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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 6

Creed was well in tuned to all the little instincts that made him more like an animal than a man. The very ones that made him hunt, kill and take. That made him territorial and not accepting to other males who were self-dubbed alpha males, not to mention the instincts that made him think slightly less than he would be able to when it comes to strategy. Every move and every decision was driven by instinct and instinct alone.

So when the damned wolf literally bite him on the neck his whole body went rigid with outrage before he reacted by yanking the wolf away and shoving him across the room and hard. Creed heard the thud as the man hit the wall. Creed was snarling and noticed that his wound was healing at a slower rate and tingling like it did when his healing factor was pushing foreign substance out. It never did this with saliva because saliva wasn’t very harmful to him.

But the wolf’s saliva felt more like venom to his wound and stung. Creed lightly touched the healing wound frowning before bringing his hand back into sight and looked at the blood, his blood. Most would not notice the clear liquid mixed with it. But most could not see as well as Creed could, his vision extended into the ultraviolet and infrared areas of the electromagnetic spectrum, allowing him to see in near-total darkness and retain the same level of clarity.

Looking up at the wolf, Greyback who was standing tall and grinning savagely. Blood dripping from the thin beard and coated lips and part of his chin. The blood looked natural on the mangy nobody, like blood did on a wolf’s nuzzle. The only one problem was that it was Creeds blood that was on the man. Creed’s expression twisted into an angry snarl.

The angrier he looked the more proud of himself the wolf looked, stupidly. No one pisses Creed off and gets away with it! Let alone bites him! Creed could not remember if the runt himself bites or not, usually stabbed and slashed. No, this was probably the first person in a long time that had the audacity to bite him. It was angering and refreshing at the same time, to find someone who was willing to fight as an animal.

Creed lunged again; more of the white shit was shot at him only to be dodged easily enough.

“Expulso!” Greyback snarled out loudly. Creed could not help but feel confused at that, what on earth did that mean? In fact, what was the odd words spoken before. Wingo something lave something. Whatever!

Unfortunately it was not so easily this time, the object the stick was pointed at ended up exploding right in front of Creed, the explosion was enough to knock him back and blind his senses. It was not as strong as a grenade, but it was close enough without the big show grenades tend to pack. Creed found himself on his back, belly bared and frustrated at the underhanded tricks used against him. The least the wolf could have was to have the balls to fight proper-like and not shooting shit and speaking gibberish.

Something else was said, Creed managed spot the wolf saying something rather than hearing what was being said due to the ringing in his ears that both angered and annoyed him. He did not get the chance to think long about it, fire sprouted out and took control of the room rapidly forcing Creed to flee the room by jumping out the window he was previously thrown through earlier and landing with the typical grace he possessed.

His hearing returned to normal as did every other enhanced senses he possessed. Snarling out in his rage he made the note to ask the wolf what that was before Creed ends the mangy nobody’s life. Unless Creed could come up with a better use for the wolf.

But what would that be? What would Creed have use of someone who sprouts shit out of a stick?

~ Werewolves ~ Feral Mutants ~

Fenrir panted out in exhaustion. You would think he was fighting a war or something, unfortunately casting spells and dodging and attacking all added together and took its toll. But he had a reasonable excuse, this guy was not normal at all. Creed was in every way an animal that he said he was. No man should be able to fight like that, roar or snarl like that unless you weren’t human or if you were a werewolf just like Fenrir was. But maybe that was what being a mutant meant? If the man was a mutant, Fenrir figured that to be the case if the other muggles that used to be on the dance floor said was correct.

Did that mean the short little guy was one as well, after all muggles or even wizards did not have three metal knives coming out between their knuckles? Fenrir shook the thought out of his head, this whole mutant thing was unimportant to him. All he had to concern himself with was his own survival and figure out what to do with Creed. Especially if Fenrir could not beat him or escape him.

What could the man want that would change his mind in killing Fenrir?

Not that he had long to think about it, the situation did not give him long to think about much. So he fled out of the room before fire enveloped everything. Due to the location of the VIP room the stairs leading out was close by. So he headed that way, but as soon as he reached the top of the stairs and looked down he spotted Creed at the bottom of the stairs with a snarl twisting the mans features. Were his eyes always white?! What was that spell… Gl… No! Ga… No! Fenrir thought to himself as he watched Creed bound up the stairs three steps at a time.

Oh ya! Fenrir thought at the last second as he pointed his wand at the stairs and said,

“Glisseo!” It was not really a spell for attack or defense, but it was enough to help the situation. The stairs automatically groaned and flattened with a snap for each stair forming a ramp instead of the stairs that used to be there. It obviously caught Creed off guard because he slipped and slid most of the way down before using those fingernails – claws? - to stop the slide down. Deep grooves carved into the ramp.

