Logan/Bobby

TheMadSlasher loves Iceman. Specifically, the Iceman from the X-Men Animated Series episode "Cold Comfort." He even wrote a fanfic following the events, called "Cryogenic Savagery," which can be found at Aff.net and Y-Gal. It's good stuff.

As a special request, he wanted to start an RP with that Iceman and my uber-slut version of Wolverine, to better develop Bobby's sexual side. Obviously I wasn't about to say no! :D

This was that RP. Enjoy!

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LOGAN: *smirks around his smoldering cigar; he wears a leather jacket, boots, and gloves, and nothing else.* "Here ya go, Frosty...me, a smoky basement, all the leather ya could ever wanna wear, an' a sling ta do the fuckin' in. Spent all day settin' this up...now I wanna spend all night with ya wearin' it out." *he gestures to a pile of leather clothes laid out for Bobby to wear. Their scent and the scent of his cigar are distilled into a masculine incense that permeates the room.* "Go ahead, stud...anythin' ya want. You been a good friend ta me when I needed one...now it's time ta return the favor."
BOBBY: [gulps and goes scarlet as he looks at the sight. This is better than the best dude-porn ever... ohfuckohfuckohfuck. He doesn't take long before the suit is tossed and he's wearing something very like his typical leather punk-type outfit, boots, gloves, modern jacket, but no shirt this time. He then walks over to Logan..] "Jeez, Logan... thanks! Big time thanks! So, well, got a big menu to pick from. Like Choose-Your-Own-Porno-Adventure..." You totally fucking fail at charm, Drake!! "So.. speaking of the menu...." [he manages to smirk, and finally picks up enough impulsive courage to pluck the cigar from Logan's lips before moving in to kiss the Canadian; his tongue savors the smoky flavor of the wildman and he groans slightly]
LOGAN: *returns Bobby's kiss hotly, snarling in pleasure, and pulls the other man to him, grinding their leather-clad crotches together while his gloved hands run all along Bobby's smooth, exposed flesh. Even when he breaks the kiss, his hands don't stop moving over the Iceman's torso* "Tell ole Logan what'cha want, pal...where ya wanna start? Got my cabin all to ourselves, the whole night. Wanna jack off right here? 69 under th'stars on the roof? Fuck me on my wolf rug in front'a the fire?" *his voice vibrates through the room, almost as heady as the smoke that still wafts from the cigar as his dark eyes bore into Bobby, the smirk on his face dark and sensual*
BOBBY: [respectfully returns the cigar to the Canadian's mouth, slightly sheepish after quickly snatching it away... don't worry, you don't have a faceful of claw... the chuckle crept up his throat again, and his smirk spread across his scarlet face] "All of the above. And then some. I always wanted to try a few things out... and you're hotter than any leatherdaddy type I've seen in any porn film."
LOGAN: "Thanks for that." *His voice is sincere. He takes the cigar back into his mouth for a long, second drag, then takes it out and kisses Bobby again, the leftover smoke still on his breath as he reaches into the leather pants and pulls out the cryokinetic's cock, stroking it while his lips and tongue work Bobby's mouth, the stubble on his face scratchy but his lips soft and pliant*
BOBBY: The accountant groans again and tries to stifle any laughter at how completely out of his kinkier fantasies this entire moment actually is. The Twilight Zone apparently has a sexy part... he groans again at the taste of the smoke and shivers at the feel of the thick fingers gripping his steel-hard length. His own hands rake up Logan's body, through the elder man's chest fur, and latch onto his nipples. He rolled the firm skin between his fingertips. "Oh fuck.... I'm so fucking hard right now Logan...." he knew what he wanted to do, and knew Logan was willing to do it, yet the image before him seemed to defy that. Fuck the Leather-Daddy. If they ever made a film like that I'd buy ten copies. "Goddammit I wanna fuck you," he said quickly, but eagerly.
LOGAN: *lets out a moan from the attention to his nipples* "Keep playin' with those, an' I ain't gonna argue one fuckin' bit." *His pants drop from his hairy legs and ass, throbbing cock and churning balls springing into view as the feral climbs into the sling, reaches over to the bedside table, and throws his friend the lube.* "Ya know what to do, Popsicle. But get your ass up here...I wanna suck you off while you get me prepped." *his intense eyes stare at Bobby's cock with an almost primal hunger*
BOBBY: At that moment, his face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. He quickly picked up the lube and started drenching his fingers with it. He moved his hips close to the top of the sling, where Logan's ravenous maw lay. The dripping head of his cock moved towards the elder man's lips and a sole finger crept downwards towards Logan's entry. "Thank you... Logan... always wanted to fuck a Leather Daddy but you know them, ninety-seven percent of the time just want something without a spine. And last time I checked, my spine was still in place."
LOGAN: "Damn straight it is...'s why I want'cha ta do this with me..." *then there are no more words from the feral, only grunts and groans that vibrate through the base of Bobby's shaft as he takes the entire thing and swallows it down, his tongue and lips working their unique magic on the meat before him as his own cock leaks, legs spread wide to allow Bobby's fingers the entry he needs*
BOBBY: Every single word practically travelled to his cock, and the sensations were suddenly joined by the warm and swirling and sucking heat of the shorter man's mouth. Bobby's gaze surveyed the sight below; so much leather and muscle and fur and that thick cock and heavy balls and his fingers slowly and delicately moving into this amazingly hot man's ass... "Shit, Logan your mouth is magic, the real kind, not Copperfield's crap...." he feels his own precum begin to leak as the constriction around his fingers rapidly falls. "You're almost ready, right?"
LOGAN: *pulls off for a minute* "Ta get fucked? You bet. Ta stop suckin' this gorgeous prick? Not even close." *with a dark chuckle, he dives back onto Bobby's cock with even more gusto than before, determined to milk every last drop of pleasure he can out of his friend with his mouth before his ass gets to work*
BOBBY: "Can't say you lack in enthusiasm!" He replied quickly through shuddering breaths. His chest rose and fell as droplets of sweat trailed through the ridges and valleys of his muscled body. Thank fuck we have all night, he thought as he looked over Logan again.... all the ideas of things to do with him were piling up to the point he should've kept a spreadsheet of them. He wanted him, the man's cock, balls, ass, nipples, everything... even the rugged jawline... he thought of sucking the elder man's gloved fingers and tasting the lingering tobacco on them... first things first, he thought as he managed to coax his cock away from the shorter man's tongue. "Oh man, please, no more or I'll blow too quick...." An idea began forming at the back of his mind.
LOGAN: *looks a little disappointed, but brightens up visibly when he sees the look in Bobby's eyes* "Awright, Frosty. It's yer party, an' chances are I'm gonna love whatever you got planned. So go ahead babe...show me what'cha got." *The challenge in his voice is as erotically charged as the sight of him in the sling, precum glittering in a trail from his cock to his furry abdomen, with more pulsing out all the time. He's clearly in heat now, the passion and primality of the animal mixed with the respect and affection of the man into one sweaty, sexual creature*
BOBBY: The idea at the back of his head felt... wrong. And right. He didn't know how to feel about it... but somehow it only made his cock harder. He's my friend, not my father... but... he then looked into Logan's eyes, but part of him didn't want to ask this. "When I fuck you.. can I... would you want me to call you Dad Logan or? I mean... you look the part." His tone still was hesitant, but the preseed dripping from his manhood kept coming as the head of his cock settled between the elder man's rock hard buttcheeks.
LOGAN: *looks at Bobby for a long moment, and then nods* "If that's what'cha want, then sure...I'll be 'Dad' for ya." *His legs spread wider, to accommodate the head of the shaft pressing between them, and he smiles* "So go ahead, boy...fuck yer Daddy, like ya know ya deserve to."
BOBBY: I don't know whether to feel sick with myself or turned on so fucking much... he began to press forward, his breaths shuddered as he felt Logan's ass open. The constricting heat gave no resistance as his shaft disappeared inch after inch into the elder man. "Oh shit...." he said as his fingers began to dig into Logan's shoulders, "Dad Logan... you're so fucking hot and you feel awesome inside. Just this untamed, untamable leather daddy, you're rebellion-porn..." in spite of his mixed feelings, his cock only felt painfully hard, as if it were about to burst.
LOGAN: "Like Dad, like son, kid," *his eyes slide closed as he lets out a guttural growl of untamable pleasure* "Yer as much a fuckin' rebel as I am, boy...don't you ever forget that...yeah...aww, FUCK yeah..." *His encouraging speech devolves into guttural growls and moans of pleasure as he's filled so completely with Bobby's cock*
BOBBY: The accountant's motions accelerate and even a slight smirk makes its way back onto his face as he moves his length in and out of the feral in erratic, slightly jerky thrusts of varying depth. "Hell yeah, Dad Logan," he replied, "I'm not gonna call you 'Sir', that's for sure Dad. Oh man you take my cock so fucking well, you look so damn hot all spread out for me, and you want it so fucking much...." Energy began to pool in his balls, but he felt a warmth in the pit of his stomach... you're as much a rebel as I am... Logan's words somehow managed at that moment to kill all the shame, either short-circuiting the logic or completing it in some way he didn't get yet. "You hot arrogant leather dad, taking your son's cock and loving it..."
LOGAN: "You bet'cher sweet ass I'm lovin' it...yeah! YEAH!" *Logan's snarling in pleasure now, writhing under his friend/son's cock as he clutches the chains holding up the sling for support. His whole body glistens with sweat, his eyes sparkling with intensity, fellowship, defiance, and that scorching lust that always seems to smolder at the core of his being, fanned into full flame by the fucking* "Fuckin' plow yer Daddy like ya always wanted to! I fuckin' love it, boy, I need it! Harder, babe, you c'n do it, yer so fuckin' hot, an' ya got me so fuckin' horny...FUCK ME, DRAKE!"
BOBBY: The sheer energy and rage and pleasure that coursed through Logan's thrashing body... the snarling voice.. the implicit challenge, not to conquer but to rise up... the respect and desire and need of the moment... and the aching heat in his balls... all finally reach a peak. It doesn't take long... only a few more deep, long, crown-to-balls-deep thrusts of his cock before the younger man gasps and yells and fills the elder man with seed. "Hell yeah, Dad! I'm gonna fill you as long and deep as you want it!" He gasped with each burst he sent into Logan's body, his brow furrowed and teeth clenched as his synapses tore apart with pleasure.
LOGAN: "Yeah, Bobby, shoot it in me, don't stop fuckin', gettin' close...awww FUUUUUCK!" *The shout comes at the top of his lungs as his whole body convulses, writhing in the grip of the best orgasm he's had in weeks as his cock pulses and spits in his frantically-jerking gloved fist. Ropes of glittering seed splash across his furry torso as he grunts, groans, and pants, his churning, writhing body finally coming to rest after what feel like minutes of unadulterated bliss at the hands of his rebellious young friend* "fuck...Drake...that was fuckin' incredible..."
BOBBY: The cryokinetic watches through hazy vision as seismic shocks tear through Logan's body. His chest rises and falls at a slower rhythm to the elder man. After a few moments of quiet, he nodded. "Yeah.... that was a damn good lay...." he then paused again. "Sorry if... that was a creepy thing to ask," he said again in a hesitant tone.
LOGAN: *lets out a chuckle* "I been asked ta do weirder." *grabbing a towel to mop himself up, he offers one to Bobby, and a bottle of water as well* "It was kinda hot, tell ya th' truth...I c'n see why Slim loves fuckin' around with his dad so much."
BOBBY: [gratefully accepts the towel and the water bottle with a smile and nod] "Yeah.... you're like the opposite of all of 'em... but it was still hot calling you that... I'm sure Hank would Freud me to pieces over it. None of it makes sense."
LOGAN: "One thing I learned a long time ago," *takes a swig of his own water as he climbs out of the sling* "is that sex don't always gotta make sense, long as it feels good an' don't hurt nobody."
BOBBY: The accountant nods. He doesn't know if it does or doesn't make sense... but at that moment, he didn't care. The night was still young.

