This was my first post on an InsaneJournal RP group I just joined recently. No Fandom Politix is run by an awesome guy called aceoheartscajun, and he was nice enough not only to welcome me to his free-form, pan-fandom RP group, but to help get me started with this awesome, hot thread.
In this group, I play Wolverine, and aceohearts plays Gambit.
Enjoy!
~*~
A very dishevelled, very hairy man lands unceremoniously on the floor. His blue jeans are unbuttoned and rumpled, and his black tank top is bunched up as if it were in the process of being torn off. His hair, while clearly always a mess, is even worse than usual now...and the thundercloud-like scowl on his face speaks volumes about his mood.
Two fuckin' seconds ago, I was makin' out with 'Ro in her greenhouse. There better be a damn good reason for draggin' me away from the first piece of action I' ve seen since the Cajun up an' took off.
"Whoever's out there an' thinks this is funny...pal, you better pray I don't find ya."
Catching a scent on the air, he lets out a low growl. Tonight may not be a total loss after all, if whoever's coming isn't averse to finishing a half-started job. His jeans, already tight on his body, grow a sizable bulge just beneath the still-open button on his fly.
[Gambit was merely standing there, shuffling a deck of cards... and then he saw Logan. A grin emerged.]
"Mon ami! Wonderful to see you here! Hate to be de one to tell you but you' trapped. Been doing well?" [another smirk]
"Trapped? Then I'm just fuckin' peachy, Cajun."
Getting to his feet, Logan turns to face the spicy scent and smoking hot body of his teammate.
"Though I gotta admit, it don't suck seein' a familiar face."
Whoever thought Swamp-rat had some kinda charm power might not'a been that far off.
He feels his bulge get tighter against his pants, just from being in Gambit's proximity.
"So, where's 'here?' An' more importantly...it got anywhere I can grab some private time? I was in the greenhouse with 'Ro...an' I hate leavin' a job half-finished."
[Gambit keeps shuffling, an amused smirk remains]
"Remy been told it a nexus.. seem you get people from every place, time, world... Maybe you find somet'ing new mon ami!."
"De're are rooms all over de place... make sure dey are safe though... had man-eating plants in one... Sure you will prune 'dem good!"
[He looks at Logan, he's still so handsome...]
"Cool."
He heads for one of the aforementioned doors, pulling his shirt off over his head, and turns back with a grin.
"You comin' or what?"
"Can't see why I wouldn't mon ami!" Remy replies, a smile still on that demon-eyed face.
[he follows... At least Logan made sure Remy KNEW when he wanted some manlove!]
As soon as the door closes behind him, the shirtless Logan pulls Remy in for the kiss of his life. The sweet, spicy taste of his teammate's mouth, the smell of his skin, his hair...god-DAMN, Logan missed this.
If I gotta be stuck here, there's way worse folks to be stuck here with.
The room is built for one thing and one thing only...Fucking. The bed has black leather sheets. There's a sling in the corner, lube on the dresser, and more toys than the Canadian has ever seen in his life.
"Sweet. I might never letcha leave this room."
After taking stock, Logan sits on the bed, kicking his boots off and spreading his legs.
"Come on, Cajun...strip fer me. Been too fuckin' long since I seen that sweet bod o'yers."
[Remy pretends to be shocked as he is pulled in, but he really goes for it when he hits Logan's mouth, his tongue playfully sparring]
[He glances around... room looks like Logan decorated it!]
"Would I ever try to leave 'dis place mon ami? Looks like heaven!"
[Gambit struts around, slowly dropping the coat, then the armor...]
"Yep... you de same Logan..." (he smiles)
The wild man leans back on the bed, stroking himself through his jeans as he watches his friend peel off his costume. Letting out a low growl of approval, he grins.
"You know me, Rems, I never change. An' yer gettin' me just as hot as ever..."
He thrusts his hips upward a couple times to show his point, his jeans stretched to the point of near-bursting with his hard-on.
"Unwrap yer present, boy, an' play with it however ya like."
"Remy never look a gift horse in de mouth mon ami!" [He slips his hand beneath Logan's jeans, grabbing Logan's thick shaft as he leans over, nibbling Logan's ear]
"You so hot Logan... Remy want to do horrible t'ings to you... horrible by dere tastes of course, not ours" he adds, the voice dripping in mischief.
Awww yeah, I missed that voice.
The Cajun's voice put together with his actions almost brings Logan off right there. A powerful, meaty hand goes to his Cajun friend's ass and starts working it, kneading the globes as he licks every inch of exposed flesh he can reach...neck, chest, nipples, the works.
"Goddamn, Remy...you taste as fuckin' awesome as ever. I could just throw you on this bed an' lick you all over fer hours...but first, I need this ass...an' I need that cock...whatever fucking order ya want. An' don't stop talkin', baby."
[Remy moans as the hand grabs his butt, moans come more as the licks cover his chest, neck, nipples, shoulders...]
"Logan mon cher you know jus' wha' Remy wanna hear!"
[He leans up, grabs Logan and forces a kiss..... You can't have Remy without forced romance! He's an affection-rapist!]
