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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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A/N: 550 hits, five people voting 5 out of 5. Talk about cool. I appreciate that. Really I do.

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And as for what's happening with this story. It will be slash in later chapters. Right now other things are happening between these two. As for what kind of slash it will be, I want to hear opinions and suggestions. What are you hoping to see between these two?

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Chapter 4

Creed watched the wolf glower in his direction, obviously not pleased with Creed’s response and not used to someone standing up to him or speaking to him like the way Creed was and if he was, he was putting on a good show. With that little observation put aside it was up to Creed to decide the next move in this situation and that fact didn’t bother him at all and to see what the wolf was going to do with this situation. Was he going to attack? Was the wolf going to backdown with his tail between his legs? Or even oblige and ask Creed why? Creed would have to wait to see which it was.

The wolf didn’t budge, and that wasn’t something that happened every day and if it did those who stayed stubborn usually died within a certain amount of time. Creed smiled as he flexed his fingers and relished the knowledge of the claws he had on each finger and toe. He loved his claws, couldn’t see himself with fingernails that were fragile and broke too easily if they were used too harshly.

Both of them stood staring each other down, both alpha males who didn’t like to be showed up. Creed chuckled outwardly, but inwardly he snarled. He didn’t like someone having the nerve to try to show him up. Him! Victor Creed also known as Sabretooth is not someone to be showed up by anyone. Licking his bottom lip while sneering lightly in the direction of the wolf who only glowered back at him even more fiercely.

“So, Mr. British who are you anyway.” Creed asked without much care as he casually walked towards the door, he heard footsteps that were slightly panicked and clumsy. His little spineless lawyer. Creed smirked as he watched the wolf turn to face him, not turning his back for a second. Good boy, Creed probably would have pounced on him and put him in his place if the wolf did in fact turn his back to him.

Creed on the other hand had no problem turning his back to the wolf; it wasn’t a show of submission or anything along that line. It was showing that he had nothing to fear and that the wolf couldn’t do anything to him and above all else it was a dare towards the wolf to make that mistake. Creed wasn’t one to take kindly to this sort of mistake, and loved to take revenge for mistakes made by anyone attacking from behind. The cowards.

“Fenrir Greyback.” The wolf, now known as Fenrir Greyback said after what Creed assumed was a short debate. What Creed couldn’t get over though was the fact that he said it as if it was supposed to mean something. It didn’t mean anything to Creed, nothing at all.

A knock on the door gained a distrusted snarl from an increasingly cautious and anxious Fenrir. Even the name reminded him of something wild, it wasn’t a name you called your children in this age. Or any for that matter. And Creed’s been around long enough to know that. Not even in exotic areas could he find this sort of name. And Greyback? He heard of a company or two with similar names and probably similarly spelt. But as a last name?

This guy was odd.

Opening the door Creed smiled widely, and beckoned his lawyer inside. Closing the door behind the stumbling clumsy lawyer in a cheap suite, this caused the obviously confused man to jump. Creed at times found himself wearing clothing that was more expensive, when he dressed up that was. Usually he was just happy with simple brands at a reasonable price.

“I… I don’t understand Mr. Creed what is this?” The lawyer asked, looking at the surprised and suspicious Fenrir Greyback who was still standing tall and puffed out as any good alpha would do to show his rank.

The lawyer might not understand what was going on, but Creed knew exactly. He was a selfish man by nature and took what he wanted and didn’t give anything back. Creed didn’t share and never liked the idea of sharing. If Greyback wanted to be free of his charges, then he shouldn’t have done such things. And above all else, he shouldn’t have been following after Creed looking for an easy way out. That alone would invite Creed’s attention, and that wasn’t always a good thing.

“Sure ya don’t, Zachery ol’ buddy. I wanted ya to see who out to get ya. Names Fenrir Greyback.” Creed purred out as he stood right behind the lawyer. He stunk of fear, confusion and sweat. Creed picked up other scents, products used and greasy foods eaten today as well.