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Logan/Chris Redfield RP

I think this is the single longest smut story I've ever posted.

TheMadSlasher returns in this utterly SCORCHING RP between his Wolverine and my depiction of Chris Redfield, as he appeared in Marvel Vs. Capcom 3.

The premise is unusual this time around: Chris Redfield and Damon Baird end up at the Xavier Institute after inter-dimensional fuckery. Damon ran across Chris when he first arrived, and they ended up fucking. Now it's that same night, and Logan and Chris are in the middle of a conversation that, if anyone knows anything about mine or Slasher's Logans, inevitably leads to yet more manfucking. ^_^

Enjoy!

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TheMadSlasher: LOGAN: "Zombies?" Logan asked with a cocked eyebrow. "Yeah, they're bad too. Listen.." he began as his growl got a bit deeper and lustier, but not too much, "I know what really helps... ain't gonna pressure ya. Just offerin'."

Ingonyama: CHRIS: *doesn't respond at first...he's too dumbstruck with the offer. Though the signs are certainly there...his face flushing, his chest covered in a sheen of sweat that has nothing to do with nightmares, and a tent forming in the sheet covering his muscular lower half* Y-you're serious?

LOGAN: Logan breathed in the scent; all the chemical confirmation that showed Chris wanted it. He kept his voice low... almost soothing. "Oh yeah. I know tha shithole yer in. Wanna help ya dig outta it..." He still didn't extend his hand yet. He stood up first then offered his hand to him. "No pressure, and tha offer always stands if ya don't want it now. But fuck, big guy, I want ya."

CHRIS: *takes Logan's hand...and then pulls himself up by it, the sheet dropping away from his naked form, his erection stiff and rampant as he looks down at the shorter man* "Does this answer your question?"

LOGAN: The Canadian grins widely; his sharp teeth flash as his tongue travels across his lips. "Best answer ya can get." His voice still stays low and soothing; a deep and comforting rumble. "My room? Or yours?"

CHRIS: "This kind of...is my room, right now." *gestures to the sofa and his surrounding luggage...what little of it there is*

LOGAN: [nods] "We better get ya one... but if ya wanna big bed, my room's got one. Here's fine though; its your choice." In his mind though, he knows what choice he wants Chris to make. My room, so I can lay ya down softly on my bed an' make love ta ya so long an' gentle you'd be moanin' non stop...