[He whispers into Logan's ear] "You so hot when you ride me Logan... de noises you make..." [he smirks again]
Logan snarls hotly into the kiss...like he'd ever really mind Remy forcing one...and shoves the Cajun onto the bed.
"Then chuck me the lube an' lemme getcha ready, Rems...'cause ol' Logan's feelin' like a ride tonight."
Like a jungle cat, he is suddenly over his friend's nude body, trapping Remy's legs underneath his powerful arms as he licks at the ivory shaft between them, loving the taste, loving how each stroke of his tongue gets him harder and harder.
Logan loves sex with anyone, but with Remy it's a fucking revelation.
[Remy grabs the lube from the nightstand and tosses it to Logan]
"Oh Logan... you are so good wid' 'dis..." he says with breathless moans, relishing every lick of his savage lover's tongue. His hand is running through Logan's hair, an encouraging rub.
[He slightly shivers as Logan rubs the cold lube over his shaft] "Mon dieu Logan... Remy can never get enough of you..."
"Me neither, babe."
Logan breathes on the lubricated cock for a moment while he shucks off his jeans. He's naked at last and loving the feel, the wildness, the freedom of it.
He groans aloud in anticipation as he preps his own ass, then he crawls on top of Remy and pushes back, letting out a long, sustained moan as he fills himself with his teammate's cock.
"Oh, yeaaaahhhh..."
[Remy softly, but deeply purrs as Logan sinks down onto him... he is enveloped in warmth and tightness... he has his hands around Logan's waist, his cinnamon hair is sprawled accross the pillow... that smile seems to be getting wider by the minute]
"How 'dat feel mon cher?"
"Fuckin' awesome, Rems...yer cock hits all the right places inside me, it feels so fuckin' good..."
Logan starts grinding himself up and down Remy's cock, taking what he wants and loving every second. His hirsuite body is covered in a sheen of sweat as he gets himself harder and hotter just from riding that cock. Without even touching it, his own cock grows to its full impressive size and girth, and he actually has to tug on his black-furred balls a couple of times to keep them from shooting off too soon.
He wants his turn inside you, too...
"Remy like makin you happy mon cher" he says, smiling, his hands reaching up and running accross Logan's furred chest.. "You have a sexy smile Logan..." he growls, smoothly moving his hips up and down to meet Logan's thrusts...
And yes, Remy loves to have his friend inside him, as well :)
Logan doesn't smile often, but around Remy he can...and does, letting the pleasure, comfort, and fellowship of this moment show on his face as he lets out a long, low moan of pleasure when you hit a particularly sweet spot inside him.
"Ahhh yeah, that's it...hit that spot again, baby, feels fuckin' amnazing..."
Driven beyond words by the mind-blowing fuck, Logan bends over, still riding the Cajun's cock, and latches on to one of Gambit's nipples, licking and sucking it for all he's worth.
[Remy lets out a cry of surprise... PLEASANT surprise... when his nipple is latched onto]
[He aims for that spot, over and over again, shifting to the precise angle required]
"Oh mon dieu... you so hot Logan..." [he wraps his arms around the stocky, animalistic man, massaging his back] "You know jus' wha' makes 'dis Cajun happy.." [And he's on the brink]
Feeling your closeness, the feral mutant clenches his ass and works his lips and tongue, muscles undulating and writhing in your arms as he does his level best to bring you to as earth-shattering a climax as he can.
"Go ahead, babe...shoot that fuckin' load inside me...I wanna see you get off...I wanna hear you, FEEL you get off...cum for me, Remy. Come on..."
His voice is harsh and ragged in your ear, the smell of his musk and lust evident to even human senses. He won't last long either...thankfully, he bounces back quick.
[Sharp spasms rack Remy's body, his eyes opening and closing, he breathes in Logan's musk as he powers through his climax, his hands gripping Logan's hips, holding him down on the hilt of Remy's cock]
[He gasps]
"Oh Logan... I love doing 'dat..." [and he drags Logan down for another long kiss]
Logan returns the kiss hotly, passionately, flexing his ass around Remy's softening cock. His own manhood is stiff and rigid, leaking precum in a steady stream.
"Awww, Remy, yer fuckin' amazing at this...love doin' it with ya..."
He wants to fuck himself a Cajun. But he's good at the waiting game...and Remy just shot a hell of a fine load.
[Remy looks down at Logan's substantial cock... dripping and desperate for release]
"You were always a challenge mon ami!" [The tone was playful, affectionate even]
"Jus' a minute mon cher... when I recover I'll see abou' gettin you de happy ending you need" (he smiles as he breathes in and withdraws himself)
Logan chuckles softly, and amuses himself while he waits by licking you all over, almost grooming you, the sight of you naked and the taste of your skin and sweat keeping him hard...not that his own hand isn't doing its fair share.
Goddamn, but you're fucking hot. And you know it, too, ya bastard.
[Remy responds to the treatment happily, he almost giggles as Logan licks him all over, lauging and beaming smiles of appreciation]
"Logan! Haaaha! Ohyeah! Hooo!" [its like being on a carnival ride!]
[He notices he is fully recovered through the usual means... a throbbing hardon again!]
[He sends a smoldering stare Logan's way, smirking through it] "You wanna take Remy, mon cher?" [and he KNOWS how much you want it!]