~ Werewolves ~ Feral Mutants ~

Fenrir Greyback snarled to himself. This situation was showing those obvious signs of spiraling out of control the second they were in a standoff and now those signs were starting to become promises as he watched his current company casually walk towards the door. Fenrir idly noted to himself that the man seemed to be covered by muscle in every direction. And his ears were oddly pointed, not big points like an elf or any other dark creature, but they were still pointed almost delicately while being strongly defined.

From the side angle the jaw looked a lot stronger than it does if Fenrir was looking at the man at a more frontal view. Odd that he noticed such things, but they were hard to ignore the way the man presented himself. Very confidently and like a cat he seems to show what he has in a leisured pace. Odd that he was comparing this man to a cat. But it fits somehow.

Unfortunately he didn’t have too long to think about such things as he watched as the door was answered and a man entered. Fenrir was slightly confused on who it was until the so-called Mr. Creed explained things to the lawyer.

Fenrir could not believe his ears; it took five minutes to fully realize what the man just said. He practically told the little lawyer that Fenrir was out to get him. To kill him! That wasn’t true, it wasn’t! All Fenrir wanted was his name to be cleared by muggle law. Fenrir bared his teeth and growled, angry at the lies and cursing the time of the month. Why couldn’t it be a full moon tonight! He would love to tear Creed into tiny pieces and enjoy the rest of him as a snack in the morning!

If this man had any family, Fenrir was going to pay them a visit! Creed, with a last name like that it wouldn’t be too hard to figure out. And for once Fenrir thanked the bland newspaper for providing that name that first set him on the path that unavoidably somehow led to this situation.

“I… Was… Not… After him to harm the little fat man, just to have his services serve me.” Fenrir snarled out, brandishing a stolen wand he got off a wizard he killed not too long ago. Fenrir Greyback might not be as refined as most wizards and witches, but he was no slouch in dueling and casting spoken and unspoken spells.

“Nice stick.” Creed mocked and Fenrir snarled. Inwardly though his confidence raised slightly, if this man didn’t know what magic was than the upper hand belonged to Fenrir and he was the type to use it fully. He had no shame in that thought. Fenrir’s confidence didn’t stop his suspicions and confusion from taking hold as he watched Creed put one hand on the man’s shoulder while his other reached around the man’s neck.

Panic was visibly seen in the lawyer, panic and confusion. Thick enough that Fenrir could pick up the scent of fear easily; his nose could pick up people’s scent and emotions to a point. He wasn’t good at it though; it was only when it was close to the full moon that his scenes of smell heightened farther than it was already allowing him to pick up scents of things and objects as well as people’s scents.

“Wha…” Zachery the fat little lawyer babbled as he watched things happen. It was almost slow motion and Fenrir was captivated up until those dark looking talons on the man’s fingertips sunk into one side of the man’s throat and dragged across to the other side. Cutting deep irreparable damage to everything inside. The man didn’t have time to scream as he collapsed in a panic and tried to stop the bleeding even as blood squirted out between his quickly turning red hands.

Fenrir felt his mouth water at the sight of blood as it pooled around the man. Forgetting about the large man who did it for a moment and clearly not seeing a rather smug look appear.

“Guess I’m not the only one who enjoys the sight o’ blood.” Creed purred out, snapping Fenrir’s attention back to where it should have been. The wand that was going slack in his hand was held more firmly once again and pointed towards Creed in a threatening manner, but it was obvious that the threatening part fell flat for the other man who obviously disregarded the wand foolishly.

Fenrir sneered, baring his yellowing self sharpened teeth. It was true though, it was obvious it was an enjoyment they both shared.

None of that changed the fact that they were at a crossroad, a decision was to be made of which way to go with things. Attack. Leave. Stay? Kill or die. It was something that had to be decided soon and very soon. Neither of them seemed the type to be patient in matters like these.
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