CHRIS: "Yours is fine...I get the feeling I'm not gonna want to be a public spectacle in the morning." *smirks* "If we're not still doing it...you're probably the hottest guy here, you know that?"

LOGAN: The feral smirks; but a warm smile lies beneath the hungry leer. "Really? Ya think so? Who else have ya seen?" Logan began to pace backwards through the hallway, beckoning Redfield closer with each step he took.

CHRIS: "Well, that grumpy Baird guy...and I met Scott...and some guy with red eyes has been leering at me since I got here..." *Heedless of his own nudity, Chris follows Logan like some sort of testosterone-laden white rabbit, drinking in every aspect of the feral man's features with his eyes*

LOGAN: Logan's eyes moved up and down Chris's body with open hunger. Only now did he fully grasp Redfield's hotness. The stubble, the huge muscles, the brown body hair, the handsome face... "Yer so fuckin' hot yerself Chris. Ya know that? So handsome an' built.... its gonna be real sweet bein' able ta play with ya..." and suddenly as he was backing up the stairs his thought processes froze. "Baird?!?" he said almost in shock. "How tha fuck did ya get him inta tha sack?!?"

CHRIS: "He kind of...initiated. I dunno, I guess I was feeling sorry for myself, and I guess he felt sorry for me too...or something."

LOGAN: "If ya got him inta bed that easy, shows just how hot ya are," Logan says as his voice returned to that hypnotic, soothing rumble. Finally they were at his door. He opened it. "Just gonna promise ya... I ain't gonna hurt ya, degrade ya or make ya feel anythin' but pleasure. Ya can hold me ta that promise."

CHRIS: "Never crossed my mind that you'd do otherwise..." *steps into the room, and just like flipping a switch, he's all over Logan, kissing his face, his neck, his hands roaming and groping everywhere, pulling at the feral's clothes as his shaft grows harder and hotter between them*

LOGAN: The feral quickly removes his shirt and just relishes in the friction of his hard, furry muscles grinding against Chris's own intimidating set of pecs. He growls as he feels Chris's kisses all over him. He wants to almost devour this man; to go wild with every kind of lust and just screw him... no... ya need somethin' else... ya need this... I'm gonna give it ta ya. "Stop", he whispered quietly.

CHRIS: *forces himself to do as Logan says, his breath harsh and panting* "S-sorry...it's just been really intense since I got here...like, with the pressure off...I've gotten a hundred times hornier."

LOGAN: The shorter man looks into the brown eyes of Redfield. "I know," he continues again in that soothing rumble, "but I promised I'm gonna help make ya feel better, an' I know just tha thing...." he moved foward and let his hands move up Chris's body slowly. "Lie back," he growled again

CHRIS: *lies down on the bed, on his back, spread-eagled. His entire body is exposed to Logan's gaze, to whatever the feral might wish to do to him, as his cock sticks up like a flagpole, hard as diamonds, a tiny trail of precum leaking from the head. His dark eyes look into Logan's cobalt ones with naked trust and unbridled lust...his whole body shaking with the effort it takes to maintain his self-control.*

LOGAN: The feral smiled slightly at the trust as he crept up between Chris's legs. He lay on his knees in between the wide-splayed legs of the Cop. His blue eyes zoomed right in on Redfield's shaft; about Baird's size, he thought hungrily. He then began to lean in. His tongue crept out of his mouth and slowly wrapped around the thick shaft.

CHRIS: *his eyes slide closed at the first feel of Logan's tongue, and his hands go down to bury his fingers in Logan's coarse, black hair...not to control him or guide his movements, but just to feel him, to reassure himself this isn't just a fantastic wet dream.*

LOGAN: The feral lets groans well up from his lungs as his hot mouth engulfs Chris's shaft. The feeling even of Redfield's hand in his wild mane encourages him to keep taking Chris's length deeper. His throat constricts around the taller man's shaft and his tongue slides out to lick Chris's low-hanging balls all over. He keeps the movements slow and lets Chris feel every single second of motion as its own unique moment.

CHRIS: *tries to control himself, whimpers and gasps of pleasure escaping his mouth. He's never been the most patient of men, and part of him wishes to just grab the sexy creature at his knees and press up against him, rubbing their cocks and bodies together until they explode all over each other. But at the same time...Logan's teasing, tantalizing licks feel wonderful, as does his mouth around his shaft...so Chris controls himself, and lets Logan continue to set the excruciating pace.*

LOGAN: The feral already tastes the pre-seed as his mouth continues to devour and lick and suckle and engulf the delicious, rock hard shaft. He pulls off for a second just to plant trails of kisses up and down the shaft and the balls before diving back and swallowing the whole manhood in a single gulp. Low purrs of satedness continue to emerge from his lungs and send rumbles through Redfield's body. Ya deserve this pal... relax, feel warm, feel safe.

CHRIS: The cop cries out and moans, trying his best not to cum too soon, to draw out the experience as long as possible...he tries to relax himself, to keep letting Logan set the pace and the tone...his fingers tighten in Logan's hair, and he wordlessly begs the feral...for what, he doesn't know.

LOGAN: Logan doesn't relent. He keeps sucking on the hard rod with the same affection and methodical care he has shown before. His cobalt eyes stare up into Redfield with a silent request. Cum fer me Chris.... shoot yer load... this ain't gonna be tha first time ya cum tonight.... he knows his thoughts won't convince Chris to cum, but his tongue was being much more persuasive as he massaged the sensitive spot just beneath the crown.

CHRIS: Doesn't take much persuasion at all as Logan's insistent, careful ministrations push him over the edge the first time...he lets out a long, drawn-out groan as his cock swells and bursts, the orgasm surging through him as his whole body convulses, then goes limp, his chest heaving and panting with the thrill. The edge is off...but Chris still looks down at Logan with hunger in his eyes*

LOGAN: Logan greedily swallows every drop of seed without even a second's hesitation. His own cock itself is practically bursting and straining against his pants as his mouth reluctantly lets go of Redfield's manhood. He leans back up; still kneeling between the taller man's splayed legs as a few stray droplets of sweat fall from his face and down into the thick forest of black fur on his stocky torso. "Yer real tasty Chris," he began in the low, warm growl he was using tonight. His gaze was warm too; not the ravenous predatory hunger but rather an understanding. "That's tha first time ya cum. Its gonna happen more.... an' now my mouth's free I can keep talkin' non-stop..."

CHRIS: "That...was amazing...I've never had one like that before..." *swallows hard* "It's going to take me a minute to get back up to speed...but in the meantime...I've wanted a taste of you since I first saw you."

LOGAN: The feral still breathed heavily in the mirage-like state of the afterglow. He knelt between the thick legs of the Cop and looked into his eyes. He wore only his fiercely-tented boxers as the few drops of sweat moved through the forest of dark hair on his pecs. He then slid down and lay aside Redfield's torso. He lay on his side and his right hand began to move through the thick brown hair on Chris's perfect abs. "How d'ya feel now?" he asked in his familiar comforting rumble with a smirk on his face.

CHRIS: *feels his breathing slow and steady, his whole body relax for the first time in what feels like years.* "Wow...this is...new." *looks down at Logan, his chest heaving.* "It's weird...at the same time I'm...relaxed..." *he says the word as if it's alien to him* "...and I still wanna do more for you. Lose the boxers and come on up here...it's your turn."

