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.

Scogan!

For those of you who thought aceoheartscajun could only do, well, a Cajun, I offer this sample of some of the hottest RP I've ever done: SCOGAN.

For once, I'm not playing Logan. This time I'm Cyclops...well, as I conceive him anyway. I'm sure people will forgive me for not making him an uber-bastich like he can be in the comics.

Enjoy! I certainly did. ^_^

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Ingonyama: SCOTT: "I may have to be your boss, but I don't want to be your alpha."


aceoheartscajun: my!Logan: [He looks into Scott's eyes, knowing the gravitas of what he said. He takes a deep breath.] "Thank you... Scott." [not Scooter. Not Scotty. Not boy scout. Not one eye. Scott.] "I respect ya Scott. Really. Yer competent, don't use us as meat shields, and yer handsome too."

SCOTT: Thanks...*smile* Coming from you that's high praise. You...God, what can I say that hasn't been said? Sexy, arrogant, independent...every time I see that, it... *BLUSH*

LOGAN: [smirks] "Yeah... ya like that I stand up ta you... proof yer a human being, Scott." [he walks right up to Scott, staring the taller man unflinchingly in the eyes. Then, he moves foward and quickly crushes their lips together]

SCOTT: *his eyes widen in surrpise behind the shades, but then he melts into the kiss, his hands feverishly groping every inch of the sexy feral's body they can find. He wants him...this sexy, unashamed rebel...and the need burns in Scott's veins* "God, Logan...give it to me...give me that fire..."

LOGAN: The Canadian smiles at Scott's words. His roughened hands are all over the godlike physique of the team leader. Sculpted muscles are touched and caressed. He licks his lips.
"My pleasure handsome. How d'ya want me ta give it to ya? Wanna suck me off? Have me drain ya dry? Bend me over and fuck me blind? Or have me plow ya real long an slow? Im happy with all of it boy scout. I can take whatever ya dish out."

SCOTT: *drops to his knees...a gesture of respect and admiration, not of submission* "I want to suck you...taste you...and then I want you to fuck me blind, you cocky, sexy bastard. God knows, you deserve it...deserve everything I can give you and then some."

LOGAN: The stocky man growls, not as a gloat... he would find no value in conquering a weak man. Scott was anything but... strong and idealistic. Yeah, having this man's respect... it meant something.
"Fuck yeah hot stuff," he rasped as he undid his jeans. His thick cock was aching for attention.

"Taste me Scott. Ya know ya want it ya hot, strong, smart, fearless fuckin' leader..."

SCOTT: *clutches Logan's denim-clad buttocks as he dives in, his tongue lapping up nand down the length of Logan's shaft and swirling over those delicious, black-furred balls...he's admired him time and again from afar in the shower, and entertained many a lustful thought, buried so deep even Jean can't see them...of doing exactly this. The reality leaves them all in the dust!*

LOGAN: The feral mutant growls as his hips move; his meat slides in and out of Scott's lips.
"Awrgh fuck yeah Scotty, yer so fuckin' good at this. Damn ya know how ta suck cock.."
He grips the back of Cyclops' head as he grunts and roars; his meat deep in the tight, hot throat.

"Dammit Scott... I want ya... yer so fuckin' hot... After this, I'm gonna give it all right back ta ya... suck ya dry then take yer cock in my tight ass... ya know yer worthy of it pal."

SCOTT: *Logan's words push him to new heights of depravity, diving onto the feral's delicious cock like a starving man at Christmas dinner, drinking in Logan's essence as if he would drink the man's independence with his seed. He actually has to come up for air, a couple of times...but not wanting to leave Logan's amazing cock hanging, he licks up and down the length of the hardening shaft, his tongue and breath dancing hotly across the length of flesh. His hands aren't idle, either; nipples are lightly pinched, rubbed, and stimulated into hardness, muscles are felt, buttocks are gripped like a liferaft...Scott almost seems to worship every inch of Logan's body with his hands as he goes down on him*

LOGAN; The Canadian growls and grunts and pants... every sweet spot on his torso is being touched. Fingers are raking through his chest hair; his nipples are diamond hard. And the tongue touches every sensitive spot on his cock... His pulse is driven faster and faster with every second; the familiar tightness builds in his sack.

"FUCK YEAH SCOTT! Aw shit I'm gonna cum soon... don't motherfuckin' stop ya hot sexy bastard.. how tha fuck ya know every spot ta touch.."

He's as good in tha sack is he is on tha job... knows what ta do and don't let anythin' stop him...

SCOTT: *Couldn't stop right now if he wanted...his own primal instincts are being called to by the beautiful creature standing over him, and for once he listens...he's going to fucking do what he wants for a change, be a man and not the dutiful soldier. His oral assault becomes relentless, direct, lips and tongue travelling from shining head to thick base, deep throating Logan as his hands grip the furry, muscular buttocks and clench, the feel of Logan's beautiful ass in his hands going straight to his cock.*

LOGAN: Muscles within his loins spasm as the feral lets out one final roar of completion. Scott... the man that had caused so much goddamn annoyance, had admired him and had looked up to him all this time.. the ego-rush alone was hot. Add the fact Scott himself was just handsome as fuck... and now his tongue, his fingers, his hands digging into Logan's ass... All of it propelled a torrent of seed out of Logan's thick shaft and down Scott's hot throat.

