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Thursday, November 19, 2009

Role Reversal

A bit of novelty here.

This is another Logan/Remy RP between me and aceoheartscajun/TheMadSlasher from y!Gallery. Only this time, we've got a twist...instead of the usual me-as-Logan and Slasher-as-Remy, he decided to play Logan (as seen in his amazing story, "A Different Kind of Predator"), and let me try my hand at being everyone's favorite master thief from the bayou. ^_^

I'm very eager for feedback on this one! Let me know what you think!

~*~

LOGAN: "Yeah Cajun... be my predator and I'll be yers... stalk me across tha rooftops and I'll hunt ya through the woods... "

REMY: "What you gon' do when y'catch Remy, big man?" *arrogant grin, defiant flash in his eyes*

LOGAN: "I'm gonna tear that coat off ya.... then lay ya down against somethin' soft... a bed o'moss... or maybe I'll take ya back ta my cabin first.... then... I'm gonna taste my prize, lickin' ya all over..." [something between a snarl and a smirk is on his face, he licks his lips as he growls]

REMY: *His smirk stays in place, eyes smoldering with lust...then he abruptly produces a card, glowing brilliantly with energy, and flips it at Logan's feet. It explodes in a satisfyingly brilliant FLASH, and when the smoke clears, Remy is gone, only his low, seductive laughter lingering behind to mark his passage*

LOGAN: [the Canadian chuckles darkly... he feels his mind cloud ever so slightly, parts of himself dissolving into the animal.. yer gonna regret that he thinks to himself as a mischievous smirk spreads its way across his mouth. His posture becomes just a bit more slouched as be bounds off, following that irresistable scent of his fellow predator]

REMY: Can' stay on de groun'...de hunt'll be over b'fore it's even prop'ly begun. *Luckily, in addition to being the world's greatest thief and charmer, Remy is an incredible acrobat. The low-hanging tree branches are easy to grab and swing up onto, and from there it's a matter of leaping from one limb to the next, like a lithe, trenchcoat-clad Tarzan.*

LOGAN: The trail disappears. Logan's mind reacts, Keep cool... its Rems, he's gonna go up. The thought of that lithe, muscular, endlessly competent body awaiting him at the end of the chase, shut tha fuck up hormones... gotta catch a Cajun. He pops his claws and leaps up to the nearest tree branch. Sinking his claws in and crawling skywards, he catches the scent again; the slightest notes of spice and sweat.. Keep yer head cool... ya can't hunt him when yer feral, he's too fuckin' smart... and I wouldn't want him any other way. He sets off in the direction, following his nose.

REMY: Logan huntin' smart, him. Good...Remy like it when he outt'ink me. In terms of agility, the two men are evenly matched, Logan's sheer muscle compensating for his greater weight while Remy's lighter body isn't burdened with adamantium, but otherwise is simply that of a well-trained human. Mebbe I use dat t'my advantage? He starts hopping from heavier branches to lighter ones, ones that creak slightly under his weight. Risky bus'ness, dis...but ma Pere always say, no risk, no reward. If Logan is made to cry 'Uncle' during this contest, Remy plans to give him a very great reward indeed...

LOGAN: He keeps following the scent; spice and sweat and thoughts of having that handsome thief writhing under his caress sending rushes of energy down towards his cock. He smelled the fragrance ascend... so did he. Clambering rather than leaping from branch to branch; Logan climbed progressively higher... there's only one voice in his head; it speaks of appetites and cravings and yet does not desire violence as it used to... not towards Remy. The urges however, were just as primal. Flecks of spittle were on his lips as he kept climbing.... And then he heard it... his hearing picked it up; a slight crack; branches straining. His face scowls deeply, fuck... Relax Logan... think... you ain't a goddamned animal... well, not in THAT way at least... The smirk returns as he moves to lower branches but keeps pursuing. His claws dig into the tree trunks, so he can stay anchored safely. Ya ain't gettin' away Gumbo... Im on tha fuckin' hunt...

REMY: *He can hear Logan, not far behind. The low, near-constant growl, the heavy, panting breath...all sounds that cause Remy's cock to swell and stiffen in the pants of his costume.* OK, M'seu Cerval...I let your libido wait long 'nough. Conveniently enough, he's right above Logan's cabin...a somersault onto the roof, a short drop from the awning onto the porch, and some fancy lockwork gets him inside. Leaving the door open, he throws a lightly-charged card into the wood-stocked fireplace, strips off his shirt (though the coat stays on; he knows how much Logan loves taking that off him!), and spreads himself on Logan's wolfskin rug as the blaze spreads warmth into the hearth, and then the entire room, licking his lips as he eyes the door.*

LOGAN: The feral recognizes the rocks and trees... and suddenly experiences a flame of anger that is almost instantly transmuted into lust. Jumping down to the floor of the forest, he eyes the cabin; smoke rising into the air. Part of him stung... cunnin' bastard Cajun, yet even knowing Remy had that above him somehow made what was to come sweeter. He strolled towards the cabin; all but one claw re-sheathed. The lone claw picked the buttons off of his shirt one by one; slowly exposing the muscular, black-furred slabs of his chest to the air. As a bead of sweat trickled down his neck and through the hair of his chest, he opened the door and suddenly felt his entire blood supply race below his waist as he saw exactly what his reward was.... dark, smoldering demon eyes; endlessly agile muscle that glittered with sweat in the scarlet light of the flames.... he was momentarily rendered speechless.

REMY: *Lets out a low purr of arousal at the sight of Logan, baring himself to his gaze. The pants of his costume are straining to hold his cock in, his breath coming in near-panting gasps.* "Logan...Dieu, you so sexy like dis. Come 'ere, you beau'ful man...le' Remy give you de t'rill at de end o'de hunt...all de pleasure you deserve, mon couer..."

LOGAN: The Canadian doesn't even speak. His icy eyes show no emotion as he quickly discards his shirt. He walked towards the Cajun sprawled on the wolf pelt; the tall man's arousal confirming exactly what Logan knew. Had it all planned, didja? The thought made him smirk as he got down on his knees; straddling the Cajun's legs beneath him. He licked his lips; the dangerous gleam in his own eyes met with the demanding smolder in the others... Nothin' more satisfyin' than this... "Fuck yeah Remy.... I fuckin' wantcha... wanna lick ya all over than ride yer dick than fuck ya real long and slow.... " He looks at the thin trail of cinnamon hair down the Cajun's torso and suddenly leans down; his tongue gathering up the sweat gathered there... salt, adrenaline, need, and that inimitable spice of Remy... the feral took a long, deep breath and purred.

REMY: *lets out a long, shaky moan at the feel of Logan's tongue.* "Oui, cher...do it, do it all, anyt'ing you like, ev'ryt'ing you want...Remy wan' make y'feel nice, 'cause Remy feel nice when he wit' you." *his still-coated arms wrap around Logan, engulfing the feral in the scents of leather, sweat, silk, and spice that are the Cajun's stock in trade*

LOGAN: "Shit Cajun, yer just too nice," he growls through his smirk as his tongue travels lower. Away from the thief's chest and down the abdomen, and ever further until the waistband of Remy's pants attempts to stop him. His teeth defy those clothes; pulling at the waistband and freeing Remy's long manhood from the confines... Logan's tongue begins to word its way up and down the tall column of flesh; the salty taste and the slight feel of the Cajun's pulse only driving his hunger into overdrive. The feral suddenly engulfs Remy's manhood in his maw; hot tongue swirling and savouring.

REMY: *he's now clad only in his signature leather trenchcoat and fingerless gloves, and Logan's mouth and tongue are conspiring to send him into orbit* "Sapriste! Damn, Logan...you almos' as good at dat as me...Oohhhh..." *His hands entwine themselves in Logan's hair and grip his head gently as his hips rock back and forth with the litheness of a dancer, his auburn hair flying like a flame when a particularly delicious stroke of the tongue causes his body to convulse in pleasure* "Dieu...You so hot, cher, an' you bein' so good t'Remy..."

LOGAN: Logan would smirk at the Cajun's arrogance if it weren't for the cock in his throat. Yeah Cajun, ya know how much a prize ya are.... As he coats the Cajun's manhood with slick saliva, he growls and lets the vibrations flow into the auburn-haired thief. He slowly withdraws Remy's length from his throat and shucks his own jeans off; the warmth of the fire and softness of the wolf pelt against his own legs pales into insignificance to those dark eyes rolled back in lust. Quickly the Feral slides upwards and positions the rock-hard length between his ass cheeks. His own fist grabs his thickness and slides up and down the length as he moves backwards slowly; a momentary twist of pain quickly being swept aside with an expression of pure rapture. That long, throbbing hardness enters him; his own thick manhood begins leaking precum as he takes Remy's cock inside himself. A long, rumbling purr swells from his lungs as he feels his teammate's cock fill him.

REMY: *gasps at Logan's sudden initiative, then lets out a slow, deep moan of pleasure as the feral sinks down onto his cock. The Cajun's hands go to Logan's ass, gripping the muscular, firm globes as he pants in lust, watching Logan impale himself on his cock* "Ohhhh...Logan, you beau'ful beast, you incre'ble man...you feel so hot an' tight 'round Remy...Remy love dis. Go 'head, cher...make love t'Remy's cock. Make y'self feel as good as Remy feel righ' now."

LOGAN: He grunts approvingly as he feels the skilled fingertips dig into his butt. His own callused fingers are coiled around his own shaft and pistoning slowly; making each stroke count. Remy's words only add more pleasure; that deep, smoky, depraved voice saying what he loves to hear. And at the center of all this pleasure is that hardness slowly moving within him; pressing into every sensitive spot he had, sliding in and out as he moved against the Cajun. "Remy... awrgh fuckin' damn Rems... yer so fuckin' hot... so deep inside me damn it..." His own hand gripped harder, as if trying to dam the flow of energy down his spine.

REMY: *his ability to form words is becoming more limited by the minute, as the sight, sound, smell, and feel of Logan pushes him closer and closer to the brink.* "Logan...ahh, merde, you so good at dis...Remy no' gonna las' much longer...den it be your turn t'fuck me..." *His cock is like iron inside the feral, his eyes burning into him, as he lets loose his charm power, washing over Logan with a particularly strong upward thrust of his hips.*

LOGAN: The rush of charm intoxicated him and made it a complete surprise when that long shaft stabbed his prostate. A torn mix of a cry and roar was ripped from his throat; the heat of the steel length within him and the stroking of his own fingers around his thickness; his composure collapsed. His body went rigid for a second before jerking seemingly at random; droplets of sweat were launched into the air with the ferocious convulsions. His essence erupted forth; spilling over his hand and onto Remy's abdomen. He gasped the Cajun's name one final time as he plunged downwards onto the thief's cock again*

REMY: "MON DIEU! LOGAN!!!" *he lets out a cry of pure passion as his cock swells and bursts inside his feral lover, his climax hot on the heels of Logan's own, body convulsing as he clutches Logan's muscled ass with bruising force. His eyes fly open, the burning red irises rolling back until only black is visible as he shudders violently, his entire being overwhelmed with ecstasy. When the orgasm is finished, Remy slumps heavily back onto the rug, dragging Logan down with him for a hot, sticky, sweaty embrace, the racing of his heart audible between their bodies.*

LOGAN: The savage wraps his own thick, hairy arms around the thief; the Cajun's cock still buried inside him and both of them still buried in wolf pelt. The rasps of his breathing punctuate the rhythm of Remy's heartbeat as he slides off the Cajun's length with obvious reluctance. He feels the healing factor kick in and his thick manhood return. He thrusts his hips forward; rubbing his length against the Cajun's sweat-slick abs. "Want it?" he says, tone playful and challenging

REMY: *Gives Logan a long look, then a smirk.* "Y'have t'ask, homme? Remy always want it from y', cher...'specially after de ride you jus' gave me." *His legs spread wide, revealing the light dusting of hair around his clean, dark entrance...his whole body glistens with a sheen of sweat now, and his just-spent cock twitches, already stirring to life* Dieu...you'd t'ink I had a healin' factor of m'own. Logan jus' do dat t'me, tho'...he jus' so damn sexy.

