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!

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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*

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?

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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.

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.