LOGAN: "Not yet... much as I wanna..." he replied slowly as his fingers began to simply move over Redfield's body. His fingertips moved through the valleys between the other man's muscles, through the thick brown fur on the other man's body, across the scars he felt there. "Breathe slow an' steady.... fuck yer a total hunk ya know that?" His face moved into the crook of Chris's neck; his long sideburns ground across the Cop's shoulder. "I'm gonna make ya feel so amazin'... all that tension will flow outta yer body..." His fingers kept tracing slowly as his lips began to move across the rough stubble on Chris's chin. He purred as he left a line of nibbles and kisses on the scratchy surface.

At that moment the feral straddled Redfield's body. His fingers kept wandering through the dense brown hair coating the cop's muscles. He caressed every scar slowly; his cock was almost bursting with pressure. His left hand's fingertips slowly drifted down Chris's side at that point... he felt three lines. Perfectly parallel. The look on his face quickly grew darker as he looked down at the side of Chris's torso. Fuck, he thought. "Ya fought me, didn't ya?" he said in the familiar comforting rumble; his tone now stained with regret.

CHRIS: "No..." *shuddering, Chris gasps...he's just come, and already Logan's touch is fire on his skin, bringing his lust back to life, making him burn for more.* "He looked like you, talked like you...but whoever he was, he wasn't you...it wasn't this..."

LOGAN: The Canadian paused for a second before his face dipped down again. He pressed his lips against each raised line; let his tongue move along the length of each scar. His right hand stayed on Chris's abs and moved with reassuring petting. Yeah... wasn't me... but ya don't deserve any more sufferin'...

CHRIS: *gasps pleasurably as Logan licks him, his back arching as he moans aloud.* "F-fuck...Logan..." *He doesn't begrudge the other Logan his actions...Chris was just as confused and defensive as he was. But to feel this Logan's sympathy come out through his actions...it's a kind of caring Chris has never experienced before.*

LOGAN: The shorter man sat up again; his shins still astride Chris's torso. His fingers began to move their way up the man's chest, raking through the body hair and softly grasping the hardened skin of Redfield's nipples. Each hand grasped each nipple by thumb and forefinger and slowly began to tweak the firm nubs back and forth. "Yeah, we'll get ta that later handsome..." he whispered, "yer so fuckin' hot, buff, a real hunk. Yer gonna feel so good after this, an' yer gonna get a long, deep, dreamless sleep lyin' in my arms... I know ya need it."

CHRIS: *his nipples swell under Logan's ministrations, and he groans aloud again* "L-Logan...let me...I want to do this to you..."

LOGAN: The Canadian saw the blush on Chris's face, the earnest gaze in those brown eyes, the rise and fall of the man's muscled chest... Fuck, I wanna pal, he thought as he imagined Chris doing the same to him. But he wasn't going to... not yet. "I'd like ya to.... but later... I wanna see all tha tension flow outta yer body... lemme help ya unwind." His fingers kept kneading the rock-hard nipples slowly and just a bit firmly. "We got a lotta fun ta be had..." He looked into those eyes again; the red veins of so little sleep. He remembered his own sleepless nights; the times he awoke and tore his room apart in terror. That terror's over... fer both of us. He felt Chris's cock grinding against the package of his boxer shorts. "Don't worry... these'll come off in just a minute.."

CHRIS: *nods wordlessly, biting his lip in frustration even as Logan's hands and voice and body work their magic, Chris's naked crotch presses against Logan's boxers and the bulge within them desperately...he wants to please Logan as intensely...as thoroughly...as Logan's pleasing him. His cock leaks pre-cum at the thought, the head darkening and glistening with it as he struggles to rein in his own lust.*

LOGAN: Logan quickly leaned forward and began trailing another line of kisses, left to right, along Redfield's stubbled jawline. His teeth nibbled at the scratchy surface and he purred softly. His fingers departed from the diamond-hard nipples atop Chris' luscious pecs and he slid off the taller man's body. Immediately he kicked off his black boxers and let his manhood show; his cock was average in length but generously thick and rose proudly above a low-hanging set of balls. He immediately then straddled the cop again with a playful smirk in his eye. "Yer choice... ya wanna suck, grind or fuck?"

CHRIS: "Oh fuck..." *Logan's shorts come off and it's RIGHT THERE, almost a perfect match for his own, but even thicker...and it's beautiful and hot and Chris can feel everything, his cock is going to burst if he doesn't do SOMETHING, and fast...* "Fuck, I want...I want all of it, everything...but I don't think I'm gonna last..." *with deceptive speed and reflexes, considering his bulk, he wraps his arms and legs around Logan and pulls him in, so that their bodies are mashing together in an orgy of skin, fur, and sweat, his lips crushing themselves to the feral's in a kiss of desperate lust. He starts moving almost instantly, his cock grinding up and down the length of Logan's as he gives himself over to the wildness inside, the celebration of fellowship with this sexy beast, this passionate, caring man, his hands digging into Logan's back with almost-bruising force as he groans aloud at the feel of the muscles beneath the skin. Logan is the hottest thing he's ever come across, and Chris intends to show him exactly that. Extensively.*

LOGAN: "Whoa!" the Feral growls in surprise as he feels Chris's massive arms ensnare him and hold him tight against that tall, built, rock-hard body. He feels those lips against his own and the other rock-hard cock grinding along his shaft. Every neuron in his brain seemed to explode for just that one second... but he quickly pulled himself in and got his wide palm wrapped around both their cocks. "Whoa there..." he said, "this ain't a race... I wanna make this last fer us... fer you..." make it real special an' slow... He began moving again at a steady rhythm, grinding up and down Chris' body at a measured pace. He could feel the other man's heart nearly bursting through the ribcage as they ground together. "Ya ain't gotta fight no more..." he continued in his comforting purr, "ya can lay down yer arms an' only pick 'em up when ya wanna. Yer free from that past..."

CHRIS: *struggles to regain control of himself, again...why the hell am I having so much trouble doing it his way?...and tries his best to go along with the slow, torturous grinding. After a while, he finds himself calming down, regaining control of his faculties, even as his cock remains at mast from both the rippling sensuality of Logan's moves and the rumbling heat of his words burning through the cop's mind.*

LOGAN: The Canadian saw the almost anguished need of the man beneath him to get off; began feeling his own cock starting to leak. They were both right there on the razor's edge, both men looking over a precipice just about to jump. "Alright... ya wanna cum now?" Logan asked. "Because fuck, yer so sexy just lookin' at ya makes my balls ache..." He watched the drops of sweat snake down Redfield's face.

CHRIS: "Promise that won't be the end of it?" *he wants to say yes right away...to just grab Logan and thrust between those furry, muscular thighs until he just shoots and shoots...but not if it means an end to the wonderful, amazing night he's been having thus far.* I don't wanna stop...not yet... *his cock grinds against Logan, as hard as adamantium and hot as a furnace, about to make his decision for him if he doesn't.*

LOGAN: "I promise," he replied with a naughty smirk on his face before he suddenly began gripping both of their cocks harder and moving his fist up and down the steel-hard, aching shafts. His breaths sped up as his heartbeat began to stampede. Fuck, ya deserve this Chris he thought as he dragged himself and his partner closer to that mind-shattering moment of pure ecstasy.