He didn't even yell words. It was just torn up feral growling of... not vengeance... but some deep satisfaction. The feeling of not having yet another foe, that itself was amazing.

SCOTT: *Drinks every drop of seed he recieves, just like he did in those cold, bleak months between the orphanage and Xavier...but this is no dark back alley or seedy motel room, and Logan is no furtive, apathetic john using him for a quick release. No, the sound of Logan reaching climax makes Scott proud of himself, and gratifies him with its glorious, unrefined satiation. The good kind of primal...you're not an animal, not in any way at all. He pulls off Logan with one last, long lick, then gets back to his feet, looking his friend...his headache...his ideal...in the eye. Slowly, he strips, never taking his eyes off Logan, shucking his shirt and jeans and throwing them into opposite corners of the room. With a nonchalant sweep of his arm, he clears off the dest, papers and notes and symbols of Cyclops' responsibilities tumbling to the ground as Scott...naked, unashamed, and ball-breakingly horny...lies on his back on the desk, spreading his legs as he keeps eye contact with his sexy rebel*

LOGAN: The feral smirks and licks his lips. He's disregardin' his work, fuckin' on the desk... he ain't lettin' me fuck him outta guilt or anything either... He's doin' what he wants ta do... He almost felt a twinge of pride.

He prowled right over to Scott. He hardened again in seconds.. but even without the healing factor, Scott was so hot anyone would recuperate quick. Those muscles exposed; glittering with sweat, their glory on display.

He slicked his cock with lube and kept his cobalt stare on the man's shielded eyes. "Damn yer good Scott. Fuckin' good cocksucker... I wanted ya fer a long time.." he didn't say how. Still there were urges about making him pay for... no, those were directed towards Cyclops, not Scott. Not this man of integrity.

"We're both gonna love this Scott.." he growled as he slipped the first of his thick fingers past Scott's tight entrance.

SCOTT: *gasps, his whole body shuddering at the intrusion of Logan's finger. It's a shudder of momentary pain that is eclipsed by the desire he feels for the man in front of him.* Remy's right...he's easy to get addicted to. "God, Logan...I can't wait much longer...want you so badly..." *He already loves what's being done to him, and is desperate for more*

LOGAN: He keeps watch at the man under him. He observes the shudder and knows he needs time. His other hand moves up and down the perfect, utterly model-worthy torso he feels priveliged to be fucking.

"Yer gonna wait a bit Scooter. Don't wanna hurtcha.." not anymore... "Im gonna take my time with ya... make it slow.. make it last."

As he says 'make it last' the second fingertip approaches and merely traces the tight, contricting muscle. As he feels it yield, the slick second digit slides in; precisely and slowly.

SCOTT: *nods imperceptibly, a drop of sweat rolling down his forehead as he feels the second finger push in. It hurts less than the first, but his lust has his chest heaving, panting as if he's run a marathon. He feels like he's going to explode if he doesn't do something...so his hands go back to Logan's body, gripping them in an effort to keep control of the rising tide of sensation welling up inside him.*

LOGAN: The stocky feral drops his voice to a low, soft grumble. "Yeah Scott.... I'm gonna make it real nice... Ya always had a sweet ass.."

The fingers slowly scissor and spread the man open. As he feels Scott's grip he leans down and places a trail of bites, kisses and chews across Scott's neck and shoulder... The strong and sturdy shoulders that carry the weight of far too much.

"Not long now Scott... I'm gonna be buried inside ya real soon... and damn I'm lookin forward to it"

SCOTT: "Yeah, Logan...do it to me...I've seen you looking, I know you want it." *Scott feels himself opened up and moans aloud, long and low. He looks directly at Logan, absolutely transformed by lust...free in a way he's never been before, but bound to the sexy feral by heat and need and desperation...he wants him more than anything in the world right now.* "...Well, it's yours now, you fucking stud...come on, we both need it, you're worthy...Fuck me, Logan."

LOGAN: Now he feels pride. He freed Scott from the stoic prison and had the team leader admit what he wanted. The feral smirks and licks his lips as he removes his fingers.

"Now that's one order I ain't gonna question," he growled as he placed the head of his cock at the entrance to Scott's stretched hole.

Before he slides in he leans down; pressing every inch of his furry, muscular, stout frame against Scott... He wants to feel the man shake and shudder when he enters...

One slow, long movement happens; the Canadian slowly moves his thick shaft into Scott Summers' tight, hot ass. He feels the body under him react as he enters.

"I know I'm worthy... and you are too, Scott."

SCOTT: *lets out a long, drawn-out moan of pure pleasure and passion...Logan did a good job prepping him, and feeling the feral sink inside him is fucking worth it! His body is shuddering and trembling from the heat, his cock rock hard between them. He's been fucked before, but no other man has ever made love to him like this...made him feel wanted for anything but a quick cum. Logan, though...tough, arrogant, independent, sexy Logan...he knows Scott, and wants him for himself. And that is the hottest thing anyone's ever done to him. "Oh God yes...Logan...you feel so damned good in me." Scott's arms and legs wrap around his lover and he kisses him hotly, needfully, as soon as his face is in range. Even the beard-burn from Logan's stubble makes the clean-shaven man tremble in lust...everything Logan is is an insane turn-on for him!*

LOGAN: That moan... hearing that stoic, silent, steady man crumble and tremble and let out a moan of pure and utter unashamed, unregretted, unsuppressed, undenied pleasure. The feral has never loved super-hearing so much. He smells the need and admiration and lust but also something else... it was good though. He was getting through to Scott. Into Scott.