"Bet that sweet ass I do, Cajun."
Logan rolls over to lie on his back on the bed, bringing Remy up on top of him as he takes the chance to feel his sexy lover up all over. The lube is still on the bed, within easy each of Gambit's thief's fingers, and Logan grins up at him as he lays back, hands behind his head, displaying himself proudly for his lover.
"It's all primed an' ready for ya, baby. Just lube me up an' we can go to town."
[Remy straddles Logan, obviously looking forward to the future events, and quickly grabs the lube, slicking up Logan with his fast, lithe hands]
[And slowly, carefully, he lets himself sink down at a measured, gradual pace...]
[His face, it shows only evidence of rapture]
"Oh... ohhhhh [he draws out the moan, slowly, letting it drip out of his mouth]... [and finally he is at the base..] Oh Logan..." [Remy's head nuzzles Logan's neck]
"Fuck yeah, Rems...ohhh, fuck, you're so tight, so hot..."
Logan wraps his powerful, hairy arms around his lover, holding him close in a rare display of affection as he thrusts slowly upwards into that delicious, hot ass.
"You feel so good around me, Remy...I fuckin' love it."
[Remy purrs as Logan slowly withdraws and re-enters him, his eyes fluttering... and when he feels Logan's arms around him he opens them, gazing into Logan's eyes]
"Logan... Yeah you do it good... oh" [he's incoherent right now]...
[Remy manages to grind his special spot right into Logan's cock, slight cries of joy as he does]
"Remy happy you're here mon ami" [it was a growled whisper]
"Me too, Cajun. The rest o'the team's hot, but yer...special."
Remy manages to find his sweet spot, and Logan is happy to oblige him, thrusting into his lover's ass with moans and guttural growls of pleasure as he watches him ride his cock so magnificently
"Beautiful...you belong up there, babe, ridin' a cock like you were born to it"
And Remy is so close to climax now, cock throbbing and dripping]
"Oh fuck Logan... Jus' where I like it... Oh mon dieu..."
[And as he nearly approaches the apex, he instantly comes down, leaning straight to Logan's face and silencing his depraved words with a long kiss, plunging his tongue aggressively into Logan's mouth]
Logan lets out a noise halfway between a grunt and a scream around Remy's lips as his hips hunch forward, bucking himself into Remy as he smashes through the point of no return and straight into his second, screaming, shuddering climax, gouts of pent-up seed blasting from his cock into Remy's perfect ass as he kisses the Cajun like a man possessed.
[Remy climaxes a second time, a moan travelling through his tongue as he puts the last drop of pent up sexual energy into the kiss, his own cum shooting accross Logan's chest as Logan spilled inside him, he kept duelling with Logan, fighting through the kiss until the rage of both of them subsided into playful duelling]
[He broke the kiss, almost gasping for air]
"Remy like 'dat mon cher.." [The smirk could not be erased!]
~*~
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
A Day In The Life, Part 2
Hey guys,
Remember this fic? Good. :) Remember how I promised I'd continue it?
Well, better late than never. ^_^; Also, look! Plot!
...We'll see how long that lasts.
~*~
Bobby woke up first, seeing the afternoon sun's rays shine through his bedroom window. He yawned, stretched, and rolled right on top of the big pile of fur that was his sleeping bedmate. They were still naked, the scent of sex barely lingering after the morning's marathon...and just like that, Bobby was horny again.
His hand drifted down his lover's massive chest, to the heavy sac and thick purple shaft resting between his sexy, muscular thighs. It didn't even occur to Iceman to wonder if Hank would appreciate being woken up like this...it had worked this morning, no reason for it not to work now. Taking the Beast's cock in one hand and his own in the other, Bobby started stroking them in time with each other, relishing the size and thickness of Hank's shaft even as his own cock shot jolts of pure pleasure through his body. Bobby felt Hank stir and rumble, but then keep snoring, a thick, shaggy arm draping itself over his smaller frame as he stroked.
Jerking Hank off was fun, but it wasn't enough for Bobby. Not even close. So he crawled down the bed, between those huge, gorgeous tree-truck legs, and licked at his man's swelling member. This got much more reaction out of Hank...the rumbles actually became soft moans and whimpers, and Bobby saw Hank's lips form his name in his sleep. Bobby watched this, and fell in love all over again.
It didn't take long for Hank to cum; it never did. Before long, his hips were pistoning his cock in and out of Bobby's mouth as his massive fingers closed around the younger man's head, engulfing him in darkness and fur as he shot loads of his delicious, spicy-sweet seed into Bobby's mouth. It was too much for him to swallow, and ran down his chin in white rivulets, but Bobby didn't care. It was Hank, so it was wonderful. Better than wonderful; it was fucking perfect.
Those big blue eyes fluttered open and looked at him, that face turning into the sexiest smile Bobby had ever seen. "Well, good afternoon, handsome," he said, and Bobby got shivers. "I do seem to have misplaced my laboratory...or at least myself."
"Blame it on your age, Blue." Bobby chuckled, licking himself as clean as he could. Then Hank came in, long swipes of his tongue cleaning the rest of the seed off his face, before pulling him close for another of the best kisses Bobby had ever had.
