Animal Attraction.

Chapter 3: Showing Off

Victor snarled as the delicious youth just disappeared.

“Mutant…Freak…Did you see that?” Victor heard the crowd whisper.

He smirked, getting up from his place at the bar. He grabbed the glass Harry had left behind, bringing it to his mouth.

The glass smelled like Harry from where the youth had touched it, and Victor could not resist licking at the fingerprints left behind on the glass.

Delicious.

He could not wait to taste it from the source…

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Harry appeared in his hotel room, some miles away.

That mutant…Victor…he just needed to get away.

Harry quickly gathered his belongings, looked at a map, and Apparated away once more…

He needed to get as far away as possible…

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A few days later…

Harry sunk down in the warm water of bathtub, bubbles covering him to his neck. He brought his hand up out of the water.

Since his trip to Canada, Harry had not had much need for his healing abilities. Just that one time with Victor, when the mutant had dug his nails into his arm, and one other time – a paper cut.

But Harry noticed that his eyes had greatly improved – he could now see perfectly without his glasses.

And his sense of smell…

Harry closed his eyes, taking a deep breath…

He brought his hand to his face and concentrated, focusing on the tips of his fingers. He felt something well up inside him, and then a strong, distinctive scent began to emanate from his skin.

Another mutation…

Harry let his head drop back to the tub with a ‘thunk’.

It was always him…

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A few hours later…

Harry entered the back room of the club, taking in the heavy smoke and the half-naked girls and the poker tables…

He looked down at his hands.

People sometimes marked cards to cheat at poker, but if you got caught…

But who would catch a scent?

Harry smirked to himself, sauntering up to the nearest table and buying in.

It was time to test his luck…

And his sense of smell…

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A little while later…

“Do you have a name, petal?” the dealer drawled with a thick Canadian accent as Harry collected his winnings from yet another hand.

“I do,” Harry responded with a smirk as he picked up his two new cards.

A Jack and a five, unsuited.

He marked the Jack of diamonds with a musky scent and the five of hearts with citrus.
He discreetly inhaled. The dealer’s cards both smelled sweet – which meant that Harry had already marked both of them. Sweet meant a low diamond…

Harry smirked to himself again, glancing around at the table at their spectators - the other men who had already lost all their money…Harry was just too good.

“Are you going to tell me, or can I just call you my little flower?” the dealer asked with his own smirk.

Harry glared at him with fiery green eyes.

“Harry,” he bit out. “Now are we going to play?”

The dealer smirked at him.

“My name would be John,” the man introduced. “I like you, even though you are cheating.”

“Cheating?” Harry asked coolly. “What would make you think that?”

“Because it takes a cheater to beat a cheater,” John admitted with a smirk. “You want to tell me how you are doing it?”

“I’m not cheating,” Harry denied with a small smirk. “Maybe your methods just don’t work on me…and besides, that is awful ballsy of you to admit it when surrounded by men whose money you have taken…”

“Well, I have awful big balls…would you like to see them?” the dealer asked with a toothy smile.

Harry rolled his eyes and chuckled.

“That was one of the worst pick-up lines I have ever heard,” he commented dryly. “Now are you in, or not?”

John laughed, folding his cards and giving Harry the hand.

“I think I am done for the night,” the man stated. “And I do not think our spectators will play with you either…would you like to dance?”

Harry stared at the man incredulously.

“No, I would not,” he refused, standing up and collecting his winnings.

John followed him as he went to leave the club, standing real close and breathing softly on his neck.

“You smell so sweet, my little flower,” he whispered softly, breath sending a shiver down Harry’s spine.

“I am not your anything,” Harry denied, leaving the club and the strange man behind.

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Harry smiled as he counted his winnings…

Five thousand dollars.

Not bad for a few hours play.

Harry frowned as he thought about that strange dealer…John.

Yet another person attracted to his scent.

Harry found that he could excrete distinctively different scents when he concentrated.

