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Sunday, June 20, 2010
Birthday Present from TheMadSlasher
I bet you guys thought I forgot about you. ^_^
Well, I'm back with more offerings! This one was a birthday present from my good friend TheMadSlasher, following up on a Logan/Snake crossover fic he wrote. Under the circumstances of that fic, which can be found on his Y!Gallery, he doesn't think the two of them would get along too well if they actually met.
However, not only does he like the idea of them together under different circumstances, but he describes this present to me as "a wish fulfillment piece that ignores perfect internal logic for the sake of porn." Good thing, too, because this is SCORCHING.
Enjoy!
~*~
Curt's Birthday Present
"Not An Animal, Reprise"
The Mercenary sat in the bar. His eyes glanced around the room, as they always did whenever he wasn't in HQ. He was clad in a pair of black jeans and a tight red shirt.
On the other side of the room, a short, black-haired man recognized his scent. The short man immediately smirked. Ever since he heard about Philanthropy on the news he'd been tracking the soldier... the man that held him in a basement for a week. The man that was everything Weapon X would've wanted.
Dave began lifting the large glass to his lips. He quickly set it down when he saw the familiar face slide into the seat next to him. His eyes instantly narrowed as he scanned the stocky man for any weapons.
"Not armed. Not here fer a fight," Logan quickly replied. "Saw yer charity in tha papers."
The gravelly rasp took him back all those years; he suddenly felt the same cold sink into his bones as he watched the muscled feral struggle like an animal. And he's so much more human than I ever was. He didn't say a single word; his fingers gripped the glass with enough force that his knuckles were bone-white.
Logan placed his hand out with an open palm. His fingers were not rigid. "Ya know... what yer doin' now... its whatcha always wanted ta do."
Dave knew exactly what Logan was referring to. What Fox did. What I was too weak to do. The mercenary took a breath.
Logan felt his heart rate increase as he looked at the handsome face before him, yer livin' yer own life now... ya broke tha leash they put on ya... and that's so fuckin' hot.
Dave knew Logan's extended hand was not merely an offer of forgiveness. The gravitas of the feral's words, the dignity of the wildman's posture, those cobalt eyes boring into his own with the same determination he saw in the eyes of Hal and Fox. Even the gravelly voice of the feral had the same tone Naomi used when she said one must not be chained to fate.
He took a breath and extended his own hand.
Logan wanted to cheer, but he smiled warmly as he felt the soldier's battle-roughenned hand grasp his own and shake firmly. The mercenary's grip on his own was strong and trustworthy.
"Ya don't have ta if ya don't wanna.... but wanna come back ta my place fer some fun?"
[Thirty Minutes Later...]
The feral was straddling the soldier's waist; his knees ground into the sheets as he felt Snake's length slide up and down between his butt cheeks. His face was a lustful leer as he looked at the body below him; all sinews and flexible cords optimized for precision and speed. He licked his lips as he leant over and began to plant kisses down the Mercenary's torso. He left one on each scar; gonna be here a while.
The heat of the granite-hard, dark-haired muscle above him almost had him panting already; it pressed down on his body with significant weight. His hands clasped at the Canadian's waist; a droplet of his precum slid down his shaft as he thought about what was happenning next, wanna be inside him.
Logan lifted his head; his cobalt gaze locked itself onto the mercenary's forest green as he licked his lips;
"Ya ready fer it Dave? Wanna feel that hot cock o'yers buried inside me? Cause damn I want it too... I'm all lubed up and ready ta go handsome.."
The feral's mind was too clouded with lust for him to register that Snake said nothing; the man beneath him grunted and even purred at times but not a single word escaped those lips. Logan didn't care as he positioned his ass atop the Alaskan's length and slid his way down.
The feral made a growl that nearly became a roar as his tight ass descended further; his hole devoured the soldier's shaft in a smooth, slow motion steadied by Snake's hands around his waist.
Dave grit his teeth as his eyes rolled back in pleasure. His white-knuckled grip on the Canadian's hips remained steady as he tried to avoid letting a shout erupt from his lungs with each additional inch he was drawn into the wildman.
As Logan felt the hilt of Dave's cock pressing against his ass, he let his head tilt back and took a deep breath. Droplets of sweat fell down his torso and moved through the thick forest of hair atop the thick ropes of musculature that reinforced his stocky frame. The heat and pressure moving inside him only stoked the fire in his loins; his hand encircled his achingly rigid shaft and began to pump back and forth as his body began to move up and down.