CHRIS: *the relief he feels almost outweighs the maddening horniness that's taken him over so completely. Keeping perfect time with Logan, he bucks his hips in Logan's fist, his arms and legs wrapping back around the stockier man as he lets his pleasure overwhelm him. Words finally make it out of his throat as he speeds closer to the edge of the precipice* "Oh, Logan...you know how hot you make me? How everything you do is just driving me completely wild? I want to do more with you...I want to suck your cock dry, till you dry-orgasm in my mouth, then I want to fuck you, however you want...hard, slow, any way that gets you off....and I want to ride your cock until we both...we both...OH GOD! FUCK! LOGAAAAAAN!" *His eyes squeeze shut and his face contorts in ecstasy as his cock finally swells in Logan's fist, against Logan's own cock, and erupts in a flow of seed, down his chest and abs, his whole body shuddering again with the intensity of his release as he pants and gasps and cries out in raw pleasure*

LOGAN: The Canadian reaches that apex as Chris does; his fingers dig into the sheets as the heat and pressure in his groin finally reach breaking point. He comes with his eyes clamped shut and Chris's voice saying everything that they both want... his mind goes blank as he releases with one final, deep, swelling growl that echoes off the walls of the room.

The feral lay atop the built, thickly-furred chest of the cop with a smile on his face. He felt the chest below him rise and fall steadily. "Damn that was good," he purred as he began nuzzling back into the crook of Chris's neck.

CHRIS: *comes down slowly, his broad chest heaving with his panting breaths, as his arms go around Logan to pull him in close for a tender embrace* "Sure was..." *He lets his breathing steady and his heart rate slow, his body relaxing as he simply enjoys the feel of Logan's body against his. "Wow...your skin's really warm..."

LOGAN: The Canadian growled softly as he felt those huge biceps surrounding him with such care... yer a real softy, ya hunk he thought as his own shaft began to harden up again. "Yeah... I heal real fast.. so I go through a lotta energy. And as ya probably realized, makes me able ta get rock-hard pretty quick after I cum, too." He smirked devilishly at that. His own arms wrapped around the cop's broad back as he softly began to chew on the thick neck. "There's still more fun ta be had, pal... an' speakin' o' that, I wanna ride yer cock."

CHRIS: "You want to..." *he knows he suggested it mere minutes ago, but the thought that it could actually happen is unreal enough...and hot enough...to set Chris stiffening beneath Logan's body again.* "Damn...just when I think you can't possibly get any sexier, the filthiest goddamn things come from your mouth..." *he bends down to kiss the shorter, stockier man, feeling his lust reawaken and quicken in him again*

LOGAN: "Fuck yeah, I wanna," he replied between kisses; his fuzzy sideburns grinding against Chris's stubbled jaw as their lips intertwined. He felt Redfield's maleness begin to harden and the smell of pheremones spike in the air. As he kissed the taller man beneath him, his hand quickly grabbed the tube of lube from the nightstand and he straddled the cop and slid down the built body. "Didn't think I'd be tha type ta wanna be fucked, huh?" he asked as he squeezed a dollop of lube onto his hand.

CHRIS: *his brain is awash with hormones...his ability to process information is seriously hampered by flesh and body hair and fuck, can this man kiss! But when Logan asks him the question, he chuckles slightly, because apparently the feral is also a mind-reader* "No...I mean, I wanted to, but...you're just like...I don't know..." *his eyes roam up and down the naked, muscular, beautiful body atop him* "...like testosterone personified. Like if someone could take everything that makes a man a man and roll it up in skin...it'd be you. But...knowing you want it...god-damn...we're back to the 'you're insanely fucking hot' thing."

LOGAN: The stocky man actually chuckles in reply before his hand quickly slathers the slippery gel over Redfield's cock. "Take it from me, any man that won't take what he gives, unless he's got a medical excuse, is a fuckin' coward, brute and parasite." His voice became stained with venom at the end of the sentence, even if those days of his were well in the past. "I know whatcha need, Chris," he continued with his comforting growl, "I been there before... first ya need someone ta ride yer dick, and after that, I'm gonna give ya a long, slow, deep buddy-fuck that'll take all that stress an' sufferin' outta yer hot body." He then quickly positioned his ass right atop Chris's cock whilst straddling the man; his cobalt eyes bore into the taller man's brown gaze. "Sound good?"

CHRIS: *meets Logan's blue gaze with his brown, his eyes intense, dark, and pleading. His fists clench spasmodically as he shudders, dick steel-bendingly hard* "D-do it, Logan...please...I want this. Want you..."

LOGAN: The shorter man's own cock stood proudly; it throbbed so hard that Logan thought his balls were about to burst. "My pleasure," he replied. In a very gradual motion, the feral leaned back (letting the thick chunky muscles of his torso flex) and sank down onto Redfield's manhood. A deep rumble spilled from his throat as he felt the throbbing heat and immense pressure move further upward inside of him with intensity that bordered but never crossed the line into pain. He clenched his jaw as he took more and more of the taller man's cock inside his body.

CHRIS: *couldn't look away right now if he wanted to...the purest specimen of masculinity he's ever laid eyes on is sinking down onto his cock...his cock!...and loving every second. The cop's world explodes into detail...he memorizes every line, every muscle on Logan's face as it happens, drinking in the sight of the muscular, hirsuite torso, jutting cock, and black-furred balls so prominently on display for him. Logan's growl of pleasure vibrates through Chris' entire body, and his cock swells inside Logan, made somehow even harder by the raw eroticism of the moment.*

LOGAN: The feral felt Chris's heartbeat through the pulsing of the cock buried inside him; the sore heat in his balls only built up with more pressure. His own hand moved to grip his thick length and he began to pull up again. The delicious friction shot up his spine as he felt Chris's cock start to slide out of his body. His eyes feasted again on the buff, stubbled, brown-haired, massive-biceped man beneath him. "Fuck... Redfield yer so fuckin' hot, ya know that? Ya got any idea how fuckin' manly ya look? Used a mirror lately, pal?" He sank back down again with a grunt. "Fuck, ya feel so good inside me, yer cock grindin' against my sweet spot so bad.." He moved up and down at a measured, steady rhythm as his fist moved up and down his own stout shaft. "C'mon Chris, tell me how it feels."

CHRIS: "Feels amazing...looks even better." *Chris watches Logan breathlessly, gripping the feral's powerful thighs so he can feel the play of his muscles as he works his magic* "God, I wish I had a video camera...or a mirror." *he chuckles ruefully* "wish I could show you how incredible you look, make you feel as fucking amazing as I do right now." *Watching Logan react to the pleasure he feels is just as good as having his cock buried deep within the feral's ass, and Chris makes no secret of his appreciation, not taking his dark, penetrating gaze off Logan for a moment.*

LOGAN: Growls, gasps and groans spill from the Canadian's throat as he speeds up his riding of Chris's cock. His own thick shaft begins to drip precum as he moves up and down with more haste. "Fuck yeah Chris, I'm so fuckin' hot right now... gettin' real close... what about you? My ass milkin' yer cock fer another load?" His spare hand then quickly moves up Chris's chest and tweaks the taller man's right nipple again, a firm but not hard twist. "I fuckin' want ya stud, and I ain't cummin' without ya."