LOGAN: The Canadian licks his lips as he gazes right into those scary, beautiful eyes. He smirks as he runs his arms down Remy's form and finds a half-closed pocket on the thief's coat. He reaches in and finds a tube of lube... Cunnin' bastard. Quickly he slathered his fingers with the cool gel and then two digits careful moved towards the Cajun's willing ass.

REMY: "Never le' it be said dat Remy don' come prepared..." The Cajun never takes his eyes off Logan as he prepares him, leaning up to kiss him hotly, tenderly, before trailing his mouth down to the succulent nipples, the black-furred pecs, the rippling abs...he loves every inch of Logan's body, the feel, the look, the taste...and he's not shy about letting Logan know it, either. "Go 'head, Logan...you know you de bes' I ever had...now make dis Cajun scream y'name again."

LOGAN: The slowly-spreading fingers are withdrawn from the Cajun's relaxed, needy hole as the Canadian growls softly at every touch of Remy's soft lips. The tongue coaxes small groans from him, fuck that TONGUE is so goddamn good! The teeth on his nipples and to know it's GAMBIT doing that.... the head of his cock rests against the Cajun's entrance. "Fuck Rems.... yer a total fuckin' sex god..... so damn strong and determined..." capable, competent... ain't gonna die on me, he pressed the head into Remy, just slightly increasing the pressure as he whispered, "yer another predator... thats why I wantcha."

REMY: *looks up at Logan fiercely for a moment, with a dangerous smile hinting at the true depths of his predatory nature. Then his eyes slide closed and he lets out a slow, lustful moan as he feels Logan's cock slide into him...Remy loves being fucked, especially by his fellow predator, and he loves letting him know it, too* "You jus' as good as me, cher...you worthy o'everythin' dis Cajun c'n give y'...so go 'head, homme. Don' hol' back"

LOGAN: Just as good as him, huh? he smirks, seeing the implication; "that's high praise," he growls as he reaches the very hilt of his cock. His manhood is surrounded with the unrelenting tightness and heat of Remy. He breathes in as he stays there, watching the strands of cinammon hair sprawl out over the wolfskin rug, watching beads of sweat move down the Cajun's body, watching those infinitely dextrous muscles tense and move... "yer so fuckin' handsome... so fuckin' hot... shit yer an awesome lay Gumbo..." He plants a kiss right on the thief's throat, "I'm gonna pound ya inta tha rug... want that? Like feelin' tha pelt on yer back?"

REMY: "Remy love it..." *without taking Logan's cock out of his ass, Remy slithers out of his coat like a snake shedding its skin. Now completely naked, he pulls Logan closer with his arms and legs, feeling feral skin and hair above him and luxurious wolf pelt below...the sensations cause him to moan in pure, unadulterated passion as his cock springs fully back to life between his belly and his lover's.* "Remy love ev'thing y'do t'him, y'sexy, primal man...Go 'head, Logan...gimme all y'got...an' don' stop talkin'...Remy like it when y'talk dirty."

LOGAN: The feral growls as he watches Remy lie there, sandwiched between himself and the rug. Every patch of his own skin now presses onto the thief's torso, the bodies grinding together perfectly. He smirks, withdrawing his manhood slightly before he thrust it straight back inside the taller man. "Ain't gonna stop talking Rems, not when I'm fuckin' ya.... yer just so fuckin' hot I have ta keep sayin' it," he rasps, punctuating words with thrusts into the thief. His hands dig into the wolf pelt as he slams into Remy.

REMY: *Loves the sound of Logan's voice washing over him, the feel of him pounding into him...the flesh, the fur, the sweat, need, heat, passion...Remy's mind stops working for a moment beyond the simplest concepts as he gives himself completely over to the lust and, yes, love (there, he said it, and consequences be damned!) he feels for Logan. All the myriad sensations explode like a supernova inside him as his eyes roll back in his head again, and he lets out a long moan that escalates into a full-blown cry of ecstasy* "Oh, Dieu...LOGAN!!!!" *For the second time that night, his cock swells and explodes in a geyser of his essence, in his fist this time instead of Logan's ass, but his own leather gloved fist...not that it's any less intense for that. His legs clench convulsively aroud the beautiful feral's waist and drag him to him, burying him to the hilt inside Remy and holding him there with inhuman, ecstasy-driven force, while Remy thrashes and writhes and screams in pure, unadulterated pleasure*

LOGAN: The feral's grunting and thrusting can only go on for so long; adrenaline and endorphines keep Logan hooked on slamming into the insanely handsome body below him. His hand wrenches again at the fur as he feels the energy inside him reach critical mass. With one final roar he climaxes again; sweat dripping down his torso as he shoots his load inside the Cajun. His own icy eyes are locked onto the burning coals that are Remy's; eyes that never fail to stare back as ruthlessly and challengingly as he can contemplate.

Friday, October 2, 2009

DamonBaird double-feature!

aceoheartscajun proves his RP versatility again in these two great fics starring a great character from a...not-so-great game. (Sorry, GoW fans!)

Damon Baird from Gears of War is the only person in that entire game I can stand. aceohearts (in his alternate name of cynical_techie) plays a magnificent version of him. Here's a couple of scenes to illustrate my point: one between him and my Forge (the version from Wolverine and the X-Men, poor abused nerd that he is), and one between Baird and Cid Highwind, his might-as-well-be-a-clone from Final Fantasy VII.

NOTES: 1) The Logan Baird is so gleefully bashing is the version from "Wolverine and the X-Men," a right royal hypocrite in my book. 2) Since he has no real name in the comics, some fandoms have given Forge the real name "Will Fireforge." I liked it so I'm using it. ^_^

Enjoy!

~*~

BAIRD: "Hey there handsome." [smirks at Forge]

FORGE: "Hi, yourself." *grin, god he's huge. I hope he's not hungry*

BAIRD: "I watched your show. Sucks when a smart guy is underappreciated by a thrice-lobotomized brute"

FORGE: "Well, I'm kinda used to it...you know, 'fix the Danger Room, Forge,' 'tune up the Blackbird, Forge,' 'stop drooling over Storm, For...' Um. Oops." *BLUSH*

BAIRD: [chuckles] "Nothin' to apologize for man. But fuck.." [he walks closer to Forge, smirking] "I hate seeing when people like you don't get the respect they deserve"

FORGE: "Thanks...I appreciate that." *stomach chooses this time to let out a very loud GROWL* "Oh geez...sorry, with all the work I've been doing I kinda...forgot to grab lunch."

BAIRD: "Hell, I'll take you to a place I know. They have some fuckin' great stuff. You've earned a fuckin' break man" [places arm around Forge's shoulders, ever so subtly]

FORGE: "Really? Thanks! Um..." *turns over a gizmo in his hands* "...you mind if I bring this along? It's something I'm sorta tinkering with right now...keep my hands busy and stuff, you know..." *God he's big...not half-bad looking either...and he's nice to me*

BAIRD: "Not at all man. Looks like a useful device too. Don't know how you stand that asshole Logan you know.. reminds me of someone I fuckin' hated"

FORGE: "He wasn't always like that...he used to be, well...I wouldn't say 'nice,' but he didn't treat people like he does now." *Forge looks down at his device, fiddling with the knobs* "This thing...it's kinda...I don't know if it's the right thing to do, but...I just really miss the old Logan. It's a behavioral modification device...not brainwashing, really, I'm not like that!...just...I dunno, I'm not explaining this too well." *BLUSH BLUSH BLUSH*

BAIRD: [gets his lancer off his back] "I wanted to do the same thing with the bastard I knew. Using this as my behavioral modification device" [evil smirk] "If you can fix whatever the fuck's gone wrong in your Logan, do it. If not... well.. if he ain't gonna give a smart guy the respect he deserves, I can" [now a more 'inviting' smirk]

FORGE: *very quiet voice* Can I have both?

BAIRD: [smirks again... he fuckin' deserves both!] "Sure thing, smart guy."

FORGE: "Um...wow. You really want to? S-sure...I'd like that." *moves a little closer to the big smart blond man, his face going three different shades of red, but his eyes set and determined. He's not going to chicken out of this one...he wants it.*

BAIRD: "So would I. I see it all the fuckin' time. Smart people used and treated like crap. No one fuckin' understands how much they all need us..." [Damon moves closer and runs his hands over the man's slender shoulders. His lips press against Forge's.. blond soul patch scraping against a black goatee]

FORGE: *once the kiss hits him, something in Forge transforms. His lean arms go around Baird's massive shoulders as he melts into the bigger man's body, hands running through that short blonde hair and trailing over that scarred, but still beautiful body. It's been so long since anyone's shown him this kind of affection...and now he just can't get enough.*

BAIRD: Damon's tongue parts Forge's lips and runs along his teeth. It presses against Forge's own. He wraps the slender engineer in his arms; I was skinny once too. His hands moved up and down the black-haired man's back.

He felt the same thing he felt with Cid... Hank... Hal... that he wasn't the only smart man in a world of idiots. It was tainted by bitterness of knowing he wasn't the only exploited and disrespected smart guy either... but that didn't matter. Fenix, the so-called Logan that Forge knew, they weren't here.

He felt Forge's hands creep under his tank top and run up his torso. They ignored the scars. Even Baird didn't think about that. Sera was a world away.

He broke the kiss and moved down to the zip on Forge's jumpsuit. Grabbing it between his teeth; he pulled it down.

FORGE: *his skin is exposed, almost completely devoid of hair...he is Native American after all, even if he doesn't look it, his skin gone pale from all the time he's spent in sub-basements and workshops, out of the light of day. But that's all over now; he has someone who wants him, who wants to make him happy. His hands pull at Baird's clothes, turnabout being fair play after all, and as he pulls the tanktop off that scarred torso, his mouth finds a succulent, relatively undamaged nipple and kisses it, tongue flicking over the nub hotly*

BAIRD: The built blond growls as he feels the tongue on his nipple.
"Fuck man... Forge.. geez you're good at that..."

His left hand is on Forge's chest now; rolling the nipple between his rough fingers. Slowly he pulls and tugs at the sensitive flesh of his fellow genius. He even has goggles... fuck he's cute. His left hand pulled the jumpsuit down below Forge's waist.

FORGE: *leaves a trail of kisses up to Baird's neck, where he licks the rim of the bigger man's ear then whispers,* Call me Will...
*his cock springs free, long and lean, surrounded by dark black hair and already standing stiff and hard at a sharp 90-degree angle*

BAIRD: Baird's rough hand instantly ensnares Forge's cock and begins pumping it slowly; his index finger massaged the spot directly beneath the head.

"Sure Will... call me Damon... fuck I want ya man.. fellow smart guy..."

The hand that was pulling Will's nipple now strokes his whole chest; up and down. Affectionate, genuinely warm touches. Bet no one's ever been nice to him... always kicking him around.. no wonder he's so timid.