He was buried right to the hilt. Inside his team leader who was now his comrade; his brother in arms, albiet in a different way that Remy is. He felt the devouring need taking him in, wanting him there. His tongue travels up Scott's chest, the drops of sweat gathered in that light sprinkling of hair.

Logan ceases chewing on Scott's neck and goes back to growling in his ear.
"Ya feel so damn good Scott. So tight and warm and yer body's so hard and strong... yer a real hero ya know that? I'm lovin' bein' inside yer ass, so fuckin' good... Damn I'm gonna cum soon ya know.. fuck Scott.."
He begins moving in and out in a slow, deep rhythm

SCOTT: "God, that's good...you're so good...!" Scott aches to be pounded into the desk, to be fucked, hard and passionate and strong, by this amazing man...He feels the tongue and the lips and the teeth...Logan's voice seems to vibrate through him on a cellular level...he writhes under the attentions and cries out aloud, "L-Logan...go harder...I know you can do it...Please!"

LOGAN: "Sure thing hot stuff," he snarls seductively. Quickly, Logan picks up the pace; accellerating smoothly, but to a hard, fast, deep slam-fuck. His hand reaches down and begins stroking the leaking hardness of Scott. He pulls out before plunging back in; sweat drips off of his body onto the man below him.

Logan's breathing becomes faster as he pounds the team leader ever harder. His arms circle the tall Summers tightly; holding the brown-haired mutant close. He doesn't speak. All his effort is focussed on fucking Scott. Not Cyclops. Scott.

SCOTT: "Yes...YES! YES!!!" THIS is what he wanted...what he dreamed about! The strength and ferality of the stud atop him, the full force of his passion, strong and hard and male, fucking him...not like an animal, but on a deeper, human level, letting their lusts take over and giving in to the urges he's always been afraid of...Scott's moaning a constant stream of praise now, things like "so fucking hot," and "YES, you hot rebellious stud!" in between gasps and cries of pleasure as his prostate is barraged by pistoning thrusts. This is his rebellion, his way of telling the Cyclops in him to fuck off and die, by giving pleasure to the one creature it could never control...the one beautiful thing he admires more than any work of art or piece of music in the world. In Logan's fist, he leaks and stiffens, unable to hold back his cries of ecstasy...and unwilling to do so even if he could.*"Logan...oh God, I'm so close...!"

LOGAN: The pressure builds in his cock as he feels every single part of his body heat up. His stability becomes shaky; his body loses coordination. He pounds and thrusts almost animalistically... the animal loving the challenge of someone he's fought with. Now it wasn't fighting against but with him; raging towards that final goal, that climax.

The pheremones that poured off Scott were so intoxicating. The respect, the lust, the admiration. It was all there. And Logan drank it up; being seen not as an abomination against nature but as an ideal brought to life.

In a second swelling moan Logan climaxes. His essence erupts from within him and into the hard muscled physique of Scott Summers.

SCOTT: "LOGAN!!!" *his hips buck uncontrollably under the feral, the two of them thrusting in perfect time, raw and primal and human...each devoted to the other's pleasure as much as their own. Not an animal...no animal could have sex this good! That is the last coherent thought in Scott's mind as Logan starts to moan and growl atop him, pounding into him as he hits his climax, and Scott takes it all in, the sight of Logan's beautiful body shuddering and thrusting in the throees of orgasm etched into his memory. His legs clamp around the feral's waist and he surges upward, kissing Logan passionately as his own orgasm slams into him with the force of his optic blasts, driving a moan/scream of pure ecstasy out of his throat, and into Logan's mouth, as he clutches the stockier man like a drowning man would a life raft. His hips buck uncontrollably between them as his cock swells and stiffens and blasts in Logan's fist, coating both of them in his seed as his slim, muscled body writhes against that of his hero.*

LOGAN: The shorter man accepts the kiss; tongue exploring with and wrestling against that of the team leader. His teeth don't cut the tongue; the tang of copper doesn't emerge. Only the taste, the warmth, the strength of Scott; letting that strength and his own admire each other. The sticky seed on his hand couldn't be wasted... he lifted it to his lips and licked it off.

"Fuck Scott..." He gasps, regaining his composure, "yer a fuckin' awesome lay."

SCOTT: Slumps back on the desk, naked and sweaty and gasping, but glowing with happiness and satiation...and when he looks at Logan, his face is filled with admiration and respect. "You...you're pretty awesome yourself. I can see why Gambit likes it so much." He sits back up and wraps his arms around Logan, pressing their nude bodies together in a naked gesture of friendship and affection. "Thanks, Logan. I mean it."

Remy/Victor/Logan smut RP, part 2

More goodness on the RP-with-aceoheartscajun front. ^_^ I really love doing these scenes; they're so spontaneous and inspiring.

This one was actually an attempt to inspire me to write the smutty part of a Scott/Logan trilogy of fics (which will show up here when they're finished). As much fun as it was, it served more as a distraction than an inspiration. Still, totally worth it. ^_^

Again, aceohearts plays Gambit (obviously), while I play Creed and Logan.

Enjoy!