"Fuckin' hell Dave... I fuckin' love this..." he growled, "yer cock feels so fuckin' good in me Dave"... his voice became rougher as his sliding up and down the Alaskan's shaft became faster, "I'm gonna cum soon stud... yer gettin' close ain'tcha? Wanna cum inside me don'tcha handsome?"
The mercenary responded by thrusting upwards into the amazingly tight and hot ass his hands were kneading; his heart rate surged with each motion into the hairy man above him. The knot in his gut only grew tigher with each depraved syllable the mutant uttered. But still over every guttral grunt he made, no words emerged from his mouth.
Finally the tension within both men reached the apex; Dave let out a drawn out, rough moan that interlaced with Logan's harsh, subterranean growl. The feral's load shot skyward and landed on his furred chest. The mercenary came inside Logan with several more upward thrusts; each one targeting the wildman's prostate with ruthless precision.
Snake felt the heat of Logan's body descend back onto his; the smoky whisper of the feral's voice massaged his ears;
"Ya feelin' good?"
"I'm good," he replied quickly in his own metallic rasp.
Least he didn't say "I'm fine", Logan thought with almost some regret. He recognized that controlled, military demeanor of absolute professionalism; that appearance of stability which was almost masochistic to imitate.. just like Scotty... he don't wanna relax..
And then an idea emerged in his mind. He smirked as he contemplated it.
"I know whatcha need Dave... I gotta real treat fer ya... yer gonna love it..."
[Two Minutes Later...]
Dave lay back in the sling; the angle made his legs naturally drift back and the firm, muscled globes of his ass spread. His eyes shot straight towards the Canadian; the pupils diluted as his heart raced.
"Relax, stud..." Logan playfully snarled from a table across the room, "I ain't gonna tie ya up er anythin'... ain't gonna control ya.." fuck, that's tha last thing I wanna do... "yer a real reserved one Dave..." Logan began to turn around from the table; he carried something in his hand, "Im gonna make ya lose yer inhibitions..."
Dave saw the playful smirk on Logan's face; his pulse raced when he made out the form of the black rubber dildo in Logan's hand.. Part of him felt defenseless; the air caressing his asshole made him feel vulnerable. But as his grip on one of the sling's straps grew tighter he stabilized his breathing.. I trust him... he coulda killed me back in Alaska...
"Ya want that Dave? Wanna lemme drive ya completely wild?"
He remembered the sight of the feral racing through the snow after leaving his house, how the short Canadian looked so untamable... I wanna be that free...
"Bring it on," the Alaskan replied in a rasp free of any trace of uncertainty.
Logan grinned as he poured lube on his fingers. He let out a smoldering chuckle; not one of conquest but of anticipation... "god Dave... ya got tha sweetest ass.." he slipped a single finger into the taller man's asshole and heard the infiltrator purr back through gritted teeth, "yer gonna love this, I promise."
The mercenary's breathing grew more ragged as Logan slid a second finger into him. He didn't feel pain, just the familiar stretch that he needed to adjust to. As Logan spread those fingers within his hole, he let out more soft hisses and snarls. After he felt the tightness yield, he looked the shorter man in the eye with a smirk of his own.
"Alright... 'm ready..."
Logan grinned wolfishly as he held the dildo up. There was a pump-like bulb at the base.
"Inflatable... starts out small and can get as big as ya want it."
Dave let out his own chuckle; it sounded raspier and more on-edge than Logan's.
"Sounds fun. Do it."
Without any hesitation he quickly slid the lube-slicked toy and lightly pressed it against Snake's entrance.
A sonorous but quiet moan spilled from Dave's lips as his ass yielded to the slow intrusion of the black rubber dildo; his iron-hard length throbbed in time with his heartbeat. He felt the toy move deeper and deeper within him; it ground against spots he thought only Hal knew about. The moment the base of the toy touched his butt he sharply drew breath. His grip on the sling was ruthlessly tight.
"How does it feel, Dave? C'mon, yer so sexy and strong and free now... ya deserve ta feel good... tell me..." Lemme hear ya... drop tha fuckin' stoic crap and say it... His fingers slowly squeezed the bulb and gradually the toy began to expand slightly inside the mercenary's ass.
A long, teeth-clenched, hissing moan erupted from the infiltrator's lungs as he felt the black rubber length fill him more completely; the familiar pressure in his loins only grew in response. His cheeks were flushed as he panted for more breath. And still words failed him, even as he felt the dildo begin to slide in and out of his asshole. He could only groan in response, but no longer was the sound attenuated.