CHRIS: *Gasps and pants, crying out as his nipple is played with, but he shakes his head* "This is incredible...but...we just came not that long ago. I'm only human...it's a wonder I'm this hard this quick...not to mention a testament to how fucking hot you are."

LOGAN: The feral quickly slammed himself back onto the hilt of Chris's cock and began planting a long line of nibbles along Redfield's thick shoulders. At one point he slowly chewed the flesh until a bright red hickey showed; he could feel the blood rushing beneath the skin as he left that bite there. As his free hand kept rolling the diamond-hard nipple between thumb and forefinger, he let out another growl right next to Chris's ear. "Fuck that feels good... havin' ya so deep inside me.... left that mark on yer neck because ya deserve it, I only give those ta my friends..." He clenched his ass muscles around the steel length inside him. "Ya got no fuckin' idea how hot ya are... shit, just like Baird. C'mon, look in a mirror sometime, yer fuckin' amazin'.... feel that pressure buildin'?"

CHRIS: "Ohh fuck...y-yeah..." *he does, too...the feel of Logan's teeth against his neck, a mark of fellowship and brotherhood, not of power or dominance, makes him quiver all over again. His lust surges up within him, a force of nature blasting away his weariness, his trauma, leaving nothing but passion, mixing with the brotherhood and gratitude he feels toward Logan.* Is this...? *But Chris knows it's nothing so demanding as the word he won't give voice to. No, this is bonding, mutual admiration and respect, and Chris is happy to partake in it.* "F-fuck...my cock's making a liar out of me..."

LOGAN: The feral lets out a dark, almost predatory chuckle. "Yeah.... ya can feel it can ya? Right on tha razor's edge..." His own balls were nearly bursting; his fist was death-grip tight to prevent cumming too early. He resumed moving up and down at a grinding, measured pace as yet more growls and purrs dripped from his mouth and droplets of preseed slid down his length. He could barely contain it; the heat, the sweat, the sheer need... the cocktail of desperation, sympathy and comfort born of respect rather than pity went to his head faster than Bobby's punch. Not to mention the thick cock filling him up and the unmentionably hunky body beneath him. "Yer nearly there, ain't ya?"

CHRIS: *can see how close Logan is...how hard he's trying not to fire ff his load too early...and the state he's put himself in has an effect on Chris. It only makes him hotter...and Chris wants to watch him cum again, more than anything in the world.* "C-close...damn...want to see you cum again..."

LOGAN: Logan smirked at what seemed like an invitation. "Your choice, Chris," he growled before he quickly sped up his riding; his fist began to slide up and down his own cock with remarkable haste. He clenched his jaw and furrowed his brow as the growls from his throat became deeper, rougher and more impulsive; fragmented syllables quickly became replaced with only grunts as the energy in his body reached absolute critical mass. At that final second his mind went blank; his ass muscles began to spasm as the knot in his gut snapped and he shot his load for the third time that evening.

CHRIS: *his pants turn to gasps as he watches Logan start the final plunge, and his gasps turn to moans when the grunting starts. By the time Logan's orgasm hits full swing, the moans have become full-voiced shouts, and Chris is right there with him, pumping short after shot of his load into his friend as his body convulses beneath the other man with the almost-painful force of his orgasm.*

LOGAN: He watched Chris's face as the cop came; it's going away now, isn't it? Tha fear... tha pain... those thick limbs thrashed around just like his own as he felt Chris's load shoot into his body. Logan sat there; he leaned foward and merely gasped for breath as he looked into Chris's handsome face. "Fuck, yer damn good," he replied in a warm, playful rasp.

The mutant lay beside the ex-cop; both of their broad chests heaved as they took in deep breaths. His fingers randomly traced patterns in Chris' dense chest hair as he felt his own cock harden again... o'course, Redfield probably ain't recovered he thought to himself. The other man's body heat radiated into his own flesh. He purred with satisfaction... "fuck, Chris, was real good ridin' yer dick... felt amazin' inside me"

CHRIS: *holds on to Logan with an almost desperate need as his cock slides out of him...it's been so long since someone else did this with him out of anything other than just desperation and physical lust...which, he has to admit, he's very good at inspiring.* "You're telling me...that was incredible." *he leans up and kisses Logan, tentatively, with a bit of hesitation, but no less desirous because of it* I think...I think I owe you one now. And...*he looks down at the swiftly-rising hardness resting against his flat, hard stomach* "God, I want it..."

LOGAN: The Canadian looks into Chris' brown eyes and smiles. "Was plannin' ta let ya relax this evenin... but I ain't gonna say no ta ya handsome." He then straddled the taller man again to make it easy for Chris to suck and positioned the head of his cock on Redfield's lips. "Kiss it first, Chris.... show me how much ya wanna suck it... I ain't gonna shove this in any mouth... I only want people like you suckin' this..."

CHRIS: *reaches out with his tongue and licks the crown slowly, discovering the taste of Logan on his lips and finding it not unpleasant in the least. Then he leaves a trail of slow, wet kisses down the length of the shaft, and on each of the balls, his low moans of appreciation reverberating in Logan's ears*

LOGAN: The feral smirked as his eyes rolled back in pleasure. "Yeah... that's it... yer worthy of my cock, Chris..." he growled. His fingers moved back to Chris' nipples again and slowly tweaked at the hard, sensitive skin. "Fuck, ya got no idea how hot ya are do ya? Ever looked in a mirror? Yer as built as Baird fer fuck's sake..."

CHRIS: *Inhales sharply at the feel of Logan's fingers on his nipples, his whole body seeming to harden as a result of the attention. He can't respond to all the things Logan's saying, but that's OK by him...Chris prefers to dedicate himself totally to the task at hand. Once his trailing kisses go all the way down to the base and back up to the flaring head of Logan's cock, he opens his mouth and swallows the head, his tongue washing over it like a warm, soft wave of flesh. His free hands clutch Logan's beautiful ass, supporting him with those powerful, trained muscles as he sucks, his cock stiff as a board behind Logan as he moans appreciatively around his mouthful*

LOGAN: The shorter man bites his lip at the sudden spike of pleasure he feels as his rigid maleness is surrounded with the heat of Chris's mouth. Another subterranean purr wells up from his lungs as his fingers begin squeezing those nipples slightly harder in almost shock. The soreness in his cock and balls from all the fucking is washed away by another flood of endorphines. His cobalt eyes lock onto Chris's gaze... fuck... this is tha blowjob of dreams... the tongue tracing along the veins of his stout shaft sent sparks of electricity rocketing through his nerves. "Shit, Redfield," he growled, "ya know how ta suck cock... ya know how sexy it is seein' yer lips wrapped around my dick?" He removed one of his hands and placed it behind Chris's head, cradling the man's head to keep things comfortable for him. "Yer safe, away from all tha carnage... I'll fuck those nightmares outta yer skull if its tha last thing I do..."