~*~

Good!Sabes: *pulls Remy in close for a warm, gentle hug...though something stiff is poking at the Cajun's armored abdomen...*

REMY: [Has absolutely no complaints about that at all! He knows how much Victor sufferred and wants to make him feel all better... THIS Victor is a good one] "I believe I owe you somet'ing cher" [smirks]

VICTOR: "No ya don't. I liked doin' it with ya, an' havin' you do it ta me." *smiles* "Now, if yer offerin' it up 'cause you want me t'fuck ya, that's a whole 'nother story."

REMY: "Oui. An' yeah, I wan' you to fuck me. Preferably while I'm fucking Logan. Sound like a good time to you?"

LOGAN: *leans against the bed, already naked, hard, and grinning*

VICTOR: "Lemme think...plow the hottest ass I've seen since that Snake fella an' watch him fuck my best friend? How many different languages I gotta say 'oh fuck yeah' in?"

REMY: [has a big wide cheshire cat smile on his face as he tosses his coat aside and starts unzipping his armor] "As many as you like, cher" [he says that through a smoldering, lustful gaze liberally seasoned with charm power. Then he stalks over to Logan, swagerring like a conqueror, slicking his fingers up with lube]

Remy continues over to Logan and slides a single finger inside him with absolute ease. "Now dis, cher, is gonna be fun"

LOGAN: "Yeah, babe...I'm likin' it already..." *pulls Remy in for a scorching, smoldering kiss as he feels the lubed finger work its way in*

VICTOR: *feels himself swell from the sight of Remy kissing Logan while he preps him. Suddenly his jeans are on the floor, and he's right behind Remy, licking and nibbling at his neck while his hands grab and pull at the Cajun's clothes...trying not to rip or tear, he's not an animal anymore...but his self-control is fading fast!*

REMY: Remy lets his clothes vanish. Let Victor see the hotness! Let him bask in Remy's glory. He chuckled to himself as he slid a second finger into Logan and pointed his ass towards the taller feral.

And he gazed again at Logan... Lustful, eager, grinning with anticipation... So powerful and wild and unashamedly himself.. He's never gonna be conquered... we're de same dat way.. He licks his lips before bringing them down to the furred face of his best friend.

LOGAN: *loves kissing Remy, feeling him against him, inside him...He spreads his legs further apart as he feels Remy prep him further, and just breathes in the spicy scent of his Cajun lover, mixed with the wild, feral musk of his again-friend*

VICTOR: *carefully works a lubed finger into Remy, his free hands grasping and kneading the Acadian's perfectly shaped ass. Shucking his shirt and leaning over, he covers Remy with his body, muscular back to furry chest, and grinds his hips against him, eager and barely-controlled, but patient nonetheless*

REMY: Remy moans at the feel of Victor's blond pelt grinding against his back, and lets out a gasp as the finger slowly enters him.
"Oui Victor... damn you jus' so good at dis" he purrs back at the feral. He pushes himself down onto Vic's thick finger as he works his third finger into Logan.

Remy watches his third finger disappear inside his best friend's tight, hot, muscular ass. He scissors the fingers gently, spreading the Canadian open. He watches the man's expansive chest rise and fall; a sheen of sweat build up on his skin.
"Logan cher... You jus' so damn hot mon ami... i's always heaven being inside you..."

LOGAN: *lets out gasps and guttural moans as he is stretched and spread, his eyes never leaving Remy and Victor. He's not even touching himself and he's already rock hard, just from the sights and sensations* "Yer fuckin' gorgeous...do it t'me, Gumbo...I wanna feel you in me so goddamn bad..."

VICTOR: *gently bites Remy's shoulder again, licking and lapping at the spicy-salty skin there as he works his second finger in* "He's right, LeBeau...yer pretty goddamn hot yerself...when yer ready, gimme a shout...bein' inside you's gonna be worth the wait..."

REMY: Logan's deep eyes are met with his dark, lustful gaze. He wants the short feral, wants him like he has wanted so little else.. the man he can trust, who will watch his back as vigilantly as he watches Logan's. He withdraws the fingers slowly before replacing them with his cock. Moving in is one slow, practiced, measured motion... the perfect start to a long, slow, deep fuck.

Remy purrs at Victor's bite and growls deeply as the second finger enters him. It still blows his mind that the man who was a monster and rapist in his world could be so much more... As Remy is stretched slowly, he rolls his eyes back. The constricting heat around his own shaft would do that normally, but adding Creed to the mix only makes the sensations more intense.
"Oui, mon ami. Dis Cajun's ready for you Victor. Give it to me, you know you wan' me so bad... everyone does."

LOGAN: *lets out a long, drawn-out moan of pleasure as the Cajun pushes into him. His muscles flex and pulse around Remy's cock, and Logan wraps his legs around his waist, panting and sweating in heat as he draws him further in*

VICTOR: *mimics what Remy did to Logan, ever the attentive student to Remy's lessons in how to give mind-blowing pleasure. His own maleness is considerably bigger than Remy's, but with enough lube and patience he knows he can do this and not hurt him. As a result, his cock seems to flow into Remy, pushing agonizingly slowly as he lets out a low, guttural growl of pleasure*

REMY: A low purr escapes from Remy's throat as he feels the shorter feral wrap those thick, hairy legs around his waist and drag him in. The heat inside the man is unbelieveable... Droplets of sweat drip from Remy's stubbled chin as he remains buried inside Logan.