Logan smirked with an inward smile at each unrestrained moan that came from the scar-covered, lithe mercenary. His sensitive ears still felt that aggressive rasp that lay on the edge of every sound the man made. His own fist moved up and down his again-rigid manhood as he slowly pumped the toy again.
The growl-laced roar that emerged from the Alaskan's mouth foreshadowed the drops of precum that dripped down his steel-hard shaft. The depth and the stretch of the toy inside him, the rough voice and soothing body heat of the man moving the toy in and out of him, the constant invitation to rip away all the protocol and decorum the military drilled into him... it was all too much. His resolve finally broke.
"Logan... fuck I'm gonna... gonna.." he couldn't string any more words together.
The Canadian didn't care; his eyes roamed over the sinewy chest that glittered with sweat, the delicious globes of muscle and the toy moving in and out of the tight entrance between them, and the ever-so-slight crumble of the mercenary's quiet, reserved demeanour. Only a bit... but its progress... "Yeah Dave... yer gonna cum, just like ya did when ya fucked my ass, yer gonna blow a huge load from me fuckin' yer sweet butt with this toy... and ya fuckin' love it dontcha?" He didn't need an answer.
One final strangled cry was wrenched from the infiltrator's lungs as he shot jets of seed over his own chest. Each successive blast from his cock was accompanied by a nearly angry grunt as beads of sweat trickled down from his face and along his corded, flexible torso.
Logan quickly followed; his own fist tightened around his thick shaft as his essence erupted from his body and landed on Snake. He barely took time to finish coming before he quickly withdrew the sex toy from Dave's ass and got his tongue working on those limber muscles. The cocktail of sweat and seed was lapped up off the scarred body of the mercenary; Logan's moans of relish combined with Dave's slow breaths in a call-and-response that punctuated the afterglow.
"Damn," the Alaskan said with a visible smirk on his face. "Was good."
"Still is," Logan replied as he looked up at Dave's face. Every trace was cleaned off of Dave's torso, "yer real tasty too..."
Dave only chuckled in reply as he sat up and slid out of the sling. "You wanna... do this again sometime?" Can I take some photos for Hal? he thought mischievously.
"Anytime, Dave."
The End
Well, I'm back with more offerings! This one was a birthday present from my good friend TheMadSlasher, following up on a Logan/Snake crossover fic he wrote. Under the circumstances of that fic, which can be found on his Y!Gallery, he doesn't think the two of them would get along too well if they actually met.
However, not only does he like the idea of them together under different circumstances, but he describes this present to me as "a wish fulfillment piece that ignores perfect internal logic for the sake of porn." Good thing, too, because this is SCORCHING.
Enjoy!
~*~
Curt's Birthday Present
"Not An Animal, Reprise"
The Mercenary sat in the bar. His eyes glanced around the room, as they always did whenever he wasn't in HQ. He was clad in a pair of black jeans and a tight red shirt.
On the other side of the room, a short, black-haired man recognized his scent. The short man immediately smirked. Ever since he heard about Philanthropy on the news he'd been tracking the soldier... the man that held him in a basement for a week. The man that was everything Weapon X would've wanted.
Dave began lifting the large glass to his lips. He quickly set it down when he saw the familiar face slide into the seat next to him. His eyes instantly narrowed as he scanned the stocky man for any weapons.
"Not armed. Not here fer a fight," Logan quickly replied. "Saw yer charity in tha papers."
The gravelly rasp took him back all those years; he suddenly felt the same cold sink into his bones as he watched the muscled feral struggle like an animal. And he's so much more human than I ever was. He didn't say a single word; his fingers gripped the glass with enough force that his knuckles were bone-white.
Logan placed his hand out with an open palm. His fingers were not rigid. "Ya know... what yer doin' now... its whatcha always wanted ta do."
Dave knew exactly what Logan was referring to. What Fox did. What I was too weak to do. The mercenary took a breath.
Logan felt his heart rate increase as he looked at the handsome face before him, yer livin' yer own life now... ya broke tha leash they put on ya... and that's so fuckin' hot.
Dave knew Logan's extended hand was not merely an offer of forgiveness. The gravitas of the feral's words, the dignity of the wildman's posture, those cobalt eyes boring into his own with the same determination he saw in the eyes of Hal and Fox. Even the gravelly voice of the feral had the same tone Naomi used when she said one must not be chained to fate.
