Victor looked around the Plaza and just took it all in, closing his eyes letting his enhanced senses filter out the various scents he could smell. He could smell beef, lamb, sausages, about eighteen different types of fish as well as god knows how many cheeses.

“C’mon..don’t just stand there drooling…” a gruff and oh so familiar voice said before he got a nudge in the sides that made the blond grunt “Yeah yeah…just enjoyin’ it is all..its not like I’d come down here in the past is it…well save to blow it up or butcher…”

Logan rolled his eyes “Ah shuddup and follow me, that’s in the past, this is the here an’ now Vic.” Victor nodded at this and padded after Logan, stopping to look around at the food on display and for sale, feeling his stomach growl at the onslaught of scents assailing him.

“Fuck this place smells good..but if we don’t get somethin’ to eat soon..”
“Yep..which is why we’re goin’ there…”

Many hours later

It took a LOT to get either Victor or Logan drunk, their healing factor simply had to be overwhelmed and Logan had planned this assault well. Lots of rich filling food combined with a mixture of champagne, wine and of course whiskey and Victor’s beloved cider all built up and worked its magic on both of them.

The door to the Mansion banged open and two men half tumbled, half staggered inside.

“Shhh..shhhh…ya’ll wake everyone up..”
“Don’t ya shsh.hh..me ya big lump..you opened the door to hard..”

Victor grumbled, leaning against Logan for more than a bit of support before he closed the door with a frame rattling SLAM.

“Shhsh!!!” the blond said before realising he was shushing himself.
“Yer an idiot..”
“Uh-huh..’s why ya put up with me.”
“..ya don’t even know what ya sayin’..bloody lightweight..”

Logan directed Victor into the living room, shoving him onto a couch but before he could get from the grumbling blond who was shifting onto his back a pair of brawny arms wrapped round Logan and hauled him back, the two meeting with a soft bump.

“What ya doin…?”
“What’s it feel like?”
“Tryin’ to make my left leg go numb…”
“Always fuckin’ complainin’…” Victor grumbled, his words still somewhat slurry.

Logan just rolled his eyes before he slid off the big blond and moved to sit down, lifting Victor's back up and then resting him against his legs. The blond grumbled and huffed as he was moved.
"Now who's complainin'..." Logan said before he put a hand on the bigger male's chest, rubbing him slowly through his top.
The rubs got a slow, pleased huff from the blond but he didn’t say anything, the pair of former mortal enemies laying together in a comfortable silence. Yes it had been a good day.


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Story by me :)