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Concrete Jungle	By : AmandaJean Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3616 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men or Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 2

Creed was older than most men walking today. Most, but not all after all there were a few men walking today that could claim to be as old he was. The runt was obviously being one of them. The rest was unimportant, but the runt he was a focus point of Creed’s attention. A man that Creed hated beyond reason and so it gone without saying that Creed did what he could to harm the runt, sometimes allowing the man’s own foolish guilt to do the damage for Creed. Creed was also a mutant, a feral mutant with all the interesting perks and instincts to go with it.

But, that was not the reason for him being a sociopath in every way possible for a man like Creed. It had nothing to do with him being a feral mutant like some big shots would think so. It was just another way to dirty mutants everywhere, tactics used in World War two and in countless other situations over history. Though Creed didn’t care much about that in the first place, why should he care? The general public and everything in it meant next to nothing to Creed, in fact he despised them half the time. They were only there to be used and to be slaughtered like the sheep they are.

And for a short time, they believed Creed to be dead. They were mistaken and the criminal trial gave the final official proof of life, the lawyer was well paid and got him off scot-free. So when he found out that someone was looking for his lawyer Creed had to find out who it was. Creed backtracked to the bar where he first caught sight of the scruffy man, bigger than most men around him, but smaller than Creed himself. His scent was wrong, and not quite familiar to Creed. He stole the empties the man drank from and took a better sniff.

Wolf. The scent reminded him of a wolf.

Creed followed him at a distance always out of sight, but making sure to be close enough to easily oversee and overhear what the man was doing. He found the lawyer’s office easily enough, the fool put his name and address in the newspaper in order to get more work and more money. It came down to greed in the end, and that overridden his common sense. Not that Creed cared; the fat little man served his purpose.

Creed tipped him off anyway though, lied and said that someone was out to kill him. Played the nice appreciative customer and said that he would tend to the person who wanted to supposedly kill him. The man practically fell to his knees in gratitude. It was as amusing as it was pathetic. Creed followed the man over half the city before cutting ahead of him and ending up in this VIP room where he enjoyed a cold few before the scruffy wolf showed up.

Creed ordered the barman to give the scruffy wolf the key to this room and send the whelp up. The barman knew better then to disobey and so the scruffy wolf found himself standing in the entrance to the VIP room giving him a look over in suspicion. Good boy. Creed couldn’t stop the smirk from showing up. And like Creed told him to, the scruffy wolf shut the door behind him and walked to the center of the room.

A lot of muscle under tight dark clothing that suited the wolf in hiding the blood evidence Creed could practically taste. Four days old, feminine and young. Not quite hormonal, under teen years. The scruffy wolf liked the taste of younger generations. The scruffy wolf was clearly not happy to be in his presence for instinctive reasons; Creed was well aware of those. He himself didn’t feel them, hence the reason he was so relaxed.

“Have a seat.” Creed indicated the couch and the chairs. The wolf could sit where he wanted, it didn’t matter to Creed all that much. Unless the wolf sat right next to him, then there would be a slight problem. The wolf stiffened and forcefully relaxed as he chose a chair as far away from Creed as possible. Giving himself enough room to spring into action if need be. Pity the wolf didn’t know that the distance chosen wasn’t good enough. Every muscle in Creed worked simultaneously to allow him to spring into action far quicker than any man could react to. And far harder than most men could even begin to recover from.

Before Creed could get annoyed with the wolf, for not having the balls to speak up for himself, the wolf asked bluntly,

“Why have you invited me up to your VIP room, Mr. Creed?” The words invited and mister was more forced than the wolf intended due to suspicion and lack of trust. Expected and entertaining. So Creed did the only thing he could. He laughed.

A completely feral growl came from the scruffy wolf and Creed couldn’t detect anything human in the growl. Creed stopped laughing, but a wide grin still remained while his eyes kept the appearance of someone unconcerned and unthreatened. His body language still spelt out relaxed. The scruffy wolf was no match for Creed, and Creed knew it to be fact.