FORGE: "I-I know what you mean...Damon, you're...God, you're amazing...so smart and strong, inside and out..." *Will sinks to his knees, his hands trailing over Baird's body as his fingers hook into the waist of Baird's pants and pull, slowly, revealing Damon's legs and manhood to the inventor's worshipping eyes*

DAMON: Baird breathes in and looks at the man before him; the man drooling over his cock.
"Yeah Will, suck me off. Make me cum. And unlike the bastards back home I'll give all of it back to ya... give ya what you've been entitled to an denied.. C'mon smart guy, make me feel good, then I'm gonna repay you."

Ingonyama2004: FORGE: "Y-you got it..." *then his mouth engulfs Damon's cock, head bobbing back and forth as his tongue dances across it, his skilled hands reaching up to toy with Damon's nipples in time with his motions. Despite his inexperience, he has plenty of enthusiasm, and an intuitive knowledge of what he himself would appreciate, and he puts that to good use as he blows this amazing, brilliant, fiery, rebellious man.*

DAMON: The tall engineer throws his head back and moans. The swirling sucking heat around his thick shaft... he bites his bottom lip to prevent himself crying out. He grunts when he feels those skilled fingers on his nipples. His hand grips the back of Forge's head and guides the black-haired man up and down his shaft.

"Fucking hell Will... goddammit... c'mon genius.. you got a real skill at this man.... smart and handsome and so fucking worthy..."

FORGE: Keep talking like that, and I'll do anything you want. *He can't say it aloud because his mouth is full, but he tries his best ito express it by redoubling his efforts. His hands squeeze the globes of Damon's ass, their firm musculature turning him on like he couldn't imagine, and a finger strays down between the cheeks, tentatively probing at the rim of the dark opening it finds there*

DAMON: The hulking blond growls and pushes back onto Forge's finger... he knew he was going to give this to Will. The man deserved to feel admired for once in his life. And if I run into the fuckface Logan that treated him like shit I'm gonna to ta him what I wanted to do to Fenix! The hands kneaded his ass and the heat swirled around his manhood.

"Will... fucking dammit yer a good cocksucker, and after this I want you to fuck me." He gasps and grunts through his words.

FORGE: *feels a surge of elation at the words, his lips and teeth and tongue going mad to bring this sexy man to completion* You deserve this, Damon... *he feels like a human being now, not a tool...Damon's offering to give back, not just take, and that is the sexiest thing anyone's ever done for him.*

DAMON: His hips piston his shaft in and out of the young mutant's tight, talented throat. He growls and grunts as the energy builds within his loins. The swirling tongue, heat and tightness... having his fellow smart guy get him off.. He finally explodes in one giant, triumphant moan, feeding his ego, feeding Will's too.

As he finished emptying his seed, he tossed a tube of lube to the slender man.
"Alright handsome. Your turn" he smirks as he lowers his khakis. His ass is flat but muscled; a few stray blond hairs and scars are visible there.

WILL: *swallows every drop with moans of relish, happy to drink the seed of this man who's been so encouraging, so empowering...when he sees him strip, Forge swallows hard, but his libido, his respect for this man, trumps his nervousness. He pours a sizable dollop of lube into his hand, working it between the muscular cheeks as his other hand works its way around Damon's body* "You feel incredible, Damon...I promise I won't hurt you...I want you to feel as good as you've made me feel...you deserve respect too, and I admire you so damn much right now..." *the first finger slides into Baird's entrance as Forge talks, gentle and slow*

DAMON: Baird softly purrs as the first finger enters him. It doesn't hurt; he's done this with Hal and Cid. Plus, smart guys know how to relax their partner, unlike Fenix who always has Dom walking funny for the next fuckin' week. He smirks at the thought.

"I know ya won't hurt me. You're too smart to do that..." He closes his cobalt eyes as he hears those words... saying what he loves hearing. What he knows to be true, but almost no one acknowledges. No one before Hal, Emma, Cid, Hank.. and now Will. Fuck its nice not being the One Sane Man any fuckin' more. His ego swells as much as his cock does; returning to its hard state.

"C'mon, gimme another... I want it.. I wantcha.."

WILL: "Okay..." *Still shy, even under these circumstances. Still eager to please. Will slides his second finger in alongside the first, slowly and carefully preparing Damon. His patience seems inhuman, especially as horny as he clearly still is...but Will would rather cut off his own dick than hurt Damon.* "You'll get me, Damon...soon...I want to give it to you so badly, you're incredible...smart and strong and sexy..." Unable to resist, Forge leans over Damon and kisses him deeply while his fingers open him up. He's falling, and falling hard.

BAIRD: Damon growls a bit louder when the second finger enters; feeling his ass being spread and openned. He recognizes the tentativeness in the voice... just like Hal. Typical, its only smart people that'll ever respect each other. He breathes in; eyes open and close, jaw clenches and relaxes. Those lips descend upon his and he kisses back fiercely; tempting and encouraging the slender genius. He wants to talk back; massage Forge's ego into the big raging fireball it should be... but can't with that tasty mouth on his.

FORGE: *keeps the kissing and the fingering going, only pausing for the briefest of moments in between kisses, to catch the breath to speak.* "I want...to look you in the eye, Damon. I want...want to see you...watch you...while I'm inside..." *Only a few moments ago he'd never have been brave enough to say this out loud. The engineer is doing incredible things to him*

BAIRD: "Yeah... sure... I'd like that too. Wanna see the genius fuckin' me."

He looked directly into those dark eyes; full of intelligence and mental confidence. The other type was taken away by the brutes. Baird hoped he could give it back to the man.

"Alright man, I'm ready... I want you inside me Will. Cmon... take what ya deserve."

WILL: *positions his cock between Baird's cheeks, and looks at him with a smile* "It's what you deserve too, you know...after what you've done for me, treating me like I matter...I want you to feel good, too." *he pushes his raging hard-on into Baird with a long, slow stroke, as gently as he can manage, which with his libido on fire isn't very.

BAIRD: Baird growls and moans. His hands practically tear into the sheets as he lets out a string of curses. Not of pain but of pleasure... he needs this, wants this.. feeling that spot deep inside him just beyond where Will is. His huge, muscular body shakes with need.

"Awwwrrgg FUCKING YEAH... Will... goddammit Will that feels so goddamn good... You matter, you so fuckin' matter... fuck me... fuck me long and deep... stroke me off and pound me man..."

FORGE: Since you asked so nicely... *Still embedded inside Damon, Forge reaches down, grabbing his leather gloves and pulling them back on...he's never found anyone yet who didn't love the feel of leather on naked skin. When one gloved hand wraps around Damon's shaft, and the other grips his leg, Will starts to thrust, slow and deep and long* "You look so hot like this...spread out, for me...you're so sexy, so amazing...you feel so good around me, you smart, cocky stud...*

BAIRD: Deep, purring moans spill out of the grouchy engineer's mouth. fuck those gloves feel good. "Will... Will.. yer so goddamned hot, smart..."

His talking begins to lose coherence slightly; the adrenaline rush and ego trip proving simply too good to think analytically during. He brought his thick arms upwards; holding onto Will's shoulders as he felt the man slide in and out of his ass.

His cock begins to leak precum as he feels pressure build again. "Fuck... Will... gettin' close here.."

FORGE: "It's OK, stud...that's the point, isn't it?" *Will smirks as he continues to fuck Damon in deep strokes, his hips picking up speed as his libido kicks into overdrive* "Go ahead, Damon...cum, I want to watch you do it..." *his gloved hands work smoothly over every inch of Damon's body, leather snaking over flesh and teasing every part of the engineer it finds, until one glove wraps around his cock, stroking in time with Will's thrusts, and one brushes against his lips* "You want a taste, Damon?"

BAIRD: "Hell yeah" the formerly-Seran growls as he opens his mouth and quickly takes Forge's gloved finger between his lips. The taste of real leather, not the synthetic shit the COG rationed them onto... yeah, smoky and meaty.

The sensations raced through him. Over his scarred skin, through his body and up his spine. He growls out of the side of his mouth as Will fucks him harder; "Ain't coming before you, smart guy... already came once, I owe ya"

FORGE: *still furiously masturbating the thick, beautiful cock while Damon licks and sucks his gloved fingers, his lust getting the better of him as his slim hips launch into a frenzy of thrusts, each one a direct stab at Damon's prostate, his eyes lit up in lust as he tries to will another orgasm out of his friend, despite his protests to the contrary. To him, just being treated as well as he has is worth an orgasm all on its own...and besides, he loves watching Damon cum.*

BAIRD: Damon growls and thrashes furiously around the bed as Will viciously assaults his prostate; stabbing him to the razor's edge. His hands dig into the sheets almost to the point of tearing them.
"Fuck... yer a pushy little bastard huh?" he snarks towards the slender man, feeling almost a little pride at his fellow smart guy's determination.

Pulling at the linens, sucking at the leathered fingers, prostate swelling and pulsing... finally it all triggered another climax. Almost angry growls spilled out of the large engineer; his biceps flexing and furrowed brow dripping with sweat as his seed erupted forth.

FORGE: *Just like he knew it would, seeing Damon launch into a second orgasm, feeling his ass clench and ripple over his cock...it doesn't send Forge over the edge so much as slingshot him around the sun! His entire body quakes and convulses as his hips seem to blur, jackhammering into Damon with abandon as his cock swells and explodes inside him, letting out a cry of pure, unadulterated pleasure as his mind and body are blasted with the force of his orgasm. After a short eternity of white-hot ecstasy, Forge slumps on top of Baird, panting and gasping, white dots dancing in his vision and a smile of pure satisfaction on his face* "God...that was...the most amazing thing...that's ever happened to me. I...I don't know what to say, but...thank you..."

BAIRD: Damon's convulsing ended as he felt the swelling, pulsing eruption of Will within his ass. In the mirage-haze of afterglow he manages to realize the smaller man is now on top of him. He wraps his powerful, built arms around the dark-haired smart guy and smiles, kissing him on the lips.

"Don't thank me. I was just giving you what you deserved, smart guy."

~*~

BAIRD: [hungrily looks at Cid]

CID: *chucks a thumb in the direction of the Highwind's bridge with a grin*

BAIRD: [picks Cid up and flings him over his shoulder and drags him to the Highwind's bridge] "Captain on the fuckin' bridge"
[tosses Cid into the Captain's chair before practically tearing his pants off and starts sucking him rapidly]

CID: *rips at Baird's armor to get at that sexy, built body, his eyes going wide as he feels his hot Otherself go down on him with such gusto* Oh, fuck, Armor-All...that's goddamn fuckin' amazing...yer so fuckin' good at that...

BAIRD: Damon groans around Cid's meat. The exact same size as his own... so far away from that hellhole, and with someone he feels kinship with... Kinship; something he has never felt before, not with his squadmates, not with his family, not with any of those idiots. But having someone that was just like himself... a privilege. Damon swallowed Cid's cock down his throat and wrapped his own meaty paw around his aching shaft.

CID: *watches Baird go down on him and jerk himself off at the same time...the sight of this brilliant, sexy, underappreciated stud pleasuring himself and Cid at the same time drives the pilot half-mad with desire. He licks his lips, breathing heavily* I...I want some'a that...fuck, I want that inside me...

BAIRD: Damon reaches up and drags the pilot down onto the floor with him. Fucking on the flight deck; surrounded by evidence of his other self's brilliance. It was as much of a turn on as Cid's identical hair and eyes. His cock ached as he sucked on Cid's shaft with ruthless skill. His tongue travelled around the crown; massaged the spot beneath, tasted the salty precum.

He came up for air, "fucking hell other me... I love doing this.."

