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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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Authoress Note: And did you guys hear?! Sabretooth is coming back! He’s not staying dead, which in my opinion is a good thing. You wouldn’t kill Batman’s archenemy The Joker would you? So then why on earth would you kill Sabretooth who is Wolverine’s double in every way pretty much. It just doesn’t work, without Sabretooth you only have a shadow of Wolverine who no longer has that clear definition of what he doesn’t want to be mocking him face to face. Not to mention, I can see Wolverine eventually becoming the bad guy if Sabretooth stayed dead, after all in a twisted way I always viewed Sabretooth as the guy who kept Wolverine good… I’m sorry I’m starting to ramble on and on. I’m just happy that one of my favorite villains is coming back to the Marvel Universe.

Don’t get me going on the Romulus storyline either, that was just plain retarded. Although I liked the idea of Feral mutants evolving from Homo Lupus or something like that (it kind of slips my mind… at the moment).

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Chapter 3

Creed nearly felt an amused grin form, the whole idea that the wolf might consider himself as an animal was an entertaining thought. If he did, then that would explain why normal moral standards the rest of the general public with their shallow civilization wasn’t followed by the wolf in any way. After a good few minutes that nearly formed grin, broke out along with laughter, completely ignoring and discounting the snarl the wolf gave as a response. Creed found that possible revelation all too amusing for words. The fact that the wolf might actually think of himself as an animal was funny.

And if Creed was right in that regards, it would explain the posture the scruffier man took in everything he did from when he came to Creed’s attention to now. And furthermore this wolf was someone who thought he was animal and not just any kind of animal, but one that had an alpha like standing in normal situations for the man.

They weren’t going to get along very well than. After all, Creed was in fact an alpha-male through and through. Creed might even kill the wolf, out of either anger or for the fun of it. It might even give him a high enough endorphin rush dubbed as ‘The Glow’ that would placate him for a day or more. Who knew, Creed loved the glow as much as he loved the act that created it and sex in nearly any form.

“What’s so funny!” The wolf snarled angrily at him, Creed watched in icy amusement as the wolf used the chairs armrests to brace himself in his snarling anger. Creed saw someone else once who did the same thing when angry and sitting. Only he was much shorter and more hated. Not to mention that, despite the fact that Creed wasn’t intimidated by the runt, more intimidating than the wolf here managed to achieve.

“You are. Ya claim that you ain’t a lowly-human, claim that yer something else. So then, what is it? Hmm? An animal?” Creed purred out mockingly, a sneer clearly seen showing off only one shortened fang on his bottom jaw and his sharp canine on top that doesn’t in fact grow in length like the bottom canine does when that control is disappearing and his feral tendencies take hold. But even when his mouth was closed if you looked for it you could spot his bottom canines sticking out. But on first glance, most ignorant people don’t notice or don’t care to notice.

“Something else.” The scruffy wolf snarled out, sharpened teeth bared angrily. Creed only felt the tickling of temptation to put the mutt in his place in the back of his mind, one that would grow as loud as his thirst for blood, if the wolf continued on with his foolishness. And Creed hoped that he will. He could use some entertainment.

“Good, because one thing I know is animals. And boy, yer looking at one right now.” Creed purred out threateningly as he shifted in his chair from a relaxed position to one that actually showcased that he wasn’t a small guy. No he was six foot six and around three hundred pounds give or take a few. Needlessly said, he was a force to recon with and he had no shame in showing it off. People had a few reactions to his size, fear was a common one especially if you were fighting against him or if he was playing with someone in a rather unkind way, automatically thinking that he was slow was another common one because no one ever expects his reflexes to be faster than most athletes, some are impressed especially the loose frails he toys around with when not trying to harm someone and the rarest one being that some are neutral to his size. They couldn’t care less otherwise.

Creed could tell at the moment that the mutt wasn’t responding at all to his size, which means he’s used to dealing with big people of sorts. It also gave Creed the pleasure of a possible fight that will most likely happen now that he knew that the mutt wasn’t put off by Creed’s size. Then again it probably helped that the mutt wasn’t a small man either, smaller than Creed, but not a runt.

~ Werewolves ~ Feral Mutants ~

Fenrir didn’t know exactly what this guy was getting at, calling himself an animal and seemed satisfied when Fenrir didn’t consider himself one as well. Especially after he gave the simple answer of ‘something else’ and that something was a werewolf. But this guy didn’t need to know that, especially after the mocking that was done at Fenrir Greybacks expense! A lowly being like him didn’t deserve to know anything about werewolves!