Fenrir could not help it, he sighed as he saw the man start to claw his way back up. Fenrir took off towards down the hallway. He really has to find a better area to get a better standing in this fight. And figure out what to do if the man doesn’t ever stop. Fenrir managed to find a back door that led to a fire escape. Another spell came to mind, one that made him grin widely as an excited sound rumbled out of him. He knew just the spell to use against this beast. One that he learned from the Dark Lords former favorite aside from that crazy bitch who usually stuck to him.

With his wand at the read Fenrir waited patiently. It did not take long, however, for Creed to come into view as he bound around the corner in a near frenzy filled with bloodlust. Fenrir could recognize that because it was seen so many times in himself and his fellow wolves turned traitors and weaklings. Fenrir could not help the fact that his heart skipped a beat at the sight of a man whose fangs were larger than what they were when this whole thing started, eyes unnaturally white and claws lengthened and black. Whose heart would not skip a beat? Fenrir bet that even the Dark Lord’s heart would skip a beat, at the sight, if he even had a heart in the first place.

Pausing at the end of the hall for only a moment making no movements to even scan the area in front of him, but without pupils Fenrir could not be sure if Creed did or not. Fenrir shifted slightly, and that seemed to be enough to set Creed off. He charged, Fenrir figured that Creed decided to do that because he was not going to get a chase out of this situation so charging was the only other option. But that was fine; Fenrir can handle that perfectly. In fact it was what Fenrir was what he hoped for.

“Here kitty.” Fenrir growled out, his voice sounding more and more like a growl at the moment as he counted to three silently while Creed came forward with his claws hooked in a threatening way. The guy was a lot faster than what Fenrir expected, but that did not matter all that much.

“Sectumsempra!” Fenrir called out, watching with trepidation as Creed made a perfect move to dodge it. Thank the moon that the hallway was not that large at this end and that made dodging nearly impossible. The spell clipped Creed’s shoulder shocking the man into a full halt, more so after deep wounds started to open rapidly underneath his shirt. Fenrir watched with morbid curiosity as Creed collapsed to his knees while using only one arm to support himself, there was shock as much as there was unexpected pain was written in the man’s expressions. Fenrir grinned savagely.

“Surprise. Didn’t think magic could do more than shoot shit at you huh?” Fenrir mocked with a snide sneer baring his own smaller, but just as deadly yellowing fangs. The man was panting as he clawed at his own shirt for a moment seeing only blood and no cut where a sword would have cut through if it was a sword. That was the beautiful thing about that spell; it caused a lot of damage and left things intact for the most part. For some reason, Fenrir liked that. It was a nice sight to see someone dripping in blood without ruining the rest of the image. Not unless Fenrir wanted that image dirtied and destroyed.

Than he heard it, Fenrir could not believe his ears at first. But it was unmistakable, at first he thought the man was crying due to the sounds and the vibrating of the man’s body. And to see a man like Creed cry, it would have been entertaining. But no. Fenrir only watched in shock as the sound got louder until the man was in full hysteria. He was laughing.

“Is… Is ‘at all ya can do?” Creed forced out between laughter and pain. Was he some sort of masochist?! It would not really surprise Fenrir; he has seen some pretty weird stuff in the muggle’s world that would surprise even the most experienced wizard. So far though the man was not attacking, but you should never trust a calm exterior of any animal. They can be ticking time bombs in Fenrir’s experience.

“Plenty more…” Fenrir growled out, but made no move. The sound of sirens was echoing in the air, coming dangerously closer. Fenrir could not really tell what those sirens meant, law enforcement or medical muggles or what? Fenrir knew enough to know that he should not hang around with those sounds coming closer. Fenrir could hear dogs starting up too due to the loud sounds. Curling his lip slightly he turned back only to find Creed standing face-to-face with him with a wide grin.

“Those sounds usually mean time to go, Mr. Stickman.” Creed mock as he pushed passed and walked casually down the fire escape. The temptation to use glisseo again was almost distracting. Still, Fenrir could not help but think that blood made a nice improvement to the man’s appearance as a whole. Fenrir snarled as red and blue lights caught Fenrir’s attention, he was still out of sight enough for those muggles not to catch sight of him. Fenrir started down the stairs, his next step on what to do was now up in the air. His first plans went to hell in the form of Mr. Creed who was already at the end of the alleyway. All Fenrir wanted to do was clear his name so he could travel freely in the muggle world, but now that was out of the question until he could find another lawyer that might be able to do the same thing for Fenrir. And the fight alone put Fenrir behind, he was still exhausted.

All in all, it was a horrible night. Horribly disastrously wrong. With someone who was just as much of an animal as Fenrir was to blame. Still, he was an animal of like-mindedness so that made Creed nearly tolerable. Tolerable or not, Fenrir was going to kill him one day. But right now, he just had to get away.

---A/N Below---

Authoress Note: So what do you think will happen next? Will Fenrir go off on his own? Will he follow 'Mr. Creed'? Will Creed even allow that to happen? Do you think Creed could heal from his wounds created by magic? And this is a slash pairing, so let me know how you think or feel the first times between them should happen? Or even the second.

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