“Yer accent, British? What brought ya here, British?” Creed enquired casually while standing up and fetching a couple of Molson Canadians from the well stalked fridge present in each of the VIP rooms. Setting it down on the coffee table in front of the scruffy wolf, Creed sat back down and regarded the man who narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

“And your accent is Canadian. What brings you here, Canada.” The scruffy wolf enquired back, the wolf’s not wanting to share information was foolishly obvious. It was a simple misstep, and it was a foolish one at that. And it did nothing, but push the wrong buttons in Creed, the wolf better be a quick learner.

Creed bite down a snarl at the general disregard for what Creed asked first, and let out a small chuckle. Suspicious little nobody, Creed knew better than most that the scruffy wolf better watch what he says. Creed’s been known for flying off the handle at something as simple as a dirty look.

“Fair enough, wolf. This is a concrete jungle. I’m here to play.” Creed answered, with partial honesty. Adding casually, but not leaving any room for debate,

“Why are you here wolf? Above all else, why ‘re you lookin’ for my lawyer.” Creed saw the surprised expression on the wolf’s face. And sneered for it, the wolf actually thought Creed wasn’t aware of that little bit.

~ Werewolves ~ Feral Mutants ~

Fenrir might not like the guy at the moment, but he could agree with the idea of a city being a concrete jungle. Why didn’t Fenrir think of that first?

Fenrir looked at the Molson Canadian, it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore, despite the taunting he received and the fact that he couldn’t decide how to react to this obvious alpha male. Cruelty was a strong edge to the man called Creed. Fenrir could see that as clear as day. There was no question he could still get to Fenrir, despite the small amount of distance put between them purposely.

Fenrir understood fully that he had a choice to make, to tell the man mocking him that he was looking for his lawyer so the muggle could get ride of the criminal charges against Fenrir in the muggle world. Like he did for this muggle, if he was a muggle at all? Fenrir couldn’t really tell, he had no magic that much Fenrir could tell, but he didn’t come across as any muggle Fenrir crossed paths with.

Or he could refuse to tell him and deal with the consequences. And Fenrir knew for a fact that there will be consequences. Licking his lip slightly he watched Creed cautiously for a good five minutes while leaning forward and picking the can of Molson’s up. Creed kept the eye contact up, it was a silent standoff between the two of them. To see if the other was as serious as he was trying to portray. Creed was. So was Fenrir.

The decision was made though; Fenrir wasn’t a good guy in any sense of the word. But he wasn’t stupid either, he knew better than to make the kind of mistake he could have very well made by refusing.

“Read that the lawyer expunged your criminal record. I was going to see if the lawyer could do the same for me. It’s rather aggravating traveling when you’re being watched everywhere you go for a few slip ups.” Fenrir explained casually, and the few slip ups was when he failed to kill someone due to the hurry he was in. They will realize pretty quickly though that they have a new appreciation for meat.

Creed nodded casually, obviously satisfied on getting the answer he was looking for.

“Like playen’ with kids? That kind of criminal record is harder to get ride of.” Creed purred, Fenrir snarled. How did he know that?! Surely this man couldn’t smell anything to give that away? The black wouldn’t have shown the blood clearly enough especially in this lighting. So then how did he know? A chuckled could be heard.

“Relax. I ain’t goin’ to rat ya out. What’s so great ‘bout kids anyway. They’re loud and aggravating.” Creed said, a chuckle clearly heard in his voice still. The man was far too amused for his own good.

“I don’t like kids that way, their flesh just tastes better. Get any pleasure I can get out of young adult to average aged woman.” Fenrir growled out, uncomfortable on actually being able to talk about things like this. It was true; he didn’t look to kids for sex or anything like that. He was nasty, but not that nasty. He just liked eating them when he couldn’t take them away and raise them right. It was what he tried to do with Remus and what he did with over half of his pack. But of course most didn’t know that, they just assumed that he played with kids in the not so nice kind of way. Rumors and lies spread by uppity wizards.

“A cannibal than.” Creed said casually, not letting up on his standing in the room though. Fenrir wanted to snarl for that, again he wasn’t entirely used to associating with someone who had the alpha behavior down pat.

“Being a cannibal requires you to be human like them. I’m not.” Fenrir corrected casually while he set an empty can down. Watching how he reacted to it just in case, his wand tucked away in his sleeve fully ready to use in case Fenrir needed it.
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