CHRIS: *his intense, dark eyes, having slid closed for a brief moment of unparalleled bliss, now snap open, holding Logan's gaze with a mix of lust and need...a need to be seen as an equal, which Logan's words satisfy in him, making him harder by the second, one meaty hand wrapping around his cock while the other cups Logan's balls, feeling their black-furred weight roll around between his fingers as he continues his work. He squeezes them gently, just admiring the life inside them...after so many years dealing with death and disease, it's a miracle just to be able to feel another living, breathing body with him, and the fact that it's a body as sexy as Logan's is just an added bonus*

LOGAN: The mutant felt the rough hand gently cup his balls; he groaned at each of the soft squeezes applied to the delicate flesh. His hips moved back and forth; his cock gliding between the lips of the handsome man sucking him. "You're so hot, warm inside..." he rasped as he felt the energy begin to pool in the pit of his stomach, "you're so fuckin' hot I'm gonna cum again soon... and even after that we ain't done yet...." Sweat beaded on his skin as the tendons bulged in his neck. Ain't gonna cum yet... shit he makes it hard ta hold off...

CHRIS: *feels Logan try to resist cumming again, and briefly wonders why, when his powers virtually eliminate his refractory period, but nonetheless takes the challenge, lips and tongue working desperately over the shaft and head as his hand molests the shorter man's laden sac. His groans vibrate straight down the length of the shaft as he fellates his friend valiantly, working to give him as much pleasure as Chris himself has received*

LOGAN: Almost frustrated grunts shoot from the feral's throat as he feels his hips moving foward and back, over and over again, into the relentlessly sucking and licking and hungry mouth of the taller man. "Fuck, Redfield!" he yells as he feels preseed spilling from his shaft... his grip on Chris's head becoming that bit tighter as he feels the familiar tightness in his balls. "I'm gonna cum again, Redfield..." he spurts out in a far too late warning. Its only a matter of seconds before the spasms begins; the feral's load shoots down Chris's throat as he practically roars in completion.*

CHRIS: *Is eager as he drinks down Logan's seed, moans of appreciation coming from him. His cock doesn't cum yet...the next load still isn't ready...but his moans of pleasure, and the way he's greedily gulping down Logan's seed, does suggest that orgasm isn't necessary to enjoy a bout of really good sex. Finally, he pulls off Logan's emptied cock, leaving one last kiss on the crown, and pulls the smaller man in for another tight hug* "Thank you...no one's ever done anything like this for me before."

LOGAN: The Canadian nuzzles into the rock hard, warm flesh surrounding him. Contended purrs come from him as his own trunklike arms surround the taller man. "No one's ever taken tha time ta do this?" he asked in a surprise-stained tone. "Takin' tha time ta.." he paused, if I call it that, would he be turned off? Nah... he's a softy inside.. "ta make love ta ya like this?"

CHRIS: *shakes his head with an almost noncommittal shrug* "When I was in S.T.A.R.S, no one really noticed me. I used to just kind of be the nondescript guy. Then when we started the BSAA...just got too busy saving the world. If I ever got any release with someone else, it was quick and dirty, a fast lube-and-fuck in a back alley somewhere where the monsters couldn't smell us."

LOGAN: Logan's eyes looked into Chris's again; full of sympathy yet devoid of pity. "If they didn't notice ya... their fault..." he then smirked wickedly, "but speakin' of a lube-and-fuck..." his right hand slid beneath Chris's ass and gripped at one of those perfect globes. "Ya got the sweetest ass, Chris... would love ta fuck it if ya let me.... who was tha last lucky bastard ta fuck ya?"

CHRIS: *lets out a moaning sigh of pleasure at the feel of those strong hands on his firm ass...he loves it when a man feels him up there* "Before I got here, there was a friend...Burton, a fellow STARS agent. He was nice...always said he wanted to fuck me proper someday. But since then...just the blond mechanic. Baird, I think his name was." *rubs the back of his head self-consciously* "I don't even know how that happened...one minute we're talking tech stuff, I'm impressed by his savvy. Then I say something...can't help myself...and the next thing I know, he's inside me and I'm needing it, aching for it...I'd almost say something were wrong with me, if I didn't enjoy it so much..." *he smiles ruefully*

LOGAN: The mutant sighed slightly at the feeling of those fingers moving through his chest hair. His voice moved back to the low, soothing growl he used before; he's gotta be sure I wanna do this fer the right reason... because I like him, not ta conquer him. "Was awesome ridin' yer cock, Chris... and I wanna fuck ya... fuck ya real slow and deep... bury my fat cock right ta tha root inside yer tight ass. I ain't gonna hurt ya... I'll be slow and prep ya carefully... spread ya slowly before I slide inta you... ya don't have ta do this, but fuck I wanna do it... you want that Chris? Want me to fuck ya real deep and slow and warm?"

CHRIS: "I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt me, Logan...I trust you." *He smiles. It feels strange on his face, but not bad.* "As for the rest...if it's someone like you, a situation like that...I'd never say no."

LOGAN: The feral grinned warmly; he had to restrain himself from licking his lips. "Thanks..." he purred as he reached for the lube. He quickly slathered it all over his fingers. His index finger moved into the cleft between Chris's buttcheeks and pressed against the entrance, but his gaze wandered over the immense, rock-hard body before him. "Fuck, yer so hot..." he growled again in that soothing tone as his first finger slowly slid into the other man.

CHRIS: *barely feels the entry of Logan's finger, compared to the heat of his gaze and the subtle, vibrating wash of his deep, husky voice over the cop's body. He spreads his legs unconsciously, moaning aloud* "You bring it out of me...I never imagined I could want it this bad, love it this much..."

LOGAN: The Canadian smirked as his second finger approached Redfield's hole. "Stop givin' me credit... look at yerself in tha fuckin' mirror. Yer worthy... so fuckin' worthy..." His free hand gently cradled the taller man's balls as his second finger began to slide into Chris. Each knuckle steadily passed into the younger man's buff body. Tight, but not stranglin'... feels like Baird helped. "Did Damon take his time like this?" Logan asked; his own cock stood rigid as he thought of the blond engineer fucking the brunette cop.

CHRIS: *pushes his hips back into Logan's fingers and moans aloud* "Yeah...yeah, he did. Once he hit the right buttons, I went a little fuck-crazy...wanted him in me right then and there...but he kept me waiting, needing it, until he was sure it wouldn't hurt me." *his face is flushed, sweat pouring down his forehead as he struggles to keep control of himself, not to act on the burning arousal that's seated deep inside him. His broad chest heaves with panting breaths, the delicious torture seeming to bend time into an endless plateau of pleasure that Chris keeps wanting to take higher, to push further...*

LOGAN: chuckled warmly. "Yeah, that's Damon alright. Total softy, ya'd never expect that..." His own fingers slowly spread themselves within Chris's body, delicately loosening the resistant muscle. His face bore an expression of concentration and concern as he moved his fingers around slowly. The third finger approached and paused just before it touched Chris's entrance. "Last finger, handsome. Relax, feel every knuckle slide inta ya..." his deep, comforting purr continued as the third finger moved forward.