Fenrir always held werewolves higher than everything else, but only if they acted properly. Remus Lupin who had so much potential buried in him was a failure, and so died like a failure deserved to. That didn’t stop the small pang of hurt Fenrir received for the loss of one of his sired werewolves, but there was nothing to do about it now. So he put it behind him, there was nothing else to do about it.

Taking note of the man’s slight show of size into account, Fenrir made sure he would be prepared to defend himself should it come to that. And Fenrir’s dealt with his fair share of wannabee’s and wizards, so he had no doubt that he would be able to deal with this guy as well.

“You, an animal. Hardly. I’ve seen animals and you don’t fit the bill.” Fenrir said, though his instincts sharpened and his attention zeroed in on his surroundings as well rather than simply have his attention on this Creed guy. He had to make sure there’s no traps of some sort or any back upcoming should a fight break out. Fenrir noticed that a hard look entered the other man’s eyes as Fenrir was regarded for a moment. It was a hard look that told Fenrir to be cautious from here on out, and to watch his back.

Neither man moved, for the moment they were in a stalemate. But it won’t last long that much Fenrir knew.

“I don’ have to have fur to be an animal. Physically, I’m big an’ I’m the boss and everyone knows it. I got the carnal nature o’ an animal, especially a predatory animal. I’m inhuman, brutish and cruel. I’m bloodthirsty and I love a good fight and a good hunt.” Creed purred out, Fenrir sensed a threat though and a dare to tell him he’s wrong. This was a man who seemed to enjoy being considered an animal and thrived in it.

And Fenrir just told him that he wasn’t. Smart…

“So tell me, Mr. Something else. How is ‘at not being an animal, when I embody everything that is an animal in a human. I’m what everyone could be if they just let go of that human side o’ them. That so called spiritual and intellectual side they so desperately cling to. Come on, smart guy. Tell me.” Creed said, Fenrir noted that a barely audible growl started to enter those words. And the odd finger nails seemed to slightly longer now, how was that possible?

Instinct told Fenrir that the topic broached on something obviously personal. It was said to Fenrir, but meant for someone else as much as it was a definition of what makes Creed an animal. Fenrir remembered the fight with the short runt like guy who left three nasty slashes across his carefully covered chest, the runt of a man embodied some of what Creed said when it came to being brutish and a savage fighter.

Fenrir knew that his next choice in words would have to be thought through or else it would risk a fight, though the chances of a fight happening seemed more likely as the seconds ticked by.

“Guess when you say animal, I think the furry edible kind.” Fenrir said, as casual as his own caution would allow him. And true to that, he did eat any kind of animal that was edible, including humans. Especially humans who catch his interest enough to eat them, but only after he plays a little bit first. Creed’s eyes narrowed, but he hummed in vague agreement. Fenrir knew he wasn’t let off the hook here, not by a long shot.

Fenrir inwardly tensed as his current company stood up and walked over to the small fridge within the room and fetched two more drinks. Bringing them back and as casual as ever handed one to Fenrir, who noted thin lines almost like someone scratched lines into the can without it being deep enough to puncture the can. Odd.

“The lawyer won’ be able to help you.” Creed said out of the blue, catching Fenrir’s attention instantly as the beer was forgotten instantly.

“Why.” Fenrir asked, not caring if it almost bordered childish in any way. It was an honest question! Fenrir couldn’t help, but wonder what gave this foolish man the right to decide who could and who couldn’t help Fenrir. He was Fenrir Greyback for crying out loud! He was also a man who had to come to terms with the fact that his name and who he was had no effect on people here, they didn’t fear him like most did back in his old kicking ground.

“Because I decided that he won’t be able to help you with your criminal record.” Creed explained, the look Fenrir received was cold and not even shred of sympathy or anything remotely like that. Not that Fenrir was looking for it; he couldn’t care less for small things like that.

Fenrir snarled angrily, a loud and throaty snarl that caught Creed’s attention, but not in the way Fenrir would have hoped. The look was filled with disinterest and the man didn’t feel the need to acknowledge it in the normal ways Fenrir was used to. Fenrir tensed in both anger and caution as Creed stood up as well, slightly taller than Fenrir. Completely outdoing Fenrir in muscle though, the guy seemed to have little to no fat on him. Fenrir wasn’t in bad shape himself, but that the muscles on Creed were simply outrageous. That wasn’t natural for anybody to be that muscular without being on something.

Maybe Creed was on steroids or something? Fenrir wasn’t about to ask.

A cruel grin was now present on Creed’s face, and that was when Fenrir noticed fully that the man’s canines were elongated and sharper than normal especially the bottom canines that were bigger than the top canine’s.

“Don’t you even want to know why?” Creed said in an obvious tone, and Fenrir frowned. His own instincts told him what this sort of meeting was all about.
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