against Creed's chest, Logan could hear, and feel, a low rumbling...

Creed was purring.

Logan felt like purring himself, if he could.

Could he?

He tried replicating the sound-

Nope.

Hm. That weirdly disappointed him.

Meanwhile, Creed was thinkin’ about what to do next.

He'd just confessed his feelings and sucked him off, now what? Ask for his hand in marriage?

Nah, that'd be a dumb move to make so soon. Gotta keep goin’ with the small stuff.

"Feelin’ better?"

"This whole time you coulda been givin’ me mind blowing head instead of kickin' my ass?"

"Shit, am I gonna have to give one of those up? Not gonna let me keep both, are ‘ya?"

"Depends, how often wouldya be willin’ t’ suck me off?"

"Oh, anytime, just gotta ask. I'm at yer beck ‘n call, babe."

Logan laughed into his chest, Creed chuckling along with him.

‘S nice bein’ able to talk like this again…

Propping himself up on his arms, Logan looked down at Creed's content expression.

"Lemme think about it, alright?"

Those words made Creed's face immediately fade from joy to fear.

Shit. I’m losin’ him.

"Good thinkin’ or bad thinkin’?"

"...regular thinkin’."

Creeds hands shot up to grip Logan's shoulders

"Woah-"

"Logan. "

Logan struggled against his hold, and Creed instinctually tightened his grip.

"Why's it so hard fer you t’ like me?"

"Creed-"

"You used t’ fuckin’ like me, I KNOW ‘ya did."

Logan gave up on struggling, his shoulders sagging.

"Creed..."

"What the fuck do I have to do, Logan? What the FUCK do you want me t’ DO ?"

Logan let out an exhausted sigh.

"I do like ‘ya."

Creed stared at him, breathing hard. In his panicked state, he didn't really seem the most convinced.

"Look, there's somethin’ there, I’m just…I just ain’t...I ain’t sure-"

"God, ‘ya ain’t sure- "

"I ain't sure how to handle this yet! I don't know what I'm supposed t’ be doin’ either, alright?! This constant mind wiping is takin’ a bit of a big toll on my emotions, bub. Fer Christs sake , I don't know what I’m feelin’ half the time, and other times I know I should be feelin’ somethin but I ain’t. I don't even know if I wanna stay here or not."

He looked out at the woods surrounding them

"But it ain't like I got much of a choice, do I…"

Creed didn't know how to convince him to stay.

Didn't have the slightest clue on knowin’ where to even start.

But those words made him realize that if he wanted Logan to stay with him, then… Logan couldn't stay here.

Which meant they both couldn't stay here.

And just the thought of leaving his safety net terrified Creed.

Here, he could kill without consequence, show the animal without havin’ to worry, be free to let out all that constant never ending pent up anger and rage.

This is what he was good at.

What he was best at.

He'd been deemed a failure at everything else…he was safe to exist here.

He'd spent his whole life convinced that if he wasn't hurtin’ others, others would be free to hurt him. He wasn't safe out in the normal world. They were out for him even if he was doin’ nothin’.

Though maybe...if he had Logan around...Logan could be a safety net too.

He'd still be a freak,

But at least I'd be a freak with a friend.

He knew what he had to do.

But he was just gonna hold him for a bit longer.

Creed wrapped his arms around Logan, burying his face into the other's neck.

Just a little longer....

God, he was so freakin’ scared.

Creed’s breathing picked up.

He knew Logan could easily sense his fear...and for once, part of him felt good about him knowing.

Creed let out a shaky sigh, leaning in close to Logan’s ear to whisper–-

"...’m gonna get ya outta here."

Even outside the base, he couldn't be too careful about someone eavesdropping. Logan picked up on this, whispering back—

" Just me?"

"Both ‘o us. Hell, I can leave anytime I want, they don't suspect a damn thing from me. But I’m already riskin’ a whole lot gettin’ close to ‘ya again, an’ they're probably gonna be tight on yer ass as soon as this breaks over an’ done with."

"So…yer sayin’ it's now or never."

Creed loosened his embrace to comb a hand through Logan's hair.

"Yup, pretty much."

Logan breathed out a mix between a sigh and a laugh, letting himself relax again, slightly, in Creed's hold, trying to process the urgency of just what they were about to do.

Just a little longer…they could have some peace for just a little longer.

But, if they got lucky, they could get that peace for a lot longer.

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