CHRIS: *is trembling by now, not with fear but anticipation and the effort of restraint. Even so, he lets out a long, drawn-out moan of pleasure as the third finger slides in. He's never wanted anything more in his life than he wants Logan's cock in him, right now, and he looks at the beautiful wild man with a pleading look in his dark eyes, driven past the capacity for speech by the feelings welling up in him. His cock stands completely at attention, a tower of flesh reaching for the sky, leaking precum without even a touch from the cop's powerful hands.*

LOGAN: The shorter man knew that look. He whispered again; 'you'll have it soon... you'll love it... it'll be worth the wait." His fingers kept moving; sliding in and out and spreading Chris just that tiny bit wider each time. His free hand kept cradling the cop's balls and massaging them softly. "Yeah... I can feel it... yer ready ain't ya? Cmon Chris, say it fer me..."

CHRIS: *looks at Logan, his dark eyes glittering with the effort of actually speaking, his whole being subsumed in pleasure and anticipation and need* "Fuck me, Logan...I'm ready, I want it, it's all I've been able to think about since I laid eyes on you. You're so hot, so sexy...you deserve to fuck me, you're worthy. Give me your cock, now...I need it."

LOGAN: The Canadian placed his hands again on Chris's broad shoulders; the thick head of his manhood pressed between the cop's rock-hard butt cheeks. His eyes had nothing in them but warmth and fellowship; neither a conqueror's triumph nor pity-laden scorn polluted his heavy-browed visage. "And you fuckin' deserve this too, Chris...." he said in that low, comforting tone as he began to move inside the Cop. It was one slow, steady, filling thrust that moved at the perfect pace to give that sensation of synapse-tearing ecstasy without crossing into pain.

CHRIS: *his whole body quivers, eyes locked on Logan's for as long as he can keep them open, a tidal wave of pleasure crashing into him from the inside out. He's sweating, panting, rock-hard, and his muscular legs hook around Logan, pulling him even closer. "DAMN...god-damn...you're so thick...it feels amazing inside me, Logan...haven't had anyone in there in so long..." *indeed, his ass seems to hunger for Logan's cock, stretching to accommodate so smoothly it's as if Logan were fucking a tub of butter instead of a man. But a man looks back at Logan with that fierceness and need in his eyes, and a man grabs him by the shoulders and pulls him in for a hot, needful kiss, and a man's ass clenches tightly around his cock when it's in, letting Logan feel Chris all around him.*

LOGAN: His own cock throbbed even harder as he watched those deep brown eyes go from puppy-dog eyes to a feirce, hungry gaze that wanted and demanded the fucking. The clenching around his dick had practically his whole blood supply down there... "feel me there Chris, givin' ya what ya need.... fuckin' ya how ya deserve ta be fucked... yer strong an' noble, just tha kind o'man worthy o'my cock..." His mouth never stopped but he just held still inside the Cop's body... letting those sensations just flow through both of their nerves. The heat, the hardness, the constriction, the filling, everything. His hands moved slowly through the thick, damp hair on Chris's chest again, petting the taller man. He smirked as he felt pulled in by Redfield's massively thick arms; his tongue playfully sparred with the younger, taller hunk. After this, no dreams, just sleep as deep as this fuck...

CHRIS: *His sleep won't be dreamless after this...far from it. The difference now is, Chris is looking forward to the dreams Logan's sexual predations are going to give him...the nightmares of being chased by hungry BOWs are going to melt away, replaced by visions of Logan's beautiful cock, amazing ass, hot mouth, and wonderfully filthy words.* I'll take wet dreams over nightmares any day. *His legs spread wide, ass rising up hungrily to meet Logan's thrusts as he alternately kisses the wild man hungrily and gasps and moans at the combination of his rigid, hard cock and scorching, maddening words. Chris's whole body feels about to burst into flame, and it shows in the cop's dark, desperate eyes.*

LOGAN: The feral slowly began to move in and out of the amazingly hot body of the Cop; the Canadian withdrew slightly and then pushed back in, and then withdrew more with each motion. Each movement penetrated deeper into Redfield's buff, immensely-handsome form. "Fuck, Chris... yer so fuckin' hot and I'm leakin' already... ya feel that precum drippin' inside ya? Ya want more, don't ya?" Logan's voice got darker and hungrier as the movements increased in speed; his pace remained smooth as glass even as his motions accelerated.. no pain, just pleasure... this is gonna be tha biggest load of yer life.... "how is it Chris? Tell me, let ol' Logan hear how ya feel and what ya want... don't hold back."

CHRIS: "G-God...yeah...your cock feels so hard inside me...it usually hurts by now, but all I feel is...Ahhh!" *His train of thought is abruptly derailed as Logan hits the spot inside him.* "So full...so hot...do it to me, Logan...this is amazing, and you've got me so horny..."

LOGAN: "I'm never gonna hurt ya, Redfield," Logan growled as he felt his cock press into Chris's prostate, "only gonna give ya pleasure, just like ya deserve..." His thrusts stayed at that pace; just fast enough to make every second race with electric sensation yet not fast enough to blind the senses. He knew Redfield felt ever single inch of his cock move in and out. Logan did too; the constriction and the heat and the hammering of both of their hearts just had his own body on the edge of the precipice. It wouldn't be much longer before he'd fill the Cop up. "Dammit Chris, yer so hot and worthy of this... I'm gonna cum soon, fill ya up... yer takin' this fuck like a champ, c'mon..." Logan's sentence structure dissolved into a mess of growls and torn fragments as his cock hammered home.

CHRIS: "Giving it to me so good...God, yeah..." *the cop's own dialogue is all but swallowed in groans and screams of pleasure, as he feels nothing now but Logan, the heat of his body and the thrust of his cock. He leans up to kiss the feral again as he feels himself smash past the point of no return, his arms and legs clamping around the smaller, hairier body as his entire body convulses. He screams into Logan's mouth as his cock geysers out its load between them, the orgasm blasting through him and burning away all his pain and trauma in a tidal wave of fucklust and friendship.*

LOGAN: The cathartic convulsions of the Cop clenched around his cock and drove every synapse into overdrive. He kissed Redfield as his lungs released a low, sated growl that grew into a near roar; his own load shot out into the taller man's body. He couldn't even speak; his arms tightly ensnared the younger man and hence allowed both of them to share the near-seizmic shocks that their climax sent through their musculature. Logan kept moving in and out even as his he felt his balls finally empty themselves with Chris's ass.

CHRIS: *his body gives off a few more shuddering spasms before he goes almost completely limp, all but falling backwards onto Logan's bed as he pants and gasps for breath, drenched with sweat and absolutely exhausted, but with a blissful, wondering smile on his face* "That was...Logan...my God, you're...I don't even have words."

LOGAN: "Ya don't need any," Logan replied, again in that comforting tone, as he turned the bedside light off.... "stay here Chris... I promise yer gonna have a good night's sleep." He grabbed some tissues from the bedside table and began mopping up the mess, but his fingers still trailed across the Cop's body. "Don't pretend ya don't wanna be hugged while ya sleep," he whispered almost playfully. After cleaning Chris up, he threw the used tissues back on the bedside table and snuggled in behind the other man's broad back. The Canadian spooned the larger man as he drifted slowly into unconsciousness.

CHRIS: *feels the sun on his face through closed blinds, and for a second forgets where he is. Then he feels Logan's strong, arms around him, holding him gently but firmly, and he smiles, remembering last night, and the first really good dream he's had in the longest time.*

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!

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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

Role Reversal

A bit of novelty here.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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