Victor's Quarters

[Victor Creed]

Victor was the type to sleep in, but not today. There were a lot of finishing touches he had to complete before the events of tonight would unfold. When he awoke his eyes first found the ceiling above. It was the familiar ceiling of his quarters in the brotherhood base. And it wasn't much longer that his mind remembered where he was and that he realized he was trapped. In a sense at least. He felt the light frame of Phoenix partly draped over his own. With an arm over his chest and a leg over his own, it wouldn't be easy to escape. That is of course, if he cared. If she woke up, that was her own problem to deal with not his. But even with his uncaring thoughts he still slipped out of the bed as stealthily as he could manage with those limbs that draped over him in such a manner.

His next mission was a shower and he moved with slow steps towards the adjoining bathroom of the room. He could feel the dried blood that was still lingering upon his skin. Phoenix had indeed made him find her and he had personally showed her what the consequences of that was. The results ending up with blood stained sheets that were left in tatters. Victor's claws were extremely sharp after all, it was hard not to claw things to pieces.

Victor sat under that running water of the shower for a good twenty minutes. The hot water felt good on his skin. Though the hot water wasn't just hot. To a normal person the water would be too hot, burning hot even. Thanks to his healing factor the scalding water wasn't even to bother him in the ways of pain or scarring, but it felt wonderful.

[The Phoenix]

Phoenix awoke from her sleep. Her body was sore and covered in blood, bruises, and scratches. She went to stretch out her body went a sharp pain shot through her shoulder. She fell back on the bed and reached her hand up to feel her shoulder. On her collar bone and down her shoulder were four long and thin gashes. They were scabbed over but her stretching had broken the scabs and they were bleeding freely now.

Her eyes narrowed as her hand fell back down on the sheets. They were shredded and stained in blood. The night had been such a blur after Victor had found her she didn't even remember him giving her the gashes. She stood up and walked over to a mirror that was hanging on the wall. She didn't care if she was still naked. She looked at her collar bone in the mirror and turned to look at the back of her shoulder. The gashes were thin but deep. They were going to scar and she had a feeling that was his intention. He had never left a permanent scar on her before.

Earlier in the night he had warned her to not have him look for her. She had brushed it off and had stayed away from him the rest of the night. She had found her own place to go and she knew that he was going to look for her. When he found her they had gone straight to his quarters and the blood bath started. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at the gashes. they were beautifully made she couldn't deny that but they did not belong on her. Her teeth ground together as she looked at them.

[Victor Creed]

He had finally pried himself out of the shower and walked back out into the room. Steam slipped from the bathroom in wisps of clouds as he ran a towel over his head to dry his face and hair. He also had a towel around his waist, not that he had any real reason to care about modesty. Suddenly the scent of fresh blood hit him and he knew who's blood it was too. He honestly hadn't even noticed that Phoenix had moved from the bed since his head was covered with that towel, but the scent of blood told him another story.

He pulled the towel from his head and looked to the bed. No one there. Amber eyes then turned to look about until he found her looking herself over in the mirror. He couldn't help the wicked smirk that crossed his lips even as he noticed the clenching to her jaw. It seemed that she wasn't too pleased with his handy work. Hmph. had he have not needed to hunt her down like a little bunny he probably wouldn't have lost such control over himself. Not that he hadn't intended on leaving his mark upon the woman anyway...

[The Phoenix]

Phoenix was still looking at herself in the mirror when she felt his presence in the room. She turned towards him with an angry fire in her eyes. How dare he mark her. Now she had to constantly deal with those scars that she knew was going to be there. Her jaw clenched and her lips lifted in a snarl. Her powers were building up as she looked at him. She looked at him and the next thing she knew she had him pinned against the wall and she was in his face.

"How dare you! You bastard!"

Her hand met the side of his face in a slap. She knew it wouldn't do anything but it helped her anger out a bit. She still couldn't believe that he had done this to her. Well...she could in fact. he was down right evil and she loved it. She should have known that this was going to happen eventually. But she was still angry nonetheless. Who wouldn't be angry about this? She didn't even notice that she was still naked and covered in blood. All she cared about right now was holding Victor to the wall but her powers soon gave out and he was released which made her even angrier.

[Victor Creed]

That wicked and confident smirk of his turned into a snarl once he found himself pinned to the wall from the firey blonde. He felt the sting of the slap against his skin but never so much as flinched to the impact. A growl slipped past his throat before he spoke to her, "How dare I?"

This woman was crazy. She should have known by now that it was only a matter of time before he would shed her blood. He was an animal after all. A predator that needed to feed upon the primal instincts that built within him. Unfortunately perhaps, she had saited more than one particular primal instinct the night before. But that didn't change the fact that she was quickly infuriating him now.

As soon as he felt her powers slacken he lashed out. His large hand came forward and grabbed her by the throat. Then just as quickly he whipped her around and pinned her to the very wall he had been stuck against moments ago.

