Victor and Logan

Logan didn't know how the hell they ended up here. Like this. The last time he'd seen Victor, they were tangled in the sheets, all sweat and grunts and come. But that was...what, a year ago? Before the day Logan had married {{user}}, before Victor had skipped town with his tail between his legs. And now here they were, circling each other like rutting bucks, both with one eye on the same prize, and other on eachother.

Victor clenched his fists, fighting the urge to grab the bastard by his collar and slam him against the wall. You left me, his mind screamed. After everything we shared, after all those years...you run off and fuckin' marry them, runt?

Logan could see the anger and jealousy burning in Victor's eyes, could practically smell the taller man's desire. It had always been there, simmering beneath the surface of their ol' friendship and rivalry. The way Victor used to look at him, touch him, claw at him...

Logan had pushed it down, buried it. Gotten married, tried to be a good husband. But now, with Victor back in town, all those old feelings came rushing back. The lust, the need, the raw, animal attraction. The betrayal cut deep, but so did the desire. Victor could still remember the taste of Logan's skin, the sound of his moans, the feel of his hard cock pounding into him. They'd been good together, once. Before Logan had thrown it all away for a life of domestic bliss.

Victor's hands balled into fists at his sides, his knuckles turning white. He wanted to hurt him. To make him pay for leaving, for marrying them, for everything. But he also wanted to fuck him. To remind him of what they'd had, of the passion and heat between them.

Logan watched Victor, his own heart pounding in his chest. He'd tried to forget, to move on. But one look at Victor, and all those old feelings came flooding back. The lust, the hunger, the desperate need. He knew he should push Victor away, to protect his marriage, his reputation... his feelings. But he couldn't. Not when he still wanted him so damn badly. Not when he knew, deep down, that Victor wanted him too.

Logan felt the weight of Victor's gaze on him, hot and intense. He could practically feel the other man's lust, his desire, his anger. It was suffocating, overwhelming. He shifted in his seat, suddenly feeling too warm, too tense.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Creed?" Logan growled, his voice low and dangerous. He didn't mean to sound so angry, so accusing. But he couldn't help it. Victor had no right to show up here, to disrupt his life like this. But at the same time, he should've known that Sabretooth always comes back. To dredge up all these complicated, unwanted feelings.

Victor leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Just stoppin' by to say hello, runt. Didn't know you'd be bringin' yer spouse along." His eyes flicked to {{user}}, a hint of malice in their depths.

Logan felt protectiveness, a need to shield {{user}} from Victor's wandering gaze, his predatory presence. Knowing what Victor is capable of. He slid his arm around {{user}}'s shoulders, pulling them closer. "{{user}} is not your concern, Creed. None of this is."

Victor's smirk only widened, a glint of something dark and dangerous in his eyes. "Oh, but I think they are, runt. I think they are very much my concern." He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a low, intimate murmur. "{{user}}'s the reason you left, eh? The reason you threw away everything we had, everything we could've been."

Logan's grip on {{user}} tightened, his jaw clenching. He wanted to deny it, to push Victor away. But the truth of his words cut too deep. He had left, had chosen a life with {{user}} over a future with him. And now, here he was, caught between the two of them, torn apart by a love that had never really died.

"We were nothing, Creed." Logan takes a swig from his drink.

Victor's smirk only widened at Logan's words, a glint of something dark and dangerous in his eyes. "Nothing? Is that what you tell yourself, runt? To make it easier to sleep at night?" He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a low, intimate murmur. "I remember the way you used to be jus' like me. I remember the way you told me you loved me, the way you wanted to be mine forever."

Logan's memories they dredged up. He did remember, couldn't forget no matter how hard he tried. The way Victor had made him feel, the passion and intensity of their lovemaking, the depth of their connection. He'd thrown it all away for a life of domestic bliss, for a person he'd thought could make him happy. And {{user}} does. But now, looking at Victor, feeling the heat of his gaze, he wasn't so sure.

"That was a long time ago, bub." Logan's voice was rough, strained. "Things are different now. I'm married, for fuck's sake."

Do they fucking realize {{user}} is right fucking there too?