He took a breath and extended his own hand.
Logan wanted to cheer, but he smiled warmly as he felt the soldier's battle-roughenned hand grasp his own and shake firmly. The mercenary's grip on his own was strong and trustworthy.
"Ya don't have ta if ya don't wanna.... but wanna come back ta my place fer some fun?"
[Thirty Minutes Later...]
The feral was straddling the soldier's waist; his knees ground into the sheets as he felt Snake's length slide up and down between his butt cheeks. His face was a lustful leer as he looked at the body below him; all sinews and flexible cords optimized for precision and speed. He licked his lips as he leant over and began to plant kisses down the Mercenary's torso. He left one on each scar; gonna be here a while.
The heat of the granite-hard, dark-haired muscle above him almost had him panting already; it pressed down on his body with significant weight. His hands clasped at the Canadian's waist; a droplet of his precum slid down his shaft as he thought about what was happenning next, wanna be inside him.
Logan lifted his head; his cobalt gaze locked itself onto the mercenary's forest green as he licked his lips;
"Ya ready fer it Dave? Wanna feel that hot cock o'yers buried inside me? Cause damn I want it too... I'm all lubed up and ready ta go handsome.."
The feral's mind was too clouded with lust for him to register that Snake said nothing; the man beneath him grunted and even purred at times but not a single word escaped those lips. Logan didn't care as he positioned his ass atop the Alaskan's length and slid his way down.
The feral made a growl that nearly became a roar as his tight ass descended further; his hole devoured the soldier's shaft in a smooth, slow motion steadied by Snake's hands around his waist.
Dave grit his teeth as his eyes rolled back in pleasure. His white-knuckled grip on the Canadian's hips remained steady as he tried to avoid letting a shout erupt from his lungs with each additional inch he was drawn into the wildman.
As Logan felt the hilt of Dave's cock pressing against his ass, he let his head tilt back and took a deep breath. Droplets of sweat fell down his torso and moved through the thick forest of hair atop the thick ropes of musculature that reinforced his stocky frame. The heat and pressure moving inside him only stoked the fire in his loins; his hand encircled his achingly rigid shaft and began to pump back and forth as his body began to move up and down.
"Fuckin' hell Dave... I fuckin' love this..." he growled, "yer cock feels so fuckin' good in me Dave"... his voice became rougher as his sliding up and down the Alaskan's shaft became faster, "I'm gonna cum soon stud... yer gettin' close ain'tcha? Wanna cum inside me don'tcha handsome?"
The mercenary responded by thrusting upwards into the amazingly tight and hot ass his hands were kneading; his heart rate surged with each motion into the hairy man above him. The knot in his gut only grew tigher with each depraved syllable the mutant uttered. But still over every guttral grunt he made, no words emerged from his mouth.
Finally the tension within both men reached the apex; Dave let out a drawn out, rough moan that interlaced with Logan's harsh, subterranean growl. The feral's load shot skyward and landed on his furred chest. The mercenary came inside Logan with several more upward thrusts; each one targeting the wildman's prostate with ruthless precision.
Snake felt the heat of Logan's body descend back onto his; the smoky whisper of the feral's voice massaged his ears;
"Ya feelin' good?"
"I'm good," he replied quickly in his own metallic rasp.
Least he didn't say "I'm fine", Logan thought with almost some regret. He recognized that controlled, military demeanor of absolute professionalism; that appearance of stability which was almost masochistic to imitate.. just like Scotty... he don't wanna relax..
And then an idea emerged in his mind. He smirked as he contemplated it.
"I know whatcha need Dave... I gotta real treat fer ya... yer gonna love it..."
[Two Minutes Later...]
Dave lay back in the sling; the angle made his legs naturally drift back and the firm, muscled globes of his ass spread. His eyes shot straight towards the Canadian; the pupils diluted as his heart raced.
"Relax, stud..." Logan playfully snarled from a table across the room, "I ain't gonna tie ya up er anythin'... ain't gonna control ya.." fuck, that's tha last thing I wanna do... "yer a real reserved one Dave..." Logan began to turn around from the table; he carried something in his hand, "Im gonna make ya lose yer inhibitions..."
Dave saw the playful smirk on Logan's face; his pulse raced when he made out the form of the black rubber dildo in Logan's hand.. Part of him felt defenseless; the air caressing his asshole made him feel vulnerable. But as his grip on one of the sling's straps grew tighter he stabilized his breathing.. I trust him... he coulda killed me back in Alaska...