"I do what I want, how I want, to whom I want. You should know this by now." His grip upon her neck hadn't slackened, and while he wasn't attempting to choke her in any manner he still had a firm grip to pin her in place. "Perhaps you will listen to me next time when I tell you not to make me look for you. You weren't prepared for the consequence of denying a primal creature of what they wanted." His eyes stared directly into her own, and while he saw that fire in her eyes his gaze never faultered.

They were both dominant personalities, and maybe this was going to be what finally decided who truly had the control.

[The Phoenix]

She felt his strong hand whip out and grip her throat. She growled at him as she was pinned against the wall. He wasn't choking her but he could have if he wanted to. He could have killed this body and ripped it to shreds. But she would be back. Yes she would be back in Jean's body but she would still be back to take her revenge on him killing this body of her. She liked this body. Her face didn't slacken from her fury as he yelled at her about how he did what he wanted when he wanted. She knew this and she was the same way. He should know this by now as well.

She knew that he wasn't going to expect what she was about to do next. her power had built just enough to reinforce her muscles and make her stronger. She pushed against the wall and lifted her self off the ground and wrapped her legs around his neck. She then threw him to the ground and tightened her calves around his airway. She snarled at him as she sat on his chest with his throat in between her calves.

"And you should know I don't come when I'm called. I come when I please."

[Victor Creed]

He was surprised once more to find himself in this position. She could move so fast when she tried and those powers were quite unpredictable at times. He growled and grabbed her legs, prying them from his neck before he sat up. With the strength to lift a car like a tin can, her legs were no match.

As soon as he sat up he had her in his grip again. Leaning forward he moved to brace his feet upon the ground and lifted her up with him. With surprising speed her carried her to the bed and dropped her down upon it.

"Then what is the problem?" He snarled at her and simply stood at the side of the bed, no longer touching her. He stared at her, it was a legitimate question. What were they really fighting over? Other than who was the more dominate one. They always fought about that...but what really caused this fight? The longer it lasted the more he had forgotten what had started it all. It had been that claw mark hadn't it? She hadn't minded the mark he put in Jean's body. What was the difference? He waited to see what she'd say.

[The Phoenix]

She landed on the bed as Victor picked up her and dropped her there. She hadn't really thought that she could hold him down. She had only wanted to show him that she was not one of the other women he had been with. She would not submit to him and let him have the control. That just wasn't her. She wouldn't just lay back and let him do what he wanted to her. She grabbed a part of the sheet that wasn't so shredded and covered up her naked body. It wasn't that she was trying to be modest she could really care less.

"This is my body. I didn't care before because that wasn't my body. It was a prison I was stuck in. I did not give you permission to mark me! That is the problem! I'm not a rag doll you can just throw around, Victor! I will not submit fully to you no matter how hard you try."

She winced slightly as she moved her shoulder and it cracked again. She tried not to show it. Usually pain didn't bother her. Usually she welcomed pain especially when he was the one dealing it out to her but not today. Her eyes were still alight with that angry fire. She just wanted to tear his skin off of his body but she knew it wouldn't do anything. He would just heal.

[Victor Creed]

He listened to her rant and rave and found it rather amusing. Cute really. She was like a puppy that sat and barked at something it thought was either out of place or wrong. And truth be told he did feel a little bad about the wince that came to her face.

"As if you would ever give that permission Darlin'." He actually hadn't intended on doing such a thing. In the heat of it all...it just happened. Victor was ruled by his emotions and she happened to pay for that last night. He could apologize...but he wouldn't. "An' if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have that body." He had indeed done all of the work. The research and the extraction of the woman that The Phoenix now inhabited. And he refrained from mentioning that he's saved her before. But if she kept this up he may just get bored from a woman that was so high maintenance.

His arms folded over his chest. "I'd let ya scratch me if it'd make you feel better, but we all know how that goes." That wicked smirk returned again, more amused that she was so angry than anything else.

[The Phoenix]

Phoenix looked up at him and laughed a little as he said she could scratch him if she wanted. She really did have the notion to start tearing his skin off but that would have to wait until later. She crossed her legs and studied him as he crossed his arms over his broad chest. She looked his body over as he stood there in just a towel. He was a very handsome man and she knew he was an animal.

He was right. He had gotten her the body. He had done all the work without her even asking him to do it. Yes, she could have gotten the body herself but he had taken the initiative to do it for her. He had even chosen women that he liked. She had known that without her even being told. He had done it to keep her around maybe? She didn't really know. She could always leave if she wanted but would he care? Would he track her down? he had told her that she was his and to be honest she couldn't really picture herself with anyone else right now.

She stood up and walked over to him. her hand reached out for his cheek and laid it there on his rough and scruffy skin. She caressed it and let her fingernails dig in and draw blood. She smirked and brought her blood covered finger to her lips tasting his blood. Her eyes alight with a new fire now.

"You're right."

[Victor Creed]

Victor closed his eyes as she dragged her nails into his skin. It was far harsher then what his claws could do but he healed all the same. The pain was partly satisfying and even brought out a growl from his chest. And while ideas of throwing her back down on that bed wandered through his mind, there was still a lot to do today.