It was the best moment Bobby had ever had in his life. It always was. Unfortunately, life wasn't about to let them keep it that way. The intercom chose that moment to flick to life, with their Fearless Leader's voice coming over the airwaves.
"X-Men, emergency! Meet in the hangar, stat!"
Like a mirror hitting a concrete floor, the mood was shattered and both Iceman and Beast were in full 'X-Men' mode. They dressed in their uniforms and headed out without a word.
~*~
One Hour Later
"OK, Cyke, time to spill. What's the big emergency? And oh yeah...are we there yet?"
Iceman knew how immature he sounded. But if he couldn't enjoy the rest of his day, he'd make damn sure his boss didn't either.
"Outbreaks of juvenile conduct notwithstanding, our resident - and rather nubile - animate Popsicle raises a point," Beast said, ever the voice of reason...if not the only thing keeping Bobby and Scott from ripping each other apart. "We have been left somewhat in the dark as to the nature of our summons, our foes...and practically any other relevant details about our mission. And as much as I enjoy a nice aimless flight around the globe..." He flashed the team leader the most ingratiating of smiles. "...I must say I would feel better with a bit more briefing as to the nature of this excursion."
Scott didn't say anything. He simply started straight ahead, hands practically white-knuckled under their gloves around the yoke of the Blackbird's throttle. After a moment of uncomfortable silence, the red-headed young man in the copilot's chair spoke up.
"It's the Hellfire Club...namely, Sebastian Shaw. We just saw news reports of a mining operation in the Andes that he's funding. A little digging revealed that the operation...it's just a front for whatever his real objective is."
Beast nodded thoughtfully. "That explains Scott's taciturn-cum-truculent demeanor."
"Also why he's being so grouchy," Iceman piped up. Hank swatted him from behind...gently.
Cyclops had never been terribly fond of the Hellfire Club, but after their members had corrupted the woman Scott loved into Dark Phoenix -- thus triggering a series of unfortunate events that had led to her ultimate demise -- that professional dislike had soured into outright hatred. Despite Jean's reincarnation as John Grey, and the subsequent total separation of John's psyche from the Phoenix (though he had kept the name, in honor of who and what he had been), the bitterness Cyclops had for the Hellfire Club remained, and probably always would.
For his part, John had gone quiet, and assumed a pensive demeanor. Bobby couldn't blame him...after all, he was Jean in every way that counted (except one or two), and so had his own bad memories and demons to deal with. He leaned back to whisper to Hank.
"Blue? Baby? I kinda...think we don't belong on this one."
Hank's paw rested on Bobby's shoulder, and he leaned up to nuzzle his lover. Funny, how such a primitive gesture could feel so natural coming from him. "Be of good cheer, my frosty paramour. Someone has to play chaperone for these two, and as fellow 'old-timers', as it were, I posit that we would make preferable babysitters to those of the team with less patience, such as Wolverine or Bishop."
"Good point," Bobby muttered, once he deciphered Hank's five-dollar vocabulary. Logan would probably have sliced the hull open with a claw and jumped out, not particuarly caring whether he turned into sidewalk stroganoff or not, and Bishop was a total brick wall when it came to sensitivity.
But the four of them, and Wings...they'd formed a connection early on, and that was hard to break. It hadn't broken when Jean had come back looking more GQ than Cosmo, and it hadn't broken when Bobby and Hank shared their first kiss in public at the team's 7th anniversary. Nothing could break up this team, not at heart. Oh, their lives may head off in separate directions, but when it came down to it, no one had each other's backs like the original X-Men.
Good thing, too, Bobby thought as the plane touched down, 'cause whatever Shaw's really doing with those 'mines,' I can bet it's not gonna involve candy or puppies. Unless it's stealing the candy and kicking the puppies.
He suddenly had a very bad feeling about this mission.
~TO BE CONTINUED...~
Remember this fic? Good. :) Remember how I promised I'd continue it?
Well, better late than never. ^_^; Also, look! Plot!
...We'll see how long that lasts.
~*~
Bobby woke up first, seeing the afternoon sun's rays shine through his bedroom window. He yawned, stretched, and rolled right on top of the big pile of fur that was his sleeping bedmate. They were still naked, the scent of sex barely lingering after the morning's marathon...and just like that, Bobby was horny again.
His hand drifted down his lover's massive chest, to the heavy sac and thick purple shaft resting between his sexy, muscular thighs. It didn't even occur to Iceman to wonder if Hank would appreciate being woken up like this...it had worked this morning, no reason for it not to work now. Taking the Beast's cock in one hand and his own in the other, Bobby started stroking them in time with each other, relishing the size and thickness of Hank's shaft even as his own cock shot jolts of pure pleasure through his body. Bobby felt Hank stir and rumble, but then keep snoring, a thick, shaggy arm draping itself over his smaller frame as he stroked.
Jerking Hank off was fun, but it wasn't enough for Bobby. Not even close. So he crawled down the bed, between those huge, gorgeous tree-truck legs, and licked at his man's swelling member. This got much more reaction out of Hank...the rumbles actually became soft moans and whimpers, and Bobby saw Hank's lips form his name in his sleep. Bobby watched this, and fell in love all over again.