Creed's own manhood slowly filled him to his very limit. The size was unbelieveable; short cries crept from Remy's throat. It was more from the intense pressure than any pain though. The slow stretch had Remy's eyes rolled totally back; all red invisible now.
"Oh mon dieu Victor...." Remy gasps out.

Remy remembered what he said back in his own world. "You a ro''en fuck Creed. A filt'y brute." But none of those applied to this Victor. None of them mattered.

LOGAN: "Damn...god-damn, Rems...ya feel fuckin' incredible inside me..." *Logan needs a miniute to adjust, but only a minute. Then, he kisses Remy again, hotly, needfully, and whispers gutturally into Remy's ear* "Now fuck me, you sexy, cocky rebel."

VICTOR: *once he's all the way in, he holds stock-still, giving Remy time to adjust. His arms go around the naked, lean body and he holds him close, whispering in his ear* You feel so fucking good around me, LeBeau...look so fuckin' hot with your cock in Logan an' mine in you...I wanna fuck you for-fuckin'-ever..."

REMY: The Cajun playfully returns Logan's kiss. A genuine smile of affection is on his face... his hand trails down Logan's woollen torso as he hears that deep, raspy voice demand it. The compliments stoke his ego to a roaring blaze; his smirk resurrects.
"My pleasure, cher"

As Remy withdraws from Logan, he pushes himself back onto Creed's massive manhood. His eyes widen as the feeling of utter fullness. Then he slowly plunges back into Logan. Remy pistons back and forth between the heat around his cock and the massive fullness inside him. Moans, growls and purrs spill from his throat as he does.

"Oh Victor, you jus' so damn big an' thick... you feel damn good inside me mon ami. You big sexy badass kitty-cat, fuck you are so damn hot, you are worthy of me cher.."

LOGAN: *his rock-hard manhood bounces a little with each thrust of Remy's hips, an escalation of gasps and groans escaping his lips every time. Reaching up, he grabs Remy's chest muscles with both hands to brace himself as he rides out his lust, and the lust of his lover and friend, loving every single second of it!*

VICTOR: *lets out a low growl of pleasure as he lets Remy do the work, watching the Cajun's lurid dance of sensuality between him and Logan as he licks and kisses every inch of flesh presented to him, his arms holding Remy tightly between the two ferals. Watching Remy fuck himself on his cock and fuck Logan with the same motion sends Victor into ecstasy, spurts of precum already starting to leak from his cock*

REMY: His own shaft begins to leak as tightness and energy build in the pit of his stomach. The sheer amount of testosterone in the air, yet without any of the violence so many associate with these men... it is an absolute drug. Reality begins to fade; it is merely a haze of sensation and heat and fur and sweat and muscle and need and lust and purrs and growls and panting and... it's just too much.

"Logan, Victor... I'm gonna come soon mes amis..." he pants as he speeds up his pistoning. Plowing into the shorter feral; slamming back onto the larger feral; his hands raking through Logan's chest fur... he won't last long... His hand begins to furiously pump at Logan's aching shaft.*

LOGAN: "Ahh yeah, Remy...do it...fuckin' shoot it inside me...love it when I feel ya...AWWWWWW FUCK!!!!" *A roar of pure passion bursts forth from Logan's throat as his cock swells and blasts in Remy's hand, entire body convulsing from the orgasmic force Remy's visited on him. Body writhing, chest heaving, the Canadian is catapulted into the throes of ecstasy by his Cajun lover, roaring passion and pleasure and defiance the whole way*

VICTOR: *Can't help but pump his hips furiously into Remy as he feels him getting closer and closer, his pleasure spiking upwards as his hands maul the Cajun (figuratively, not literally; he'd sooner cut off his own dick than hurt Remy), fingers dragging along the skin without the slightest touch of a claw. That, however, is the only thing about Victor that's controlled right now, the wild, intense, unbelievable fucking bringing out all his passion, all his desire*

REMY: He can't even keep projecting his ego. He's just totally given in to the heights of mindshattering pleasure. Watching Logan writhe in an ecstasy that rivals anger; the same writhing Logan does when tied up, but in cathartic lust... Feeling those rough hands of Creed grope every part of his long, muscular torso. The heat of Logan and the size of Victor... Remy growled and purred as he climaxed; filling Logan with his essence.

LOGAN: *The blast of Remy's essence inside him, the feeling of his beautiful, sexy, cocky Cajun lover's climax, sends Logan to a whole other level of pleasure. As his own orgasm finishes, he slumps back onto the bed, coated in sweat and glowing with satiation as he grins up at Remy, running an affectionate hand through that auburn hair*

VICTOR: *is the last to hit his climax, grunting and growling his completion inside Remy as he latches onto the Cajun's neck with his lips, gripping him with all his force as he thrusts into him one final time. Spent, he slumps onto Remy's back, kissing every inch of flesh his lips can reach*

REMY: The Acadian just stands there in a mirage of endorphines. Sandwiched between the two ferals and panting with exhaustion; he slowly regains his smirk.
"Im t'inking we all need dis more often..."

LOGAN: *chuckles as he hugs Remy from the front, naked bodies mashing together* "No such thing as enough o'you, Rems."

VICTOR: "Got that right." *embraces the Cajun from behind, nuzzling him gently with a purr of satiation*

Remy/Logan/Victor smut RP

OK, I'm gonna say this right now: aceoheartscajun is one of the best X-Muses I know. ^_^ this was an AIM RP we did, totally spur-of-the-moment with zero planning, involving his Remy, my Logan, and a new take on a good, non-brutish (but still badass) Sabretooth.