CID: "An' I love it when ya do it, you fucking genius stud..." Cid moans as he slowly works in and out of Baird's mouth, his hands everywhere on the engineer's body. He stops as he grips Baird's identical cock by the base, pumping slowly* "Will ya...will ya fuck me, Damon? I wanna feel it in me." *He only asks this of people he respects, trusts, likes, and wants...all these emotions show in his eyes as he looks at his other self. This isn't about who's bigger or more macho...this is about one smart guy making the other feel appreciated and wanted*

BAIRD: Damon looks almost quizzical... he wants me to do that? The engineer searches the pilot's face for any apprehension. He finds none, only the trust and respect one would accord to oneself...
"Cid I..." he stops... they're really the same person, its not a violation.
"I'll do it for you Other Me," Baird replies, tone steady

CID: *smiles and wraps his arms around Damon, embracing and kissing him gently* "Thanks, Armor-All. I wouldn't ask if I didn't think I could take it...if I didn't wanna take it. I trust you, I know you ain't gonna hurt me...I wanna feel it, wanna feel you." He spreads his legs wide, still mashed up against his other-self, the better to allow Damon access*

BAIRD: Damon slicks his manhood up with generous quantities of lube... last time he tried giving this it wasn't that good... last time he tried taking it, it hurt like hell.
Damon begins with fingers sliding inside Cid... he was hot and tight... scissoring his fingers slowly and opening up his other self, planting trails of kisses down his collarbone. Seeing his own nervousness reflected in the pilot's face, he resolves to himself, I won't hurt him, I won't hurt me.

CID: *lets his head roll back and groans lightly in pleasure at the care Damon takes to prep him. He isn't hurting, there's no pain at all, only pressure, heat, and that burning desire that grips him whenever he and Damon are together* You're doin' fuckin' awesome, Armor-All...feels so goddamn good...

BAIRD: Damon positions his slick hardness at the well-prepared entrance. He gazes into the equally-blue eyes of his fellow genius. Hated by both of their worlds with no one truly appreciating their worth; the only brotherhood they've known is with each other. This was just a logical extension of it, wasn't it?
Baird began to push in, taking extreme care. Slowly he entered that tight heat; growling softly in the back of his throat as he did. He didn't focus on his own scars or anything on his body... merely the smaller but just as worthy body beneath him.
"Other me," he growls into Cid's ear, "your so fuckin' hot, tight... I like you so god damn much Cid..."

CID: *feels Damon push in, careful and slow. The pain is therre, but hardly noticeable...and by the time Damon's all the way in, a thing of the past...and all he hears is the growl of Damon's voice, the warmth and comfort of his presence, the heat of his need for him...this is what Cid wanted* "You too, Armor-All...you feel fuckin' amazin', you did so good...it don't hurt at all, I just feel hot an' horny an' I fuckin' wantcha so bad...I like you, Damon. A whole hell of a fuckin' lot." He wraps his arms and legs around the big muscular body...not caring about the scars or the damage or anything but his friend...and kisses Damon's neck tenderly.

BAIRD: Damon slowly moves out and back in; a precise and smooth machine pleasuring his other self. As he repeats the motion he feels Cid's clenching ass, Cid's lips on his neck, the heartbeat through the skin of Cid's chest.
"Damn Cid... your so hot man... the brother I never fuckin' had..." He moved faster, but kept the rhythm smooth. He kissed Cid's forehead and cheek as he moved.. if it doesn't hurt... maybe I'll let him return the favor... its fair after all.

CID: *watches and feels and moans, his hands everywhere on Damon's body, feeling the scarred back, clutching the muscular buttocks as they clench, running through that straw-colored hair so like his own...Cid loves this, and wants Damon to love it just as much* "Can't tell ya...how fuckin' good this feels. Love feelin' you, hearin' you, watchin' you...my big, strong, sexy, fuckin' brilliant twin." *Watching his other self fucking him with admiration and respect gets Cid harder and harder without needing to touch himself, precum glistening at the tip as he feels the thrusts hit him just the right way again and again*

Damon felt those hands everywhere. They travelled across his back; not even caring about the scars. They raked through the irregular patches of hair on his torso. They caressed him as he caressed his Lego buildings as a kid; as he held his books... as if he was worthy. It only made him harder; made him leak into his clone.

His breath was ragged now; fast pounding as he took Cid as deeply as he could. Growls and grunts and moans escaped from his mouth. His stubbled face ground against Cid's own.
"Other me.... fuck... yer so hot, so fuckin' smart... you deserve me... all of me..."

And Baird meant that. He looked at the man; the first person he ever felt like he understood, like he truly respected. "I'm close... fuck I'm close... And after this, I want you to fuck me back..."

CID: "Go ahead, baby...do it, Armor-All, come in me, cum for me...I wanna watch it happen." *a fierce grin as a wave of brotherhood and respect flows through him, and then Cid's kissing him, tongue writhing around inside Baird's mouth as he feels the frenetic pace of his fucking increase. He loves watching his otherself let go like this, let himself be a sexual being...Sexuality and smarts aren't mutually exclusive, and Cid loves it when Baird lets himself enjoy the sexuality...when Baird says he wants him to reciprocate, Cid nods and kisses him again* "I'll try my damnedest to make it as good fer you as it is fer me...I promise.

BAIRD: In something between a cry and a growl, Baird climaxes; wildly plunging in and out of his other self as he does. Responding to Cid's kiss with full enthusiasm, Baird cannot help but hold the smaller man closer. There were no thoughts of Sera, none of idiots, not even that fuckhead Fenix occupied a single mental process. There was only him, and his other him.

He withdrew and lay down on the flight deck; sweat dripping off of his torn up body.
"Okay Cid... your turn..."

CID: *feels himself filled and covered and just totally surrounded by Damon, and it's a wonderful feeling...he's rock hard by the time Baird pulls out and lays back, but he keeps his hormones in check...leaning over Baird, he kisses him softly as he dips his fingers in the libe and starts gently massaging the tight, near-virginal ring. He wants the preparation to be an experience for Baird...hell, he wants the whole thing to expose his otherself to real, caring sex, the best kind in the world. His kisses trail up and down Damon's neck, chest, shoulders, and face, his fingers as slow and unintrusive as they can be at his entrance*

BAIRD: Damon writhes around a bit at the strange feeling... its not entirely good or bad, but strange really... It's who's doing it and why... that's what makes it. Those fingers pressing delicately against the tender flesh make Damon breathe faster than usual. He wants it... the closeness with Cid. The only person he's wanted close for a long time. There is nothing between them; just skin against skin. Lips against his flesh show him Cid's intentions with unquestionable sincerity.
"Ahhh fuck... Other Me, keep going..."

CID: *uses the same prep tricks on Damon that Damon used on him...gentle scissoring motions to stretch the hole, reassuring kisses and touches to show the depth of his feelings for him...and lots and lots of lube.* "I want'cha t'tell me when yer ready, Damon...I don't wanna hurt ya, want'cha to enjoy this as much as I did."

DAMON: Baird growls, groans and writhes on the ground. Feeling his other self's fingers slowly enter and stretch him; his body pawed and kissed all over; the sheer care Cid takes with him... that's what makes this all feel so good. Its the complete opposite of what he wanted to do to Fenix and Hoffman.

The stretch gets wider and Damon feels the muscles yield slowly; pressure and pleasure bringing down the barriers. His cheeks are flushed; skin fevered.
"Other me... yeah... Im ready... I can take it... I want you..." he pants, eyes closed.

CID: *kisses Baird in acknowledgment of his willingness, and keeps that kiss going as he positions himself and slides in, the painstaking lubrication and preparation paying off as he enters Baird almost without effort. His sweating, steaming body shivers as he does so, letting out a long, shuddering moan.* "Ohhhh God, Armor-All...yer fuckin' tight...fuckin' hot...feels so damn good inside..." *Cid had always wanted to fuck himself, but that's not what he's doing with Damon. No, this is lovemaking at its hottest and most romantic, gentleness and glory, the experiencing of another person's body as you let them experience yours...and it's the hottest thing Cid could ever imagine*

BAIRD: A deep, resonant moan escapes from his throat into the kiss he held with Cid. It hardly hurt... it was only the warmth and fullness that really mattered. His other self was doing him; he was showing himself the respect and admiration he deserved for so long. He was getting what he was owed.

As their lips parted, Baird gasped for air. That face of his other self, his twin, his clone, so like his own.
"Fuck Cid.... damn you feel so fuckin' huge.... I want it... please bro, fuck me man...." he yelled out.

CID: "You got it, Damon...fer you, I'd be happy to." * 'Bro'...Cid grins a little at that. The brother he never had...the two of them, bonded in ways that transcend dimensions, family...it's an amazing thing to Cid. He pistons in and out of Damon slowly, rhythmically, questing for that sweet spot inside him that will kick his sensations up to the next level* "I'm gonna fuck another fuckin' orgasm outta you, stud...so goddamn nice I gotta see it twice." *He grins as he pumps his hips, his lips never far away from Baird's body...kissing, sucking, licking, and tasting his new brother is making Cid that much harder.*

BAIRD: As Damon feels that hardness plunge inside him; cries erupted from his mouth.
"Gah! Fuckin' hell... prostate huh?" He replied through a smirk. The shock was welcome. His arms wrapped around Cid as the smaller man pistoned in and out of him.

"Another huh? Damn you other me... fuck yeah, more!" The scarred engineer practically demands it. The sensations shoot through his body, sending him spasming wildly on the floor. Heartrate reaches levels greater than combat...
"Fuck Cid... so hard and big... damn its good..." His ability to form sentences is deteriorating quickly.

CID: *Found it. With a grin of triumph Cid starts slamming his thrusts home, nailing Damon's prostate each and every time as he fucks like a man possessed, his passion for his friend and brother and fellow genius getting the better of him. He traps Baird's mouth in a hot, sensual kiss as his hands grip that hot, scarred body desperately, hips pumping faster and faster as the pressure builds inside him* "Yer so fuckin' hot, Damon...I'm gettin' real goddamn close...I wanna see you cum again..."

BAIRD: Growls and roars erupt from his lungs as every thrust stabs into his sweet spot. Coherent language cannot even be strung together any more. The engineer wildly thrashes around under the pilot's assault; bellowing torn up demands for more as sweat drips off his face.

As the mouth of his twin-clone-brother impacts against his own, he returns the tongue; tasting the identical flavor of his other self. Knots in his gut coil and descend as muscles spasm wildly. He yells out finally in one climactic roar; spilling his essence all over his torn up abdomen.

CID: The sight, sound, feel, and taste of Damon is all too much. Cid's cock swells inside his brother-twin-friend-other self and erupts with its own load as his body gives in to the surge of its own orgasm, his shout mingling with Damon's and then drowning them both out with one last, hot, passionate kiss as the two men ride their orgasms out together. Finally, Cid slumps onto his larger self's broad chest, wrapping his arms around Damon as he pants for breath, heart racing and body flushed, but happier than he's been in a long, long time.* God-damn...that was fuckin' amazing...you were fuckin' amazing... *he looks up at his brother's face and smiles -- a real smile and not just a cocky grin.*

BAIRD: Returns the embrace and lets the endorphine rush subside. His heartbeat slows down; his breathing steadies.
"Yeah... that was fuckin' great" Baird agrees. As the two men lie there with their arms around each other, Baird cannot help but smile, even if it is a very small, weak smile, as if years of war made him forget how. But after years of feeling only crippling disdain for every other person he met, there was something ennobling about being able to look someone in the eye with nothing but respect.