It didn't take long for Hank to cum; it never did. Before long, his hips were pistoning his cock in and out of Bobby's mouth as his massive fingers closed around the younger man's head, engulfing him in darkness and fur as he shot loads of his delicious, spicy-sweet seed into Bobby's mouth. It was too much for him to swallow, and ran down his chin in white rivulets, but Bobby didn't care. It was Hank, so it was wonderful. Better than wonderful; it was fucking perfect.
Those big blue eyes fluttered open and looked at him, that face turning into the sexiest smile Bobby had ever seen. "Well, good afternoon, handsome," he said, and Bobby got shivers. "I do seem to have misplaced my laboratory...or at least myself."
"Blame it on your age, Blue." Bobby chuckled, licking himself as clean as he could. Then Hank came in, long swipes of his tongue cleaning the rest of the seed off his face, before pulling him close for another of the best kisses Bobby had ever had.
It was the best moment Bobby had ever had in his life. It always was. Unfortunately, life wasn't about to let them keep it that way. The intercom chose that moment to flick to life, with their Fearless Leader's voice coming over the airwaves.
"X-Men, emergency! Meet in the hangar, stat!"
Like a mirror hitting a concrete floor, the mood was shattered and both Iceman and Beast were in full 'X-Men' mode. They dressed in their uniforms and headed out without a word.
~*~
One Hour Later
"OK, Cyke, time to spill. What's the big emergency? And oh yeah...are we there yet?"
Iceman knew how immature he sounded. But if he couldn't enjoy the rest of his day, he'd make damn sure his boss didn't either.
"Outbreaks of juvenile conduct notwithstanding, our resident - and rather nubile - animate Popsicle raises a point," Beast said, ever the voice of reason...if not the only thing keeping Bobby and Scott from ripping each other apart. "We have been left somewhat in the dark as to the nature of our summons, our foes...and practically any other relevant details about our mission. And as much as I enjoy a nice aimless flight around the globe..." He flashed the team leader the most ingratiating of smiles. "...I must say I would feel better with a bit more briefing as to the nature of this excursion."
Scott didn't say anything. He simply started straight ahead, hands practically white-knuckled under their gloves around the yoke of the Blackbird's throttle. After a moment of uncomfortable silence, the red-headed young man in the copilot's chair spoke up.
"It's the Hellfire Club...namely, Sebastian Shaw. We just saw news reports of a mining operation in the Andes that he's funding. A little digging revealed that the operation...it's just a front for whatever his real objective is."
Beast nodded thoughtfully. "That explains Scott's taciturn-cum-truculent demeanor."
"Also why he's being so grouchy," Iceman piped up. Hank swatted him from behind...gently.
Cyclops had never been terribly fond of the Hellfire Club, but after their members had corrupted the woman Scott loved into Dark Phoenix -- thus triggering a series of unfortunate events that had led to her ultimate demise -- that professional dislike had soured into outright hatred. Despite Jean's reincarnation as John Grey, and the subsequent total separation of John's psyche from the Phoenix (though he had kept the name, in honor of who and what he had been), the bitterness Cyclops had for the Hellfire Club remained, and probably always would.
For his part, John had gone quiet, and assumed a pensive demeanor. Bobby couldn't blame him...after all, he was Jean in every way that counted (except one or two), and so had his own bad memories and demons to deal with. He leaned back to whisper to Hank.
"Blue? Baby? I kinda...think we don't belong on this one."
Hank's paw rested on Bobby's shoulder, and he leaned up to nuzzle his lover. Funny, how such a primitive gesture could feel so natural coming from him. "Be of good cheer, my frosty paramour. Someone has to play chaperone for these two, and as fellow 'old-timers', as it were, I posit that we would make preferable babysitters to those of the team with less patience, such as Wolverine or Bishop."
"Good point," Bobby muttered, once he deciphered Hank's five-dollar vocabulary. Logan would probably have sliced the hull open with a claw and jumped out, not particuarly caring whether he turned into sidewalk stroganoff or not, and Bishop was a total brick wall when it came to sensitivity.
But the four of them, and Wings...they'd formed a connection early on, and that was hard to break. It hadn't broken when Jean had come back looking more GQ than Cosmo, and it hadn't broken when Bobby and Hank shared their first kiss in public at the team's 7th anniversary. Nothing could break up this team, not at heart. Oh, their lives may head off in separate directions, but when it came down to it, no one had each other's backs like the original X-Men.
Good thing, too, Bobby thought as the plane touched down, 'cause whatever Shaw's really doing with those 'mines,' I can bet it's not gonna involve candy or puppies. Unless it's stealing the candy and kicking the puppies.
He suddenly had a very bad feeling about this mission.
~TO BE CONTINUED...~
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Found Out
Been a long time, no? Sorry for the wait.
When in doubt, I find it's always best to go back to one's roots to fight off a case of writer's block. Wolverine slash has always come easier to me than anything else I've ever written, so here you go. :)
Enjoy!
~*~
Piotr Nikolievich Rasputin was unsure of just what he was seeing through the crack in Professor Xavier's study door.