I think it turned out really well; how about you?

~*~

Good!VICTOR: *lets his pants drop with a flick of his wrists and lies down beneath Remy with his legs spread wide, exposing that muscular, masculine ass as he looks up at Remy with a grin.* Go ahead, Cajun...take what'cha want.

REMY: "My pleasure, you big sexy badass kitty."
[Remy lubes Sabes up and begins slowly with fingers, delicately preparing him whilst he chews on Victor's thick neck... As he scissors them inside Victor he turns around to face Logan. He shoots the shorter feral an utterly smoldering, sexually predatory stare, never breaking eye contact.] "So Logan... you know you wan' me, everyone does. Ge' over here and take me you hunk." [His tone is almost... ordering]

LOGAN: "Don't gotta ask me twice, Rems." *letting his clothes fall off his body, Logan kneels behind Remy and slowly starts peeling the clothes off his lean, muscular, sexy body, trailing kisses wherever flesh is exposed, relishing the spicy scent and taste of his best friend. Lubing up his own fingers, he glides them up and down the cleft of Remy's ass before gently thrusting one in, licking his lips as he watches it slide in with little effort and next to no pain*

VICTOR: *lets out a low, guttural moan that vibrates through Remy's lips from his throat as he spreads his legs wider. When Remy turns back to Logan to give his order, Creed lunges forward and bites his neck gently, razor-sharp teeth barely scraping skin as he licks and laps at the tender flesh*

REMY: [Gasps at the bite which was strangely tender... Damn Victor was hot, writing muscle covered in golden fur... and this one was just amazing... the rapist in his reality replaced with a graceful, almost noble predator... he wasn't at Logan's level yet but he was getting close... Remy removed his fingers and positioned his long manhood at Victor's entryway. Pushing in with practiced competence, one smooth and perfectly timed movement that slowly filled the longhaired feral. He was so warm and tight and practically begging for more] [Response to Logan coming soon]

REMY Contd.: [Remy moaned as Logan's thick meaty fingers slid inside him. The moan turned into a rather growly, insistent purr in his voice as he thust back onto Logan's fingers] "Yeah Logan, you know you can' resis' Remy, bet you can' wai' jus' to be buried inside me cher, I know exactly wha' I do to you." [So what if he was being fucked, Remy was still just as predatory, and he WANTED it from Logan. The smirk on his face left no question]

LOGAN: *Loves the predator in Remy's voice as it slithers across his skin, galvanizing him into hardness as he stands up and spoons behind the Cajun, hirsuite chest to smooth back as he positions himself, sliding the thick head into that tight opening with a low, guttural growl* Ohhh yeah...baby, yer so fuckin' tight, so hot...keep talkin', Rems, please...

VICTOR: *Throws his head back and lets out a long, sustained, guttural moan as Remy fills him so deliciousluy, so completely.* God damn, kid...yer fuckin' amazin'...don't stop, for fuck's sake, so damn good...don't fuckin' stop!

REMY: [Remy smirks again as he watches Victor abandon himself to the pleasure... the pleasure that he, Remy LeBeau, has caused, has given to scores of handsome men and women. Damn Im jus' a sex god ain't I? he smirked at the thought. He ran his hands through the fur of Victor's muscled chest, squeezing the nipples as he did. He leaned down, whispering into Sabretooth's ear, "Oh Victor, jus' feel dat, you know you deserve de pleasure cher... You're so handsome mon ami..."

Remy withdraws slowly before moving inside the tight ass of the ferocious mutant again, watching the face twist through every shade of "oh fucking hell yes" known to homo sapien superior.

As Logan enters him, he pushes back. Logan's preparation made his entry easy, feeling nothing but his best friend's impressive girth filled him. He rubbed his smooth back against the furry chest of the Canadian, purr-growls spilling out of his mouth as he did.
"Oui mon ami, you feel so damn thick, don' stop Logan, fuck dis hot Cajun like you fucking mean it mon ami."

LOGAN: *Answers Remy's challenge with slow, steady thrusts, each one going a little deeper, out-IN, out-IN, out-IN. Every thrust is a quest for the redhead's prostate, that wondrous bundle of nerves that will break the composure of even the most self-possessed man. But every thrust is also an expression of warmth, of togetherness...of that four-letter word Remy never says, but always expresses, whenever the two of them are together.

VICTOR: *is transfixed by pleasure as he watches and feels Remy move, hearing the voice and feeling it...super hearing makes him, like Logan, feel Remy's words slide over him like hot silk. His nipples are on fire, diamond-hard under Remy's fingers, and his whole body feels like it's on fire, inside and out.* Ahh fuck, Remy...yer so fuckin' hot...ya feel so goddamn good inside me, like ya belong there...ohh, damn...Do it harder, babe, please...I need it, I want it, I ain't gonna break..."

REMY: Remy's incubus eyes feast on the sight before him; practically a banquet on a silver platter. The most dangerous of ferals, a begging and screaming and growling mass of muscularity and ferocity, absolutely begging for more. His fingers travel downwards to Sabretooth's extremely impressive shaft; they added slow, careful pumping to the mix of sensations.