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Scogan!

For those of you who thought aceoheartscajun could only do, well, a Cajun, I offer this sample of some of the hottest RP I've ever done: SCOGAN.

For once, I'm not playing Logan. This time I'm Cyclops...well, as I conceive him anyway. I'm sure people will forgive me for not making him an uber-bastich like he can be in the comics.

Enjoy! I certainly did. ^_^

~*~

Ingonyama: SCOTT: "I may have to be your boss, but I don't want to be your alpha."


aceoheartscajun: my!Logan: [He looks into Scott's eyes, knowing the gravitas of what he said. He takes a deep breath.] "Thank you... Scott." [not Scooter. Not Scotty. Not boy scout. Not one eye. Scott.] "I respect ya Scott. Really. Yer competent, don't use us as meat shields, and yer handsome too."

SCOTT: Thanks...*smile* Coming from you that's high praise. You...God, what can I say that hasn't been said? Sexy, arrogant, independent...every time I see that, it... *BLUSH*

LOGAN: [smirks] "Yeah... ya like that I stand up ta you... proof yer a human being, Scott." [he walks right up to Scott, staring the taller man unflinchingly in the eyes. Then, he moves foward and quickly crushes their lips together]

SCOTT: *his eyes widen in surrpise behind the shades, but then he melts into the kiss, his hands feverishly groping every inch of the sexy feral's body they can find. He wants him...this sexy, unashamed rebel...and the need burns in Scott's veins* "God, Logan...give it to me...give me that fire..."

LOGAN: The Canadian smiles at Scott's words. His roughened hands are all over the godlike physique of the team leader. Sculpted muscles are touched and caressed. He licks his lips.
"My pleasure handsome. How d'ya want me ta give it to ya? Wanna suck me off? Have me drain ya dry? Bend me over and fuck me blind? Or have me plow ya real long an slow? Im happy with all of it boy scout. I can take whatever ya dish out."

SCOTT: *drops to his knees...a gesture of respect and admiration, not of submission* "I want to suck you...taste you...and then I want you to fuck me blind, you cocky, sexy bastard. God knows, you deserve it...deserve everything I can give you and then some."

LOGAN: The stocky man growls, not as a gloat... he would find no value in conquering a weak man. Scott was anything but... strong and idealistic. Yeah, having this man's respect... it meant something.
"Fuck yeah hot stuff," he rasped as he undid his jeans. His thick cock was aching for attention.

"Taste me Scott. Ya know ya want it ya hot, strong, smart, fearless fuckin' leader..."

SCOTT: *clutches Logan's denim-clad buttocks as he dives in, his tongue lapping up nand down the length of Logan's shaft and swirling over those delicious, black-furred balls...he's admired him time and again from afar in the shower, and entertained many a lustful thought, buried so deep even Jean can't see them...of doing exactly this. The reality leaves them all in the dust!*

LOGAN: The feral mutant growls as his hips move; his meat slides in and out of Scott's lips.
"Awrgh fuck yeah Scotty, yer so fuckin' good at this. Damn ya know how ta suck cock.."
He grips the back of Cyclops' head as he grunts and roars; his meat deep in the tight, hot throat.

"Dammit Scott... I want ya... yer so fuckin' hot... After this, I'm gonna give it all right back ta ya... suck ya dry then take yer cock in my tight ass... ya know yer worthy of it pal."

SCOTT: *Logan's words push him to new heights of depravity, diving onto the feral's delicious cock like a starving man at Christmas dinner, drinking in Logan's essence as if he would drink the man's independence with his seed. He actually has to come up for air, a couple of times...but not wanting to leave Logan's amazing cock hanging, he licks up and down the length of the hardening shaft, his tongue and breath dancing hotly across the length of flesh. His hands aren't idle, either; nipples are lightly pinched, rubbed, and stimulated into hardness, muscles are felt, buttocks are gripped like a liferaft...Scott almost seems to worship every inch of Logan's body with his hands as he goes down on him*

LOGAN; The Canadian growls and grunts and pants... every sweet spot on his torso is being touched. Fingers are raking through his chest hair; his nipples are diamond hard. And the tongue touches every sensitive spot on his cock... His pulse is driven faster and faster with every second; the familiar tightness builds in his sack.

"FUCK YEAH SCOTT! Aw shit I'm gonna cum soon... don't motherfuckin' stop ya hot sexy bastard.. how tha fuck ya know every spot ta touch.."

He's as good in tha sack is he is on tha job... knows what ta do and don't let anythin' stop him...

SCOTT: *Couldn't stop right now if he wanted...his own primal instincts are being called to by the beautiful creature standing over him, and for once he listens...he's going to fucking do what he wants for a change, be a man and not the dutiful soldier. His oral assault becomes relentless, direct, lips and tongue travelling from shining head to thick base, deep throating Logan as his hands grip the furry, muscular buttocks and clench, the feel of Logan's beautiful ass in his hands going straight to his cock.*

LOGAN: Muscles within his loins spasm as the feral lets out one final roar of completion. Scott... the man that had caused so much goddamn annoyance, had admired him and had looked up to him all this time.. the ego-rush alone was hot. Add the fact Scott himself was just handsome as fuck... and now his tongue, his fingers, his hands digging into Logan's ass... All of it propelled a torrent of seed out of Logan's thick shaft and down Scott's hot throat.

He didn't even yell words. It was just torn up feral growling of... not vengeance... but some deep satisfaction. The feeling of not having yet another foe, that itself was amazing.

SCOTT: *Drinks every drop of seed he recieves, just like he did in those cold, bleak months between the orphanage and Xavier...but this is no dark back alley or seedy motel room, and Logan is no furtive, apathetic john using him for a quick release. No, the sound of Logan reaching climax makes Scott proud of himself, and gratifies him with its glorious, unrefined satiation. The good kind of primal...you're not an animal, not in any way at all. He pulls off Logan with one last, long lick, then gets back to his feet, looking his friend...his headache...his ideal...in the eye. Slowly, he strips, never taking his eyes off Logan, shucking his shirt and jeans and throwing them into opposite corners of the room. With a nonchalant sweep of his arm, he clears off the dest, papers and notes and symbols of Cyclops' responsibilities tumbling to the ground as Scott...naked, unashamed, and ball-breakingly horny...lies on his back on the desk, spreading his legs as he keeps eye contact with his sexy rebel*

LOGAN: The feral smirks and licks his lips. He's disregardin' his work, fuckin' on the desk... he ain't lettin' me fuck him outta guilt or anything either... He's doin' what he wants ta do... He almost felt a twinge of pride.

He prowled right over to Scott. He hardened again in seconds.. but even without the healing factor, Scott was so hot anyone would recuperate quick. Those muscles exposed; glittering with sweat, their glory on display.

He slicked his cock with lube and kept his cobalt stare on the man's shielded eyes. "Damn yer good Scott. Fuckin' good cocksucker... I wanted ya fer a long time.." he didn't say how. Still there were urges about making him pay for... no, those were directed towards Cyclops, not Scott. Not this man of integrity.

"We're both gonna love this Scott.." he growled as he slipped the first of his thick fingers past Scott's tight entrance.

SCOTT: *gasps, his whole body shuddering at the intrusion of Logan's finger. It's a shudder of momentary pain that is eclipsed by the desire he feels for the man in front of him.* Remy's right...he's easy to get addicted to. "God, Logan...I can't wait much longer...want you so badly..." *He already loves what's being done to him, and is desperate for more*

LOGAN: He keeps watch at the man under him. He observes the shudder and knows he needs time. His other hand moves up and down the perfect, utterly model-worthy torso he feels priveliged to be fucking.

"Yer gonna wait a bit Scooter. Don't wanna hurtcha.." not anymore... "Im gonna take my time with ya... make it slow.. make it last."

As he says 'make it last' the second fingertip approaches and merely traces the tight, contricting muscle. As he feels it yield, the slick second digit slides in; precisely and slowly.

SCOTT: *nods imperceptibly, a drop of sweat rolling down his forehead as he feels the second finger push in. It hurts less than the first, but his lust has his chest heaving, panting as if he's run a marathon. He feels like he's going to explode if he doesn't do something...so his hands go back to Logan's body, gripping them in an effort to keep control of the rising tide of sensation welling up inside him.*

LOGAN: The stocky feral drops his voice to a low, soft grumble. "Yeah Scott.... I'm gonna make it real nice... Ya always had a sweet ass.."

The fingers slowly scissor and spread the man open. As he feels Scott's grip he leans down and places a trail of bites, kisses and chews across Scott's neck and shoulder... The strong and sturdy shoulders that carry the weight of far too much.

"Not long now Scott... I'm gonna be buried inside ya real soon... and damn I'm lookin forward to it"

SCOTT: "Yeah, Logan...do it to me...I've seen you looking, I know you want it." *Scott feels himself opened up and moans aloud, long and low. He looks directly at Logan, absolutely transformed by lust...free in a way he's never been before, but bound to the sexy feral by heat and need and desperation...he wants him more than anything in the world right now.* "...Well, it's yours now, you fucking stud...come on, we both need it, you're worthy...Fuck me, Logan."

LOGAN: Now he feels pride. He freed Scott from the stoic prison and had the team leader admit what he wanted. The feral smirks and licks his lips as he removes his fingers.

"Now that's one order I ain't gonna question," he growled as he placed the head of his cock at the entrance to Scott's stretched hole.

Before he slides in he leans down; pressing every inch of his furry, muscular, stout frame against Scott... He wants to feel the man shake and shudder when he enters...

One slow, long movement happens; the Canadian slowly moves his thick shaft into Scott Summers' tight, hot ass. He feels the body under him react as he enters.

"I know I'm worthy... and you are too, Scott."

SCOTT: *lets out a long, drawn-out moan of pure pleasure and passion...Logan did a good job prepping him, and feeling the feral sink inside him is fucking worth it! His body is shuddering and trembling from the heat, his cock rock hard between them. He's been fucked before, but no other man has ever made love to him like this...made him feel wanted for anything but a quick cum. Logan, though...tough, arrogant, independent, sexy Logan...he knows Scott, and wants him for himself. And that is the hottest thing anyone's ever done to him. "Oh God yes...Logan...you feel so damned good in me." Scott's arms and legs wrap around his lover and he kisses him hotly, needfully, as soon as his face is in range. Even the beard-burn from Logan's stubble makes the clean-shaven man tremble in lust...everything Logan is is an insane turn-on for him!*

LOGAN: That moan... hearing that stoic, silent, steady man crumble and tremble and let out a moan of pure and utter unashamed, unregretted, unsuppressed, undenied pleasure. The feral has never loved super-hearing so much. He smells the need and admiration and lust but also something else... it was good though. He was getting through to Scott. Into Scott.

He was buried right to the hilt. Inside his team leader who was now his comrade; his brother in arms, albiet in a different way that Remy is. He felt the devouring need taking him in, wanting him there. His tongue travels up Scott's chest, the drops of sweat gathered in that light sprinkling of hair.

Logan ceases chewing on Scott's neck and goes back to growling in his ear.
"Ya feel so damn good Scott. So tight and warm and yer body's so hard and strong... yer a real hero ya know that? I'm lovin' bein' inside yer ass, so fuckin' good... Damn I'm gonna cum soon ya know.. fuck Scott.."
He begins moving in and out in a slow, deep rhythm

SCOTT: "God, that's good...you're so good...!" Scott aches to be pounded into the desk, to be fucked, hard and passionate and strong, by this amazing man...He feels the tongue and the lips and the teeth...Logan's voice seems to vibrate through him on a cellular level...he writhes under the attentions and cries out aloud, "L-Logan...go harder...I know you can do it...Please!"