That wasn't right. He knew exactly what he was seeing, but was unsure of what it was doing to him.
Wolverine and Magneto, the Institute's newly-appointed headmaster in Professor Xavier's absence, were kissing. Not just any kiss, either...Magnus was bending over Logan and practically shoving his tongue down his throat, and Piotr could hear his feral friend growl in response as he reached up and all but grabbed the Master of Magnetism in his arms.
With a negligent wave of his hand, his lips never leaving Logan's, Erik cleared the desk with a burst of magnetic energy. Both men were panting, the exposed bodies covered in a sheen of sweat, as Magnus shoved the mountain man onto the now-bare wood surface, tugging at his clothes hastily. Logan put up a finger to his lover's lips, muttered something, and then had Magnus sit back in a chair opposite the desk while he got onto his knees on top of it.
What Logan did next made Colossus's jaw drop. He started to writhe on top of the desk, swaying like a serpent as he pulled his costume off. Honestly, 'pulled' was a bit mild...despite the sensuality of his movements, it was clear that he was tearing his shirt off his body in slow-motion.
Colossus heard rustling from the chair, and saw Magneto's pants drop to his ankles. The silver-haired man kicked them out of the way with an impatient grunt...and then Logan was dragging his own claws down his legs.
At first, Piotr thought he was just lightly stroking them for some reason, but when the hirsuite man's claws finished their downward journey, he thrust upward violently with his hips...once, twice, thrice! And his pants flew off his body in ribbons, pooling on the floor before him.
Now naked, Logan leaned back on his knees on the desk, thrusting his hard, thick cock in and out of his fist as he let out a moan of pleasure.
Piotr could hear him for the first time, now. "C'mon, Maggs," he was saying, "Get that hot body an' yer sweet, sweet cock over here an' give ol' Logan what he's been askin' for."
Magneto needed no further urging. He rose to his feet, as naked as Wolverine was...and Colossus gaped. While he had seen Wolverine naked several times in the showers and the locker room...and, yes, watched him long and hard, though he was always careful to keep that to himself...Magneto was a private man, unwilling to show that much of his body off to anyone.
Now that he was seeing it in its full glory, Piotr admitted he regretted that a great deal. Extremely trim and fit for his age, Magneto was very nicely defined...while nowhere near as large as Colossus, he made up for it with definition, and with a smooth, well-formed ass that made Piotr's mouth water.
He approached Logan from the side of the desk, rather than the front, and Logan turned to face him with a knowing smirk. It was strange...Piotr had seen that smirk a thousand times on Wolverine's face, but here, naked on the Professor's desk about to have sex with Magneto, it took on whole volumes of new meaning. Magneto lay himself atop Logan, grinding his hips against the stockier man as he listened to him groan. Both men were gleaming with sweat now, and Piotr had to surreptitiously mop his own brow and adjust his pants...unfortunately, his fingers were so shaky that he fumbled the catch, causing them to pool around his ankles.
Piotr blushed, cursed softly to himself, and leaned down to pick them up...only to have the biggest erection he'd ever been faced with thrust out of the seam in his boxers. Gasping and panting, he looked from his aching hard-on to the couple rutting on the desk...they seemed too wrapped up in each other to notice him.
What would be the harm? a voice said inside his mind. They are enjoying themselves...it seems only fair that you do so as well.
Part of him wanted to say no. To tuck himself back in, go to his room, and start painting, working out...anything to tear himself away from the captivating scene playing out before him. While his mind wrestled with insecurity and indecision, however, his body took on a mind of its own, thumbs hooking into his waistband and flicking his underwear to the floor before one of his meaty fists closed around his cock, pumping it in time with the thrusts of the two men in the study against each other. Piotr could now clearly see that their hard manhoods were grinding against each other...Erik's was long and jutting, Logan's thick and stout...and if he looked hard enough, he could see the glitter of what must have been preseed forming a puddle between them.
After a short eternity of watching the two naked men writhe in each other's arms, Logan pushed Magneto off him, the silver-haired mutant rising to his knees, then leaned up and kissed him hotly for a moment. Piotr almost came right then and there at the sight of Wolverine, naked, kissing another man with such passion and fervor.
Then, the hairy little man lay back, grabbed his thighs, and pulled them apart, exposing his ass to Erik with a grin that sent a jolt of lust through Piotr's balls.
Does he mean to...? No. No, this is Logan. He could not possibly...
To Colossus's surprise, Magneto smiled, licked his lips, and bent his head down, burying his face between Logan's hirsuite thighs. Almost immediately, the smaller man seemed to go crazy, rutting his hips against Magnus's face and crying out, over and over again,
"Aaaah, God! Goddamn, Erik, your tongue feels so fuckin' good inside me! Ahh, Christ! Oh yeah! Awww yeah! Don't stop, you sexy, arrogant bastard! Eat my ass, Magnus, eat my fuckin' ass! Keep eatin' me out, you fuckin' stud, you're lickin' the fuckin' spot right there! Aww, God, ohh, Christ, I'M CUMMIN'! I'M FUCKIN' CUMMIN' WITH YOU EATIN' ME OUT, MAGNETO!"