As he heard Victor's demands, he increased the force of each thrust. Not the timing; which he kept slow, but the power he put into each plunge inside the blonde. Each trust pressed deep into the larger man's prostate as he whispered into Victor's pointed ear, "I wan' you to feel every inch of every thrust, cher... every feeling burned in your mind... you know you love dis Creed, don' deny it."

REMY Contd.: Each thrust from the stocky Canadian brought a deeper moan from Remy. Moans morphing into purrs transforming into cries of lust... somehow he sounded both animalistic and elegant as Logan's thickness wrenched more sounds out of him. The thrusts kept targeting Remy's sensitive spot, bringing those purrs and growls to ever larger levels of intensity.

Yet even under Logan's assault, there was still the man's tenderness... that made this so much more than simply getting an orgasm. The trust, the respect, the kinship... Even Remy had limits before he couldn't speak coherently any more, and he was closing in on them fast.
"Logan, mon cher, jus' keep doing dat, don' fucking stop..."

LOGAN: *keeps his thrusts in time with Remy's into Creed, slamming into him harder and harder with each thrust even as he keeps the steady, slow rhythm going. Reaching around, he puts his fingers to good use on Remy's nipple, while his other hand feels up the Cajuns' body, groping and pawing everything he can reach even as his hips keep up their thrusting into his lover's hot body. He doesn't speak, only lets out lowl, guttural moans of ecstasy, as the sight over Remy's shoulder of Creed spitted and spread on the Cajun's cock combines with the sensations he himself is feeling to drive him utterly insane...and yet, bring him closer to humanity than anything else in the world*

VICTOR: *starts shooting out hot, clear precum within seconds of Remy's slim, strong fingers wrapping around his shaft. His moans and guttural sounds have become almost nonstop, blending with Logan's in a symphony of what he would've called 'man song'...the expression of mutual lust and mounting sexual frenzy. And all of it, indeed his entire world, is centered around Remy's fucking...the whole of Sabretooth's being has been distilled into that single pistoning hardness between his legs.*

REMY: Remy can't deny some feeling of satisfaction at claiming the man that, in his reality, had claimed him by force. But this wasn't the same man. It was someone so much greater than that parasite-predator he knew. And in a way, claiming him had a better satisfaction. Remy was so close; teetering on the edge of oblivion yet still managing to keep his thrusts sychronized and his hand moving. Victor's own leaking coincided with his own. It wouldn't be long until he climaxed.

And Logan only accelerated the course. Remy felt those rough fingers groping his chest with nothing but absolute desire and insatiable lust. Yet more testament to his hotness. And to Logan's hotness. And to Creed's.

Remy's growls, purrs and grunts escalated as he impaled himself on Logan before thrusting back into Creed.
"Mes Amis, dis Cajun.. so close..."

LOGAN: "Then don't hold it back, Cajun...cum fer us, we both wanna watch...fuck, baby, seein' you shoot is the most amazin' fuckin' thing in the whole goddamn world..." *Every word is sincere, and punctuated by a thrust of his hips into Remy. Logan truly loves seeing Remy unload...to take the pleasure he and Creed are giving him, and let it show. Nothing gets Logan off better than seeing a hot guy cum, throw off all reservations and pretenses and just lose himself in the ecstasy of orgasm...and Remy's as hot as they come.

VICTOR: *continues to whimper, moan, growl, and cry out unreservedly as he feels the closeness of his lovers, and sees Remy's whole body flush with nearness. Finally, two words escape his lips, shaky with the force of his body vibrating from Remy's thrusts.* Cum...please...

REMY: It wasn't even French curses. It was some torn up blend of French, English, growls, purrs, grunts, screams and whatever the hell managed to erupt from Remy's vocal cords. But he was brought to the absolute apex by that ferocious tightness around his shaft, and the thick cock pounding inside him, and every single drop of affection he had for Logan, and even the respect he was developing for this Creed. Blasting inside Sabretooth, roaring and crying out in completed lust and pleasure; Remy LeBeau was enthralled to ecstasy.

Sweat dripped down his face and matted strands of reddish-brown hair clung. He gasped in the sweet air as he floated in a cloud of endorphines. FInally, as he regained his breath, there were only three syllables he could muster. "Oh mon dieu"

LOGAN: *comes down from his orgasmic high first, hot breath on Remy's back as he rests his sweat-soaked head on the Cajun's shoulder* Ahh, God...ahh, Christ...Rems, that was...that was fuckin...incredible...

VICTOR: Pants for breath, chest heaving as he squeezes Remy's cock with his inner muscles a few more times before relaxing enough for the Cajun to pull out. He doesn't say anything, but instead leans up to give Remy an impassioned, tender kiss.

REMY: Even through the panting and the afterglow, Remy's perma-smirk remains. How could he not smirk at extremely hot mind blowing sex between three extremely hot X-Men?

Victor's kiss was surprising, but incredible. Passionate yet tender, hungry without devouring. Remy responds to it with equal enthusiasm, running his left hand through Victor's hair and his right through his chest fur at the same time.

As he hears Logan's exhausted, satisfied, cigar-ravaged voice declare how incredible it was, he turned, and locked his eyes to Logan's.
"Oui, cher. So were you..."

And those dark, demonic eyes were a picture of absolute satisfaction.

Remy's Surprise.

I'm gonna try something different here.