LOGAN: "Sure thing hot stuff," he snarls seductively. Quickly, Logan picks up the pace; accellerating smoothly, but to a hard, fast, deep slam-fuck. His hand reaches down and begins stroking the leaking hardness of Scott. He pulls out before plunging back in; sweat drips off of his body onto the man below him.

Logan's breathing becomes faster as he pounds the team leader ever harder. His arms circle the tall Summers tightly; holding the brown-haired mutant close. He doesn't speak. All his effort is focussed on fucking Scott. Not Cyclops. Scott.

SCOTT: "Yes...YES! YES!!!" THIS is what he wanted...what he dreamed about! The strength and ferality of the stud atop him, the full force of his passion, strong and hard and male, fucking him...not like an animal, but on a deeper, human level, letting their lusts take over and giving in to the urges he's always been afraid of...Scott's moaning a constant stream of praise now, things like "so fucking hot," and "YES, you hot rebellious stud!" in between gasps and cries of pleasure as his prostate is barraged by pistoning thrusts. This is his rebellion, his way of telling the Cyclops in him to fuck off and die, by giving pleasure to the one creature it could never control...the one beautiful thing he admires more than any work of art or piece of music in the world. In Logan's fist, he leaks and stiffens, unable to hold back his cries of ecstasy...and unwilling to do so even if he could.*"Logan...oh God, I'm so close...!"

LOGAN: The pressure builds in his cock as he feels every single part of his body heat up. His stability becomes shaky; his body loses coordination. He pounds and thrusts almost animalistically... the animal loving the challenge of someone he's fought with. Now it wasn't fighting against but with him; raging towards that final goal, that climax.

The pheremones that poured off Scott were so intoxicating. The respect, the lust, the admiration. It was all there. And Logan drank it up; being seen not as an abomination against nature but as an ideal brought to life.

In a second swelling moan Logan climaxes. His essence erupts from within him and into the hard muscled physique of Scott Summers.

SCOTT: "LOGAN!!!" *his hips buck uncontrollably under the feral, the two of them thrusting in perfect time, raw and primal and human...each devoted to the other's pleasure as much as their own. Not an animal...no animal could have sex this good! That is the last coherent thought in Scott's mind as Logan starts to moan and growl atop him, pounding into him as he hits his climax, and Scott takes it all in, the sight of Logan's beautiful body shuddering and thrusting in the throees of orgasm etched into his memory. His legs clamp around the feral's waist and he surges upward, kissing Logan passionately as his own orgasm slams into him with the force of his optic blasts, driving a moan/scream of pure ecstasy out of his throat, and into Logan's mouth, as he clutches the stockier man like a drowning man would a life raft. His hips buck uncontrollably between them as his cock swells and stiffens and blasts in Logan's fist, coating both of them in his seed as his slim, muscled body writhes against that of his hero.*

LOGAN: The shorter man accepts the kiss; tongue exploring with and wrestling against that of the team leader. His teeth don't cut the tongue; the tang of copper doesn't emerge. Only the taste, the warmth, the strength of Scott; letting that strength and his own admire each other. The sticky seed on his hand couldn't be wasted... he lifted it to his lips and licked it off.

"Fuck Scott..." He gasps, regaining his composure, "yer a fuckin' awesome lay."

SCOTT: Slumps back on the desk, naked and sweaty and gasping, but glowing with happiness and satiation...and when he looks at Logan, his face is filled with admiration and respect. "You...you're pretty awesome yourself. I can see why Gambit likes it so much." He sits back up and wraps his arms around Logan, pressing their nude bodies together in a naked gesture of friendship and affection. "Thanks, Logan. I mean it."

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Remy/Victor/Logan smut RP, part 2

More goodness on the RP-with-aceoheartscajun front. ^_^ I really love doing these scenes; they're so spontaneous and inspiring.

This one was actually an attempt to inspire me to write the smutty part of a Scott/Logan trilogy of fics (which will show up here when they're finished). As much fun as it was, it served more as a distraction than an inspiration. Still, totally worth it. ^_^

Again, aceohearts plays Gambit (obviously), while I play Creed and Logan.

Enjoy!

~*~

Good!Sabes: *pulls Remy in close for a warm, gentle hug...though something stiff is poking at the Cajun's armored abdomen...*

REMY: [Has absolutely no complaints about that at all! He knows how much Victor sufferred and wants to make him feel all better... THIS Victor is a good one] "I believe I owe you somet'ing cher" [smirks]

VICTOR: "No ya don't. I liked doin' it with ya, an' havin' you do it ta me." *smiles* "Now, if yer offerin' it up 'cause you want me t'fuck ya, that's a whole 'nother story."

REMY: "Oui. An' yeah, I wan' you to fuck me. Preferably while I'm fucking Logan. Sound like a good time to you?"

LOGAN: *leans against the bed, already naked, hard, and grinning*

VICTOR: "Lemme think...plow the hottest ass I've seen since that Snake fella an' watch him fuck my best friend? How many different languages I gotta say 'oh fuck yeah' in?"

REMY: [has a big wide cheshire cat smile on his face as he tosses his coat aside and starts unzipping his armor] "As many as you like, cher" [he says that through a smoldering, lustful gaze liberally seasoned with charm power. Then he stalks over to Logan, swagerring like a conqueror, slicking his fingers up with lube]

Remy continues over to Logan and slides a single finger inside him with absolute ease. "Now dis, cher, is gonna be fun"

LOGAN: "Yeah, babe...I'm likin' it already..." *pulls Remy in for a scorching, smoldering kiss as he feels the lubed finger work its way in*

VICTOR: *feels himself swell from the sight of Remy kissing Logan while he preps him. Suddenly his jeans are on the floor, and he's right behind Remy, licking and nibbling at his neck while his hands grab and pull at the Cajun's clothes...trying not to rip or tear, he's not an animal anymore...but his self-control is fading fast!*

REMY: Remy lets his clothes vanish. Let Victor see the hotness! Let him bask in Remy's glory. He chuckled to himself as he slid a second finger into Logan and pointed his ass towards the taller feral.

And he gazed again at Logan... Lustful, eager, grinning with anticipation... So powerful and wild and unashamedly himself.. He's never gonna be conquered... we're de same dat way.. He licks his lips before bringing them down to the furred face of his best friend.

LOGAN: *loves kissing Remy, feeling him against him, inside him...He spreads his legs further apart as he feels Remy prep him further, and just breathes in the spicy scent of his Cajun lover, mixed with the wild, feral musk of his again-friend*

VICTOR: *carefully works a lubed finger into Remy, his free hands grasping and kneading the Acadian's perfectly shaped ass. Shucking his shirt and leaning over, he covers Remy with his body, muscular back to furry chest, and grinds his hips against him, eager and barely-controlled, but patient nonetheless*

REMY: Remy moans at the feel of Victor's blond pelt grinding against his back, and lets out a gasp as the finger slowly enters him.
"Oui Victor... damn you jus' so good at dis" he purrs back at the feral. He pushes himself down onto Vic's thick finger as he works his third finger into Logan.

Remy watches his third finger disappear inside his best friend's tight, hot, muscular ass. He scissors the fingers gently, spreading the Canadian open. He watches the man's expansive chest rise and fall; a sheen of sweat build up on his skin.
"Logan cher... You jus' so damn hot mon ami... i's always heaven being inside you..."

LOGAN: *lets out gasps and guttural moans as he is stretched and spread, his eyes never leaving Remy and Victor. He's not even touching himself and he's already rock hard, just from the sights and sensations* "Yer fuckin' gorgeous...do it t'me, Gumbo...I wanna feel you in me so goddamn bad..."

VICTOR: *gently bites Remy's shoulder again, licking and lapping at the spicy-salty skin there as he works his second finger in* "He's right, LeBeau...yer pretty goddamn hot yerself...when yer ready, gimme a shout...bein' inside you's gonna be worth the wait..."

REMY: Logan's deep eyes are met with his dark, lustful gaze. He wants the short feral, wants him like he has wanted so little else.. the man he can trust, who will watch his back as vigilantly as he watches Logan's. He withdraws the fingers slowly before replacing them with his cock. Moving in is one slow, practiced, measured motion... the perfect start to a long, slow, deep fuck.

Remy purrs at Victor's bite and growls deeply as the second finger enters him. It still blows his mind that the man who was a monster and rapist in his world could be so much more... As Remy is stretched slowly, he rolls his eyes back. The constricting heat around his own shaft would do that normally, but adding Creed to the mix only makes the sensations more intense.
"Oui, mon ami. Dis Cajun's ready for you Victor. Give it to me, you know you wan' me so bad... everyone does."

LOGAN: *lets out a long, drawn-out moan of pleasure as the Cajun pushes into him. His muscles flex and pulse around Remy's cock, and Logan wraps his legs around his waist, panting and sweating in heat as he draws him further in*

VICTOR: *mimics what Remy did to Logan, ever the attentive student to Remy's lessons in how to give mind-blowing pleasure. His own maleness is considerably bigger than Remy's, but with enough lube and patience he knows he can do this and not hurt him. As a result, his cock seems to flow into Remy, pushing agonizingly slowly as he lets out a low, guttural growl of pleasure*

REMY: A low purr escapes from Remy's throat as he feels the shorter feral wrap those thick, hairy legs around his waist and drag him in. The heat inside the man is unbelieveable... Droplets of sweat drip from Remy's stubbled chin as he remains buried inside Logan.

Creed's own manhood slowly filled him to his very limit. The size was unbelieveable; short cries crept from Remy's throat. It was more from the intense pressure than any pain though. The slow stretch had Remy's eyes rolled totally back; all red invisible now.
"Oh mon dieu Victor...." Remy gasps out.

Remy remembered what he said back in his own world. "You a ro''en fuck Creed. A filt'y brute." But none of those applied to this Victor. None of them mattered.

LOGAN: "Damn...god-damn, Rems...ya feel fuckin' incredible inside me..." *Logan needs a miniute to adjust, but only a minute. Then, he kisses Remy again, hotly, needfully, and whispers gutturally into Remy's ear* "Now fuck me, you sexy, cocky rebel."

VICTOR: *once he's all the way in, he holds stock-still, giving Remy time to adjust. His arms go around the naked, lean body and he holds him close, whispering in his ear* You feel so fucking good around me, LeBeau...look so fuckin' hot with your cock in Logan an' mine in you...I wanna fuck you for-fuckin'-ever..."

REMY: The Cajun playfully returns Logan's kiss. A genuine smile of affection is on his face... his hand trails down Logan's woollen torso as he hears that deep, raspy voice demand it. The compliments stoke his ego to a roaring blaze; his smirk resurrects.
"My pleasure, cher"

As Remy withdraws from Logan, he pushes himself back onto Creed's massive manhood. His eyes widen as the feeling of utter fullness. Then he slowly plunges back into Logan. Remy pistons back and forth between the heat around his cock and the massive fullness inside him. Moans, growls and purrs spill from his throat as he does.

"Oh Victor, you jus' so damn big an' thick... you feel damn good inside me mon ami. You big sexy badass kitty-cat, fuck you are so damn hot, you are worthy of me cher.."