And true to his word, Logan's cock swelled in his fist and shot streams of pearly seed onto his black-furred chest as he gyrated his hips spastically. Erik, for his part, simply moaned and buried himself even deeper inside Logan. Piotr saw his shoulders moving, and knew he must be masturbating in time with the licks of his tongue.
Finally, Logan slumped to the desk, panting and gasping for breath, and Magneto rose back onto the desk and kissed his feral lover, murmuring something in his ear that Piotr couldn't catch. Logan gave him a fierce grin and nodded.
What happened next had Piotr absolutely stunned. Magneto threw Logan's legs over his shoulders, reared back, and pushed his long, throbbing pillar of male flesh into the Wolverine's thoroughly rimmed ass.
If Colossus had thought Logan had gone crazy when Magneto was rimming him, the man's cries while he was being fucked made the bigger man almost think he was dying. There were no more words...only savage, feral growls, and curses, and cries. These seemed to inspire Erik to thrust harder into him, almost a savage himself as he mounted Wolverine with the force and passion of a man half his age.
It was a moment of pure, unrestrained sexuality, raw, primal lust given form and substance right there in the study, with Magnus hunched over Logan, his hips a blur as he pounded ruthlessly into the moaning, begging man.
All too soon, it was ended. Erik's entire pale body flushed red, and he let out a cry that was mixed ecstasy and agony as his cock swelled inside Logan and shot. From the way Logan was screaming, each blast of seed from Magneto's cock must have been striking Logan's prostate precisely. Colossus's eyes rolled back in his head at the thought of what Wolverine must be feeling like, and his own cock shot jets of seed into the air, landing almost inaudibly on the carpet as he struggled not to cry out, dropping to his knees for the force of the orgasm ripping through his body, leaving him quivering and half-naked on the floor.
When it ended, he was so insensible that he didn't hear the study door swing open behind him. He only came to his senses when he saw Magneto standing naked over him, his dripping manhood still hard, and a small smile on his lips.
"Logan thought he heard something," he said in that urbane, civilized voice he had. "Are you completely spent from your time as voyeur, dear boy, or do you think you have the energy to come in and join our...meeting?" He smiled salaciously at Logan, who returned the grin with a touch of savagery.
"Could always use an extra cock," Logan said. "Or an extra ass...pair o' balls...whatever."
Too stunned to reply, Colossus could only let his teammate and the Master of Magnetism lead him back through the door. As he heard it close behind him, something in him knew life would never be the same after today.
When in doubt, I find it's always best to go back to one's roots to fight off a case of writer's block. Wolverine slash has always come easier to me than anything else I've ever written, so here you go. :)
Enjoy!
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Piotr Nikolievich Rasputin was unsure of just what he was seeing through the crack in Professor Xavier's study door.
That wasn't right. He knew exactly what he was seeing, but was unsure of what it was doing to him.
Wolverine and Magneto, the Institute's newly-appointed headmaster in Professor Xavier's absence, were kissing. Not just any kiss, either...Magnus was bending over Logan and practically shoving his tongue down his throat, and Piotr could hear his feral friend growl in response as he reached up and all but grabbed the Master of Magnetism in his arms.
With a negligent wave of his hand, his lips never leaving Logan's, Erik cleared the desk with a burst of magnetic energy. Both men were panting, the exposed bodies covered in a sheen of sweat, as Magnus shoved the mountain man onto the now-bare wood surface, tugging at his clothes hastily. Logan put up a finger to his lover's lips, muttered something, and then had Magnus sit back in a chair opposite the desk while he got onto his knees on top of it.
What Logan did next made Colossus's jaw drop. He started to writhe on top of the desk, swaying like a serpent as he pulled his costume off. Honestly, 'pulled' was a bit mild...despite the sensuality of his movements, it was clear that he was tearing his shirt off his body in slow-motion.
Colossus heard rustling from the chair, and saw Magneto's pants drop to his ankles. The silver-haired man kicked them out of the way with an impatient grunt...and then Logan was dragging his own claws down his legs.
At first, Piotr thought he was just lightly stroking them for some reason, but when the hirsuite man's claws finished their downward journey, he thrust upward violently with his hips...once, twice, thrice! And his pants flew off his body in ribbons, pooling on the floor before him.
Now naked, Logan leaned back on his knees on the desk, thrusting his hard, thick cock in and out of his fist as he let out a moan of pleasure.
Piotr could hear him for the first time, now. "C'mon, Maggs," he was saying, "Get that hot body an' yer sweet, sweet cock over here an' give ol' Logan what he's been askin' for."
Magneto needed no further urging. He rose to his feet, as naked as Wolverine was...and Colossus gaped. While he had seen Wolverine naked several times in the showers and the locker room...and, yes, watched him long and hard, though he was always careful to keep that to himself...Magneto was a private man, unwilling to show that much of his body off to anyone.
Now that he was seeing it in its full glory, Piotr admitted he regretted that a great deal. Extremely trim and fit for his age, Magneto was very nicely defined...while nowhere near as large as Colossus, he made up for it with definition, and with a smooth, well-formed ass that made Piotr's mouth water.