"Ya want that Dave? Wanna lemme drive ya completely wild?"
He remembered the sight of the feral racing through the snow after leaving his house, how the short Canadian looked so untamable... I wanna be that free...
"Bring it on," the Alaskan replied in a rasp free of any trace of uncertainty.
Logan grinned as he poured lube on his fingers. He let out a smoldering chuckle; not one of conquest but of anticipation... "god Dave... ya got tha sweetest ass.." he slipped a single finger into the taller man's asshole and heard the infiltrator purr back through gritted teeth, "yer gonna love this, I promise."
The mercenary's breathing grew more ragged as Logan slid a second finger into him. He didn't feel pain, just the familiar stretch that he needed to adjust to. As Logan spread those fingers within his hole, he let out more soft hisses and snarls. After he felt the tightness yield, he looked the shorter man in the eye with a smirk of his own.
"Alright... 'm ready..."
Logan grinned wolfishly as he held the dildo up. There was a pump-like bulb at the base.
"Inflatable... starts out small and can get as big as ya want it."
Dave let out his own chuckle; it sounded raspier and more on-edge than Logan's.
"Sounds fun. Do it."
Without any hesitation he quickly slid the lube-slicked toy and lightly pressed it against Snake's entrance.
A sonorous but quiet moan spilled from Dave's lips as his ass yielded to the slow intrusion of the black rubber dildo; his iron-hard length throbbed in time with his heartbeat. He felt the toy move deeper and deeper within him; it ground against spots he thought only Hal knew about. The moment the base of the toy touched his butt he sharply drew breath. His grip on the sling was ruthlessly tight.
"How does it feel, Dave? C'mon, yer so sexy and strong and free now... ya deserve ta feel good... tell me..." Lemme hear ya... drop tha fuckin' stoic crap and say it... His fingers slowly squeezed the bulb and gradually the toy began to expand slightly inside the mercenary's ass.
A long, teeth-clenched, hissing moan erupted from the infiltrator's lungs as he felt the black rubber length fill him more completely; the familiar pressure in his loins only grew in response. His cheeks were flushed as he panted for more breath. And still words failed him, even as he felt the dildo begin to slide in and out of his asshole. He could only groan in response, but no longer was the sound attenuated.
Logan smirked with an inward smile at each unrestrained moan that came from the scar-covered, lithe mercenary. His sensitive ears still felt that aggressive rasp that lay on the edge of every sound the man made. His own fist moved up and down his again-rigid manhood as he slowly pumped the toy again.
The growl-laced roar that emerged from the Alaskan's mouth foreshadowed the drops of precum that dripped down his steel-hard shaft. The depth and the stretch of the toy inside him, the rough voice and soothing body heat of the man moving the toy in and out of him, the constant invitation to rip away all the protocol and decorum the military drilled into him... it was all too much. His resolve finally broke.
"Logan... fuck I'm gonna... gonna.." he couldn't string any more words together.
The Canadian didn't care; his eyes roamed over the sinewy chest that glittered with sweat, the delicious globes of muscle and the toy moving in and out of the tight entrance between them, and the ever-so-slight crumble of the mercenary's quiet, reserved demeanour. Only a bit... but its progress... "Yeah Dave... yer gonna cum, just like ya did when ya fucked my ass, yer gonna blow a huge load from me fuckin' yer sweet butt with this toy... and ya fuckin' love it dontcha?" He didn't need an answer.
One final strangled cry was wrenched from the infiltrator's lungs as he shot jets of seed over his own chest. Each successive blast from his cock was accompanied by a nearly angry grunt as beads of sweat trickled down from his face and along his corded, flexible torso.
Logan quickly followed; his own fist tightened around his thick shaft as his essence erupted from his body and landed on Snake. He barely took time to finish coming before he quickly withdrew the sex toy from Dave's ass and got his tongue working on those limber muscles. The cocktail of sweat and seed was lapped up off the scarred body of the mercenary; Logan's moans of relish combined with Dave's slow breaths in a call-and-response that punctuated the afterglow.
"Damn," the Alaskan said with a visible smirk on his face. "Was good."
"Still is," Logan replied as he looked up at Dave's face. Every trace was cleaned off of Dave's torso, "yer real tasty too..."
Dave only chuckled in reply as he sat up and slid out of the sling. "You wanna... do this again sometime?" Can I take some photos for Hal? he thought mischievously.
"Anytime, Dave."
The End
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