LOGAN: *his rock-hard manhood bounces a little with each thrust of Remy's hips, an escalation of gasps and groans escaping his lips every time. Reaching up, he grabs Remy's chest muscles with both hands to brace himself as he rides out his lust, and the lust of his lover and friend, loving every single second of it!*

VICTOR: *lets out a low growl of pleasure as he lets Remy do the work, watching the Cajun's lurid dance of sensuality between him and Logan as he licks and kisses every inch of flesh presented to him, his arms holding Remy tightly between the two ferals. Watching Remy fuck himself on his cock and fuck Logan with the same motion sends Victor into ecstasy, spurts of precum already starting to leak from his cock*

REMY: His own shaft begins to leak as tightness and energy build in the pit of his stomach. The sheer amount of testosterone in the air, yet without any of the violence so many associate with these men... it is an absolute drug. Reality begins to fade; it is merely a haze of sensation and heat and fur and sweat and muscle and need and lust and purrs and growls and panting and... it's just too much.

"Logan, Victor... I'm gonna come soon mes amis..." he pants as he speeds up his pistoning. Plowing into the shorter feral; slamming back onto the larger feral; his hands raking through Logan's chest fur... he won't last long... His hand begins to furiously pump at Logan's aching shaft.*

LOGAN: "Ahh yeah, Remy...do it...fuckin' shoot it inside me...love it when I feel ya...AWWWWWW FUCK!!!!" *A roar of pure passion bursts forth from Logan's throat as his cock swells and blasts in Remy's hand, entire body convulsing from the orgasmic force Remy's visited on him. Body writhing, chest heaving, the Canadian is catapulted into the throes of ecstasy by his Cajun lover, roaring passion and pleasure and defiance the whole way*

VICTOR: *Can't help but pump his hips furiously into Remy as he feels him getting closer and closer, his pleasure spiking upwards as his hands maul the Cajun (figuratively, not literally; he'd sooner cut off his own dick than hurt Remy), fingers dragging along the skin without the slightest touch of a claw. That, however, is the only thing about Victor that's controlled right now, the wild, intense, unbelievable fucking bringing out all his passion, all his desire*

REMY: He can't even keep projecting his ego. He's just totally given in to the heights of mindshattering pleasure. Watching Logan writhe in an ecstasy that rivals anger; the same writhing Logan does when tied up, but in cathartic lust... Feeling those rough hands of Creed grope every part of his long, muscular torso. The heat of Logan and the size of Victor... Remy growled and purred as he climaxed; filling Logan with his essence.

LOGAN: *The blast of Remy's essence inside him, the feeling of his beautiful, sexy, cocky Cajun lover's climax, sends Logan to a whole other level of pleasure. As his own orgasm finishes, he slumps back onto the bed, coated in sweat and glowing with satiation as he grins up at Remy, running an affectionate hand through that auburn hair*

VICTOR: *is the last to hit his climax, grunting and growling his completion inside Remy as he latches onto the Cajun's neck with his lips, gripping him with all his force as he thrusts into him one final time. Spent, he slumps onto Remy's back, kissing every inch of flesh his lips can reach*

REMY: The Acadian just stands there in a mirage of endorphines. Sandwiched between the two ferals and panting with exhaustion; he slowly regains his smirk.
"Im t'inking we all need dis more often..."

LOGAN: *chuckles as he hugs Remy from the front, naked bodies mashing together* "No such thing as enough o'you, Rems."

VICTOR: "Got that right." *embraces the Cajun from behind, nuzzling him gently with a purr of satiation*

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Remy/Logan/Victor smut RP

OK, I'm gonna say this right now: aceoheartscajun is one of the best X-Muses I know. ^_^ this was an AIM RP we did, totally spur-of-the-moment with zero planning, involving his Remy, my Logan, and a new take on a good, non-brutish (but still badass) Sabretooth.

I think it turned out really well; how about you?

~*~

Good!VICTOR: *lets his pants drop with a flick of his wrists and lies down beneath Remy with his legs spread wide, exposing that muscular, masculine ass as he looks up at Remy with a grin.* Go ahead, Cajun...take what'cha want.

REMY: "My pleasure, you big sexy badass kitty."
[Remy lubes Sabes up and begins slowly with fingers, delicately preparing him whilst he chews on Victor's thick neck... As he scissors them inside Victor he turns around to face Logan. He shoots the shorter feral an utterly smoldering, sexually predatory stare, never breaking eye contact.] "So Logan... you know you wan' me, everyone does. Ge' over here and take me you hunk." [His tone is almost... ordering]

LOGAN: "Don't gotta ask me twice, Rems." *letting his clothes fall off his body, Logan kneels behind Remy and slowly starts peeling the clothes off his lean, muscular, sexy body, trailing kisses wherever flesh is exposed, relishing the spicy scent and taste of his best friend. Lubing up his own fingers, he glides them up and down the cleft of Remy's ass before gently thrusting one in, licking his lips as he watches it slide in with little effort and next to no pain*

VICTOR: *lets out a low, guttural moan that vibrates through Remy's lips from his throat as he spreads his legs wider. When Remy turns back to Logan to give his order, Creed lunges forward and bites his neck gently, razor-sharp teeth barely scraping skin as he licks and laps at the tender flesh*

REMY: [Gasps at the bite which was strangely tender... Damn Victor was hot, writing muscle covered in golden fur... and this one was just amazing... the rapist in his reality replaced with a graceful, almost noble predator... he wasn't at Logan's level yet but he was getting close... Remy removed his fingers and positioned his long manhood at Victor's entryway. Pushing in with practiced competence, one smooth and perfectly timed movement that slowly filled the longhaired feral. He was so warm and tight and practically begging for more] [Response to Logan coming soon]

REMY Contd.: [Remy moaned as Logan's thick meaty fingers slid inside him. The moan turned into a rather growly, insistent purr in his voice as he thust back onto Logan's fingers] "Yeah Logan, you know you can' resis' Remy, bet you can' wai' jus' to be buried inside me cher, I know exactly wha' I do to you." [So what if he was being fucked, Remy was still just as predatory, and he WANTED it from Logan. The smirk on his face left no question]

LOGAN: *Loves the predator in Remy's voice as it slithers across his skin, galvanizing him into hardness as he stands up and spoons behind the Cajun, hirsuite chest to smooth back as he positions himself, sliding the thick head into that tight opening with a low, guttural growl* Ohhh yeah...baby, yer so fuckin' tight, so hot...keep talkin', Rems, please...

VICTOR: *Throws his head back and lets out a long, sustained, guttural moan as Remy fills him so deliciousluy, so completely.* God damn, kid...yer fuckin' amazin'...don't stop, for fuck's sake, so damn good...don't fuckin' stop!

REMY: [Remy smirks again as he watches Victor abandon himself to the pleasure... the pleasure that he, Remy LeBeau, has caused, has given to scores of handsome men and women. Damn Im jus' a sex god ain't I? he smirked at the thought. He ran his hands through the fur of Victor's muscled chest, squeezing the nipples as he did. He leaned down, whispering into Sabretooth's ear, "Oh Victor, jus' feel dat, you know you deserve de pleasure cher... You're so handsome mon ami..."

Remy withdraws slowly before moving inside the tight ass of the ferocious mutant again, watching the face twist through every shade of "oh fucking hell yes" known to homo sapien superior.

As Logan enters him, he pushes back. Logan's preparation made his entry easy, feeling nothing but his best friend's impressive girth filled him. He rubbed his smooth back against the furry chest of the Canadian, purr-growls spilling out of his mouth as he did.
"Oui mon ami, you feel so damn thick, don' stop Logan, fuck dis hot Cajun like you fucking mean it mon ami."

LOGAN: *Answers Remy's challenge with slow, steady thrusts, each one going a little deeper, out-IN, out-IN, out-IN. Every thrust is a quest for the redhead's prostate, that wondrous bundle of nerves that will break the composure of even the most self-possessed man. But every thrust is also an expression of warmth, of togetherness...of that four-letter word Remy never says, but always expresses, whenever the two of them are together.

VICTOR: *is transfixed by pleasure as he watches and feels Remy move, hearing the voice and feeling it...super hearing makes him, like Logan, feel Remy's words slide over him like hot silk. His nipples are on fire, diamond-hard under Remy's fingers, and his whole body feels like it's on fire, inside and out.* Ahh fuck, Remy...yer so fuckin' hot...ya feel so goddamn good inside me, like ya belong there...ohh, damn...Do it harder, babe, please...I need it, I want it, I ain't gonna break..."

REMY: Remy's incubus eyes feast on the sight before him; practically a banquet on a silver platter. The most dangerous of ferals, a begging and screaming and growling mass of muscularity and ferocity, absolutely begging for more. His fingers travel downwards to Sabretooth's extremely impressive shaft; they added slow, careful pumping to the mix of sensations.

As he heard Victor's demands, he increased the force of each thrust. Not the timing; which he kept slow, but the power he put into each plunge inside the blonde. Each trust pressed deep into the larger man's prostate as he whispered into Victor's pointed ear, "I wan' you to feel every inch of every thrust, cher... every feeling burned in your mind... you know you love dis Creed, don' deny it."

REMY Contd.: Each thrust from the stocky Canadian brought a deeper moan from Remy. Moans morphing into purrs transforming into cries of lust... somehow he sounded both animalistic and elegant as Logan's thickness wrenched more sounds out of him. The thrusts kept targeting Remy's sensitive spot, bringing those purrs and growls to ever larger levels of intensity.

Yet even under Logan's assault, there was still the man's tenderness... that made this so much more than simply getting an orgasm. The trust, the respect, the kinship... Even Remy had limits before he couldn't speak coherently any more, and he was closing in on them fast.
"Logan, mon cher, jus' keep doing dat, don' fucking stop..."

LOGAN: *keeps his thrusts in time with Remy's into Creed, slamming into him harder and harder with each thrust even as he keeps the steady, slow rhythm going. Reaching around, he puts his fingers to good use on Remy's nipple, while his other hand feels up the Cajuns' body, groping and pawing everything he can reach even as his hips keep up their thrusting into his lover's hot body. He doesn't speak, only lets out lowl, guttural moans of ecstasy, as the sight over Remy's shoulder of Creed spitted and spread on the Cajun's cock combines with the sensations he himself is feeling to drive him utterly insane...and yet, bring him closer to humanity than anything else in the world*

VICTOR: *starts shooting out hot, clear precum within seconds of Remy's slim, strong fingers wrapping around his shaft. His moans and guttural sounds have become almost nonstop, blending with Logan's in a symphony of what he would've called 'man song'...the expression of mutual lust and mounting sexual frenzy. And all of it, indeed his entire world, is centered around Remy's fucking...the whole of Sabretooth's being has been distilled into that single pistoning hardness between his legs.*

REMY: Remy can't deny some feeling of satisfaction at claiming the man that, in his reality, had claimed him by force. But this wasn't the same man. It was someone so much greater than that parasite-predator he knew. And in a way, claiming him had a better satisfaction. Remy was so close; teetering on the edge of oblivion yet still managing to keep his thrusts sychronized and his hand moving. Victor's own leaking coincided with his own. It wouldn't be long until he climaxed.

And Logan only accelerated the course. Remy felt those rough fingers groping his chest with nothing but absolute desire and insatiable lust. Yet more testament to his hotness. And to Logan's hotness. And to Creed's.

Remy's growls, purrs and grunts escalated as he impaled himself on Logan before thrusting back into Creed.
"Mes Amis, dis Cajun.. so close..."

LOGAN: "Then don't hold it back, Cajun...cum fer us, we both wanna watch...fuck, baby, seein' you shoot is the most amazin' fuckin' thing in the whole goddamn world..." *Every word is sincere, and punctuated by a thrust of his hips into Remy. Logan truly loves seeing Remy unload...to take the pleasure he and Creed are giving him, and let it show. Nothing gets Logan off better than seeing a hot guy cum, throw off all reservations and pretenses and just lose himself in the ecstasy of orgasm...and Remy's as hot as they come.

