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!

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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.