He approached Logan from the side of the desk, rather than the front, and Logan turned to face him with a knowing smirk. It was strange...Piotr had seen that smirk a thousand times on Wolverine's face, but here, naked on the Professor's desk about to have sex with Magneto, it took on whole volumes of new meaning. Magneto lay himself atop Logan, grinding his hips against the stockier man as he listened to him groan. Both men were gleaming with sweat now, and Piotr had to surreptitiously mop his own brow and adjust his pants...unfortunately, his fingers were so shaky that he fumbled the catch, causing them to pool around his ankles.
Piotr blushed, cursed softly to himself, and leaned down to pick them up...only to have the biggest erection he'd ever been faced with thrust out of the seam in his boxers. Gasping and panting, he looked from his aching hard-on to the couple rutting on the desk...they seemed too wrapped up in each other to notice him.
What would be the harm? a voice said inside his mind. They are enjoying themselves...it seems only fair that you do so as well.
Part of him wanted to say no. To tuck himself back in, go to his room, and start painting, working out...anything to tear himself away from the captivating scene playing out before him. While his mind wrestled with insecurity and indecision, however, his body took on a mind of its own, thumbs hooking into his waistband and flicking his underwear to the floor before one of his meaty fists closed around his cock, pumping it in time with the thrusts of the two men in the study against each other. Piotr could now clearly see that their hard manhoods were grinding against each other...Erik's was long and jutting, Logan's thick and stout...and if he looked hard enough, he could see the glitter of what must have been preseed forming a puddle between them.
After a short eternity of watching the two naked men writhe in each other's arms, Logan pushed Magneto off him, the silver-haired mutant rising to his knees, then leaned up and kissed him hotly for a moment. Piotr almost came right then and there at the sight of Wolverine, naked, kissing another man with such passion and fervor.
Then, the hairy little man lay back, grabbed his thighs, and pulled them apart, exposing his ass to Erik with a grin that sent a jolt of lust through Piotr's balls.
Does he mean to...? No. No, this is Logan. He could not possibly...
To Colossus's surprise, Magneto smiled, licked his lips, and bent his head down, burying his face between Logan's hirsuite thighs. Almost immediately, the smaller man seemed to go crazy, rutting his hips against Magnus's face and crying out, over and over again,
"Aaaah, God! Goddamn, Erik, your tongue feels so fuckin' good inside me! Ahh, Christ! Oh yeah! Awww yeah! Don't stop, you sexy, arrogant bastard! Eat my ass, Magnus, eat my fuckin' ass! Keep eatin' me out, you fuckin' stud, you're lickin' the fuckin' spot right there! Aww, God, ohh, Christ, I'M CUMMIN'! I'M FUCKIN' CUMMIN' WITH YOU EATIN' ME OUT, MAGNETO!"
And true to his word, Logan's cock swelled in his fist and shot streams of pearly seed onto his black-furred chest as he gyrated his hips spastically. Erik, for his part, simply moaned and buried himself even deeper inside Logan. Piotr saw his shoulders moving, and knew he must be masturbating in time with the licks of his tongue.
Finally, Logan slumped to the desk, panting and gasping for breath, and Magneto rose back onto the desk and kissed his feral lover, murmuring something in his ear that Piotr couldn't catch. Logan gave him a fierce grin and nodded.
What happened next had Piotr absolutely stunned. Magneto threw Logan's legs over his shoulders, reared back, and pushed his long, throbbing pillar of male flesh into the Wolverine's thoroughly rimmed ass.
If Colossus had thought Logan had gone crazy when Magneto was rimming him, the man's cries while he was being fucked made the bigger man almost think he was dying. There were no more words...only savage, feral growls, and curses, and cries. These seemed to inspire Erik to thrust harder into him, almost a savage himself as he mounted Wolverine with the force and passion of a man half his age.
It was a moment of pure, unrestrained sexuality, raw, primal lust given form and substance right there in the study, with Magnus hunched over Logan, his hips a blur as he pounded ruthlessly into the moaning, begging man.
All too soon, it was ended. Erik's entire pale body flushed red, and he let out a cry that was mixed ecstasy and agony as his cock swelled inside Logan and shot. From the way Logan was screaming, each blast of seed from Magneto's cock must have been striking Logan's prostate precisely. Colossus's eyes rolled back in his head at the thought of what Wolverine must be feeling like, and his own cock shot jets of seed into the air, landing almost inaudibly on the carpet as he struggled not to cry out, dropping to his knees for the force of the orgasm ripping through his body, leaving him quivering and half-naked on the floor.
When it ended, he was so insensible that he didn't hear the study door swing open behind him. He only came to his senses when he saw Magneto standing naked over him, his dripping manhood still hard, and a small smile on his lips.
"Logan thought he heard something," he said in that urbane, civilized voice he had. "Are you completely spent from your time as voyeur, dear boy, or do you think you have the energy to come in and join our...meeting?" He smiled salaciously at Logan, who returned the grin with a touch of savagery.
"Could always use an extra cock," Logan said. "Or an extra ass...pair o' balls...whatever."
Too stunned to reply, Colossus could only let his teammate and the Master of Magnetism lead him back through the door. As he heard it close behind him, something in him knew life would never be the same after today.
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