Had he heard that correctly? She just admitted that he was right? Ha, first time for everything he supposed.

"You should get dressed." What was that? Yes, that was a suggestion. Not an order. Regrettably he moved away from her so that he could go to the closet and find himself some clothes to wear as well. He settled for a good old pair of jeans and a white shirt that clung to his muscles perfectly. Not that he personally cared about such a thing.

"The rendezvous point is in the alley off of 7th street. It's about a block from where the rally is being held. Don't be late." Not that he really cared if she was late or not, her part in the plan wasn't as pivotal as others. And really he didn't care what she did from now til then either. He was lost in thought of his own plans as he grabbed his coat and headed for the door

[Victor Creed]

-A New Start...sort of-

They had spent about a month in Canada before he had to bring Phoenix back to some semblance of civilization. She was a lot to deal with and without something to preoccupy herself other than him.

At least here she could shop or do whatever it was that she did. Certainly the heat had died off from the rally enough to allow them to even go back to New York. Time would tell really.

As soon as they had reached the base he had disappeared for a time, mostly to get his aggression out in a good workout. At least the base had a nice set up for that department. Another hour passed before he left his workout for a shower. He felt better now that he had been able to stretch his muscles and evicerate from imaginary foes. It wasn't as fullfilling as killing real foes. After all he couldn't smell the blood on these fake ones. But it would be enough to break a sweat and require him to take a nice shower. The water was hot, almost boiling hot. His skin sizzled as he stood underneath the showerhead. With his muscles less tense he finally emerged from the shower and dried himself off. He pulled on a pair of sweat pants and left it at that as he left the bathroom into his quarters while he still toweled off his hair.

[The Phoenix]

Phoenix had been thankful that Victor had finally decided that they could leave the wilderness of his cabin in Canada and go back to actual civilization. She had been cooped up for too long and it had showed in her temper. The night that they had cooked dinner together peacefully had vanished as soon as it had showed up. Her mood had been fluxuating rapidly because of her hormones. She didn't even realize it half the time until it was too late. A month had passed though and once they had made it to New York the first thing she did was go out shopping.

The heat had died down a lot from the rally so she didn't feel unsafe walking down the streets of the city going from shop to shop. She probably would have just killed anyone who tried to take her in if she saw them. Her mind was ticking and anyone who said anything wrong to her would find their blood on her hands.

She was exhilarated to be back in the city where she could actually find something to do rather than sit in Victor's cabin bored out of her mind. She had entertained herself with him though and the nights would forever be unforgettable. But there was more to life than just a few passionate nights.

Her arms laden with many shopping bags as she entered The Brotherhood headquarters and made her way down to Victor's quarters. They were staying there for the time being but she wanted to find a new apartment to live in. She was in the mood for spending money and the many things she had bought today showed it. She walked into the room and threw the bags on the bed. Her eyes flicked up as she saw Victor standing there in a pair of sweat pants obviously just getting out of the shower. She raised an eyebrow and smirked feeling playful.

"You couldn't have waited for me?"

[Victor Creed]

Victor smirked at her as she implied that she would have wanted to take the shower with him. "Yer showers aren't hot enough for me Darlin'." Of course there was that and she would have been distracting, which was probably what she wanted anyway. Which made him think about rephrasing what he had just said. "Temperature wise..." Victor was getting a little better at trying to curb possible arguments from the wild mood swings. Of course with his attitude if she wouldn't get over a subject he just walked out the door and disappeared for a few hours. He always came back...so far.

His eyes turned over to the bed then to see all the bags that she had dropped off. "Get enough things?" Yea it was a little sarcastic of him but he really couldn't understand why she shopped so much. At least maybe now he wouldn't have to hear about how bored she was. Curiousity had one of his claws reach out to tip a bag in his direction so he could peer inside and see what she had been out buying. Clothes, he assumed.

[The Phoenix]

Phoenix smiled and laughed a little as he said her showers weren't hot enough for him. Oh she could make them hot just not the water per say. She always liked showering with him. If they happened to get bloody she didn't have to worry about it sticking to her all night if she fell asleep. That and she didn't have to constantly buy bed sheets for their bed every time they wanted to be intimate. She had finally just given up and bought out a whole bedding store of their bedware and stored them in a closet so she didn't have to go all the way into town if she didn't want to. Victor had laughed at her when she had come back with all of the sheets. But she didn't care.

Her eyes flashed with irritation as he asked if she had gotten enough things. Why did he care anyways? Not like it was his money! She could buy all the things she pleased without him judging her about it. She liked to shop what was so wrong with that? She growled slightly and her skin rippled with the slight anger. The mood swings she had been experiencing lately had been unbearable and she knew she still had seven and a half more months to go where it would probably just get worse every day.

She watched him walk towards one of the bags and try and look into it. She slapped his hand away like a mother would to her child if they were reaching into the cookie jar. That bag wasn't for her. Well it was but more in a sense it was for Victor. He probably wouldn't care but she did.

"That is for later. Although I don't even know why I bought it it's just going to be ripped to shreds anyways."