VICTOR: *continues to whimper, moan, growl, and cry out unreservedly as he feels the closeness of his lovers, and sees Remy's whole body flush with nearness. Finally, two words escape his lips, shaky with the force of his body vibrating from Remy's thrusts.* Cum...please...

REMY: It wasn't even French curses. It was some torn up blend of French, English, growls, purrs, grunts, screams and whatever the hell managed to erupt from Remy's vocal cords. But he was brought to the absolute apex by that ferocious tightness around his shaft, and the thick cock pounding inside him, and every single drop of affection he had for Logan, and even the respect he was developing for this Creed. Blasting inside Sabretooth, roaring and crying out in completed lust and pleasure; Remy LeBeau was enthralled to ecstasy.

Sweat dripped down his face and matted strands of reddish-brown hair clung. He gasped in the sweet air as he floated in a cloud of endorphines. FInally, as he regained his breath, there were only three syllables he could muster. "Oh mon dieu"

LOGAN: *comes down from his orgasmic high first, hot breath on Remy's back as he rests his sweat-soaked head on the Cajun's shoulder* Ahh, God...ahh, Christ...Rems, that was...that was fuckin...incredible...

VICTOR: Pants for breath, chest heaving as he squeezes Remy's cock with his inner muscles a few more times before relaxing enough for the Cajun to pull out. He doesn't say anything, but instead leans up to give Remy an impassioned, tender kiss.

REMY: Even through the panting and the afterglow, Remy's perma-smirk remains. How could he not smirk at extremely hot mind blowing sex between three extremely hot X-Men?

Victor's kiss was surprising, but incredible. Passionate yet tender, hungry without devouring. Remy responds to it with equal enthusiasm, running his left hand through Victor's hair and his right through his chest fur at the same time.

As he hears Logan's exhausted, satisfied, cigar-ravaged voice declare how incredible it was, he turned, and locked his eyes to Logan's.
"Oui, cher. So were you..."

And those dark, demonic eyes were a picture of absolute satisfaction.

Remy's Surprise.

I'm gonna try something different here.

When I copy stuff over from other blogs, especially RPs, it looks all wrong and wonky. So instead, I'm just gonna throw the link to the thread in No Fandom Politix up here.

http://asylums.insanejournal.com/nofandompolitix/10608.html

This is perhaps the longest I've ever taken to RP a scene, but the finished product is more than worth it, IMHO. Gambit, s before, is played by the incredible aceofheartscajun. ^_^

Enjoy!

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Letting Go

Here's my newest submission to y!Gallery. At 17 faves in 24 hours, it's also the fastest one to gain popularity. Not that I'm bragging or anything...it's just really flattering to have so many people like your work so quickly. :)

I think I have to credit Sabretooth for the fic's success. I hate Victor Creed with a fiery, blazing passion. When I read Wolverine's killing of the man in the comics, part of me let out a vindictive cheer.

But part of me felt...cheated, somehow. Creed has only been used right a couple of times in the whole course of the comics. When he's played savage, but smart...cunning and predatory, as opposed to growly-snarly...he takes on whole new levels of danger.

And, like Magneto, I am obsessed with the idea of taking that Sabretooth and bringing him over to the good side. Because I read Sabes in "Exiles," and fell in love.

Anyway,that's enough rambling from me. On to the smut! Enjoy!

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Bobby Drake wasn't happy, and he didn't care who knew it. Babysitting Victor Creed was the absolute last thing on his list of "Things to Do With My Day," but Storm had other ideas, and when the Gold Team Leader put her foot down, the subject was pretty much closed.

He wished Hank, or at least Petey, were here to suffer with him. The worst part about guarding Sabretooth during what the professor called his 'trial rehabilitation period' was the solitude. Iceman knew he acted about ten years younger than he actually was, but he was a people-person...he liked having folks around to laugh with him, or at him. Even yelling at him gratified him...a little...because at least he stood out that way.

But in here, there was only the force field, the walls...and Creed. Staring at him with those hungry blue eyes, which seemed to flash yellow every now and again just to creep him out.

I really, really don't wanna be here.

"Well?"

Iceman jerked out of his self-pitying reverie to glare at the man behind the force field. "Well, what?"

"Yer the clown, ain'tcha? Go ahead, Popsicle. Do somethin' funny."

"Like shove an icicle so far up your ass you'll get frostbite in your trachea?" Bobby deadpanned. That got a laugh out of Creed. Harsh, rough, and not at all pleasant, but a laugh.

Iceman smirked...he couldn't help it...and sat back, pulling his Game Gear out to kill time.

Two hours to go. You can make it, Bobby...you got Sonic and Street Fighter to get you through this.

Unfortunately, he'd only been playing for about ten minutes when the system flicked off. Fuck. Batteries. Anybody got an extra six lying around?

"Aww, too bad, Frosty. Looks like yer gonna have ta stick it out, just like me."

Iceman sighed. "Creed, I'm not gonna tell you again. Keep your trap shut or I'll freeze it shut for you."

"Come on in and try," was Creed's all-too-predictable response. "Although...seems t'me fightin' ain't whatcha really wanna do with me."

Bobby's head came up. He'd been expecting more fighting words, but that had come out of nowhere...."Uh, come again?"

"I can, y'know. And again, and again if I wanna. In yer mouth...all over yer body...in yer ass, as many times as ya want." One huge, meaty hand caressed his tight blue jeans, groping the bulge in them suggestively. "C'mon in an' I'll show ya."

Bobby's mouth went very dry as his brain promptly went on strike. "Are you...are you seriously suggesting...?"

Creed licked his lips in assent. His tongue was so red, his mouth so tempting underneath the scruff and stubble...then Bobby caught a flash of his fang-like canines, heard the first hint of a growl in his throat, and willed himself back to reality.

"Nice...nice try, Vicky. Get me in your cage, and the next thing I know, there's pieces of me all over the brig and you're a free kitten. Nuh-uh. Mama Drake didn't raise no fool. You can just stay in there and jerk off for all I care." And Iceman sat back in his chair and stared at the wall.

He expected Victor -- Creed. Or Sabretooth. What the fuck is up with this 'Victor' shit? -- to growl and roar, pound on the shield and demand to be let out right the fuck now, or else.

Instead, the wild man smiled broadly, exposing his fangs to Bobby and running his tongue over them again. "Bright kid. I might just do that..." And his hand went down the waistband of his jeans.

The next few minutes were unspeakably awkward for Bobby...Creed was not quiet when he masturbated, and with nothing to distract him, all Iceman could do was stare at the wall and try not to listen.

"Hrrrrr...oh, man, this feels fuckin' amazin'...nothin' like pullin' yer pud with a hot fantasy. Ya wanna hear my fantasy, Drake?"

No, Bobby thought. Not particularly. I want to get out of here. I want to go up to my room, plug in the Nintendo, and block out everything that's going on.

What came out was, "Shoot."

"I'm picturin' you, bare-ass naked, in one o'those leather slings like you see inna pornos. Yer legs are spread wide apart, an' I can see yer cock and balls restin' there. Yer tremblin', scared, but gettin' harder by the minute. Oh, yeah, it's so fuckin' hot to watch...I kneel down between yer legs an' life up yer balls, real gentle-like so's I don't scratch 'em, an' I get my glimpse o'that hot little hole o'yers. It's pink, clean...an' it's beggin' me t'fuck it. But not right away. Not dry. That wouldn't do either of us a damn bit o'good."

Bobby let himself look at Creed now. His pants were off, tossed into the far corner of his cell, and he was only wearing that black wife-beater he loved so much. His cock jutted upwards, long and thick, out of a bush of straw-colored pubic hair. His balls, thick and round, rested on a muscular, sumptuous ass that made Bobby lick his lips and let out the tiniest of whimpers.

Stop staring, stop ogling, stop perving out. It's Sabretooth, you fucking idiot, he's just trying to get you in there so he can rip you a new one...and not the way you want him to, either. Just a pose, that's all it is, a fucking lie...

Bobby told the paranoid (or just plain rational) part of his brain to go hang.

Creed was pumping his meat now, writhing his hips on the floor like he was part snake. Fluidity and fur, muscle and skin and sweat, those terrifying, sexy eyes fixed on Bobby, blue-then-yellow-then-blue-again as he spoke, that tongue licking his lips practically between sentences.

"So I dive in, lickin' yer tight asshole, rimmin' you fer all yer worth, an' you're whimperin' and groanin' fer me...yer hole all slick an' wet from what I'm doin' to ya. It don't take long before yer beggin' me for it, Popsicle...an' I give it to ya."

His hips thrust upwards once, twice, and Bobby saw the head of his cock darken with precome as it trickled down the shaft. He hadn't even noticed his own hand going down into his pants to wrap around his own shaft until he felt it close.

Creed was still talking...Bobby didn't want him to stop. "Think what you want of me, kid, but I ain't no rapist. Everyone I've ever been with has ta ask me for it, an' I ain't never hurt no one in bed. An' I don't hurt you, neither...I push inta you, slow and steady-like. You let out this moan...it's long and drawn-out, an' I love the sound of it...super-hearin' lets me feel it when you moan, like silk brushin' across naked skin...gets me harder'n ever, an' you feel me swell up inside you just as I get it balls-deep in there...aw yeah, Bobby-baby, can ya feel it?"

Bobby-baby? the Iceman thought to himself. Then he reminded his rational brain that it was still on vacation, and kept listening. At some point his pants had dropped around his ankles, but he didn't care. It just made pumping his cock easier...

"Yeah, yer feelin' it, boy. Yer feelin' it, an' yer lovin' it, lovin' my meat slide in an' outta you. The sling's fuckin' rockin' back an' forth, but it just helps me fuck you deeper, harder...yer moanin' non-stop now, tellin' me how good a fuck I am, how you ain't never had it better...ohhh, yeah, baby, I'm gettin' close. Can ya feel it? Can ya?"

Creed's vocabulary was going the same direction as Bobby's brain...which was to say, out the window. But at this point, Bobby didn't care...all that mattered to him was that Creed kept talking.

"Oh, yeah, baby, I'm gettin' close...fuck, almost there...ohh, yer ass feels so good around me...fuck, fuck fuck FUCK! Awww, Popsicle, I'm CUMMIN'! You ain't never had a load like this before! Awww yeaaah!!"

With that final half-growl, half-scream, Creed started thrusting his cock frantically into his hand, letting loose a torrent of seed the likes of which Bobby had never seen before. The signt of him...the sound of him...was enough to push Bobby over the edge, and soon he too was crying out in ecstasy as his cock spurted in his fist, cum landing all over the metal floor as his body shook and convulsed.

When it ended, he went limp in the seat, sagging and gasping for breath, his face flushed and his entire body coated with a sheen of sweat. Sabretooth, he noticed, wasn't much better. But Victor was wearing a smug smirk as his eyes fixed on Bobby.

"Not bad, huh Popsicle? Thing is...I can do this over an' over again. You want it? All ya gotta do is let go."

Bobby looked at Creed for a long minute...then picked up his pants, wiped himself off as best he could, and walked out the door.

Someone else could take this shift. He was done, whatever Ororo said.

"You'll be back!" Victor called after him. "You ain't never cum so hard in yer life, an' you know it. You'll be back!"

The worst thing, Iceman thought to himself as he put his clothes back on, is I'm not sure he's wrong.