When he didn’t…

Harry shuddered.

His emotions just seemed to come out of his pores…

He was slightly angry with John for his behavior, and then he smelled anger, and it just made him angrier…It was a vicious cycle.

He did not want to think what it would be like if he was scared...or, Merlin, horny…

But John was attracted to him…enough to reveal to the patrons of his table that he cheated…enough to cloud his judgment…

It was time for Harry to move on…

He knew from experience that once someone caught his scent, they would not give up until he gave
in or was gone…

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A few weeks later…

Harry sat with his back to the bar, nursing a beer and watching the cage fights with indifferent eyes.

Really, it was just a bunch of men showing off their muscles to earn a few bucks and entice the ladies back to their beds.

Harry rolled his eyes as yet another man was taken down by the large oaf everyone cheered on.

“Two-thousand dollars for whoever can stand up against this Avalanche for a full ten minutes!” the announcer called.

Harry snorted, looking at the man who must have been six foot eight and over three hundred pounds of pure muscle.

Talk about steroids…

“I can take him,” a gruff voice called from the back.

Harry’s breath caught in his throat as a heavily muscled man pushed his way through the crowd to enter the cage.

Merlin…Harry shivered as his eyes followed the man’s every movement…he moved like an animal, all fierce predator and cool confidence.

And those biceps…

Harry could feel his lust rising, exuding that scent that drove everyone around him crazy – including himself. The more he lusted, the more scent he exuded, and the more he turned himself on.

And watching that man take off his shirt to reveal a built, densely furred chest was not helping…

He could just imagine running his hands through that hair as he rode that…

“Name?” the announcer asked, snapping Harry out of his fantasies for a moment.

“You can call me Wolverine, bub,” the man instructed, taking a moment to stretch.

The announcer laughed.

“Oh, you have a cage name already? You think you can survive ten minutes with Avalanche?” the man questioned.

The crowd tittered and laughed, looking from the mountain of a man to the well built animal…They thought Avalanche would win.

Harry knew better.

“The question is: can Avalanche survive ten minutes with him?” he murmured to himself, throat dry and eyes riveted to those rippling muscles.

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Logan smirked, eyes locked on his opponent, when his sensitive ears caught a whisper from the crowd…

“The question is: can Avalanche survive ten minutes with him?”

Logan felt his lust rising at the sound of the husky, lust-filled voice, and he took a deep breath as his keen eyes searched for the source.

Lust was thick in the air, but Logan was used to that – women and men alike got turned on from watching cage fights…between the fighting and the naked skin…

But there was a musky, lust-filled scent on the air that overpowered the other scents in the room.
Logan inhaled the scent deep into himself, feeling his own passions rising higher and higher.

His dark eyes finally locked on a young man nursing a beer by the bar. Messy black hair, smooth pale skin, and fuck-me green eyes…with pupils blown wide with lust.

Their eyes locked, and Logan felt a shiver go down his spine as the youth licked his full pink lips lustily.

That scent…

Logan wanted more of it. He wanted to go up to the young man, drop to his knees, and place his nose where he knew the scent would be strongest…and then he could unbutton those tight jeans and…

“Ready?” the announcer asked, interrupting his thoughts.

Logan nodded, eyes still locked on the young man watching him.

Logan flexed his muscles purposefully, watching as the youth gripped his beer tighter and sat up straighter, green eyes riveted on his every movement.

Logan would give him something to watch…

And then he would offer the youth an up-close look at his muscles later on…

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Author’s Note: Well, John is an original character…and he was basically a plot device to show the effect that Harry can have on people exposed to his scent…But the fact that Harry plays cards might be important later on…^_^

And I hope you liked how I introduced Logan…his cage fight will start the next chapter…

Please let me know what you think so far. I appreciate any comments or suggestions. ^_^

Oh, and let me know if you have any questions. Sometimes I take background knowledge for granted, especially with the X-Men universe…