When I copy stuff over from other blogs, especially RPs, it looks all wrong and wonky. So instead, I'm just gonna throw the link to the thread in No Fandom Politix up here.

http://asylums.insanejournal.com/nofandompolitix/10608.html

This is perhaps the longest I've ever taken to RP a scene, but the finished product is more than worth it, IMHO. Gambit, s before, is played by the incredible aceofheartscajun. ^_^

Enjoy!

Room Service

Another No Fandom Politix smut thread, this one continues the Logan/Remy party, and drags in a totally new character...Matt Parkman, of 'Heroes' fame, played by the obscenely talented (and talented at the obscene!) thinktank.

Quick note: Despite my love for all things superheroic, I never got into 'Heroes.' Watched the first two episodes and liked it, but couldn't get over the cliffhanger-a-week format. That said, a couple of the characters really fascinated me...Hiro was fun as hell, Nikki/Jessica fascinating, and Matt was studly and sensitive. Maybe now that it's on DVD I can watch without having trouble with those damn endings-that-aren't-endings.

Anyway, back to the smut. This takes place right after Matt gets taken to a bar, gotten plastered, and then ditched by Gears of War's Damon Baird for Final Fantasy VII's Cid Highwind. (it makes sense on the site, I swear!)

~*~


[walks out of the bar after seeing Baird and Cid head for the trenches]

I'm drukking funk. That Baistard bard... wh'ever happnd to leave wi' the one who brung yah?

[mumbles, grumbles, fumbles and tumbles, ends up in a gutter with a wet face]

Nice guys finish fast! I mean, finish last...

This is all Mohinder's fault... 'f it weren't for him I'd only be gettin rejected by girlses...

There's gotta be something interesting in one of these rooms...

[pokes into hair salon room, into room with infinite number of monkeys on typewriters, into oval office of white house, into quite possibly the TARDIS]

'Lo? 'Lo?

[And Gambit is standing there, his red-pupiled demon-eyes glowing softly as he shuffles a deck of cards]

"Bonjour mon ami. Rough night?"

"I'd say so, Remms. Kid's completely sloshed."

Logan steps in front of the man, holding up two fingers.

"You alright, pal? How many fingers d'ya see?"

[Matt, bleary-eyed]

Um.... seventeen, I think. I dunno, should I count the big spiky ones?

Or, y'know the ones sticking up from your head?

Or, y'know... that big one between yr...

[::urp::]

Hey, there are two of you. [turns to Remy] Hi, pretty.

"Why T'ankyou mon ami, but 'dat could be jus' de alcohol talking, at leas' right now." [Smirking again]

Remy then turns to Logan. "Wha' should we do abou' 'dis man? de restaurant?"

Logan grins.

"I say we drag 'im to the bathroom...give 'im a nice hot shower, then when he's got th' sense t'feel it..."

He gropes the bulge in his jeans meaningfully as he looks down at the insensible man.

"That's why yer plastered, ain't it? Got an itch no one's willin' ta scratch? Don't worry about lyin' man, I can smell it on ya."

He saw the claws without my even poppin' 'em. That means he's gotta be some kinda skull-scanner...If so, hottest one I've ever seen.

The thoughts that go through Logan's head are obscene, to say the least.

~**~

[Hot water running across his face and chest and Matt wakes up, blinking his eyes. He's in the shower. Oh, that's great. He's in the shower.]

Oh, God, I feel like I was run over by a truck carrying an aircraft carrier.

The hell am I? Last I remember I was outside and there was this guy who..

Last I remember I wasn't naked.

I'm naked now.

What... what's going on here?

[looks around frantically]

[Have a smirking, clothed Remy standing outside the shower, shuffling a deck of cards and only rarely taking very short glimpes at you] "Feeling better mon ami?" he says through a smirk.

[Yikes, there's a guy outside looking at him once in a while] "Uh, yeah. Hey, uh, do you mind, I'm sort of... not decent here...

[steals a glance at him too, never mind the French stuff the guy is kind of really, really striking, gorgeous face...]

[Remy makes sure not to take any more glances, for a while at least]

"Jus' makin' sure you don' go fallin' over an' crackin' your head on de tiles mon ami. You really love de bottle huh?" [Again smirking]

[Matt groans.] "No, not really. I just got frustrated. Ya know, you have to tune out for a few minutes and the guy you came in with is leaving with someone else, it's annoying."

[pauses, then peeks out at him with a confused scowl on his face.] "What the hell language are you thinking in? Is that French? I can't understand a word you're thinking."

"Language I'm t'inking in? French is my native tongue, oui... you telepat'ic? Logan suspected as much."

[He groans. Like it or not this guy's accent is kind of sexy] "Yeah, I can hear thoughts pretty well. This Logan guy, he was around before, right?" [Turns the water off] "Hey, can I have a towel? Unless you want me tramping around-- wherever I am-- naked, that is."

"Yeah, 'dat was Logan before." [He hands Matt a towel, always the graceful host!]

"Would you like some painkillers for de headache or?"

[Matt shakes his head stoically.] "Nah, it'll pass. Always does."

[He looks the guy up and down. Suddenly he's full of questions. Where is he? Who is this man? What's his relationship to that big meaty guy called Logan? Why'd they take him out of the gutter.] "So I guess I owe you thanks for getting me inside and cleaned up, Mr., uh..."

"Remy. Remy LeBeau. Don' mention it mon ami, Remy no like seein' people wid' killer hangovers. Still, de offer of painkillers is open."

A knock comes on the wall outside the bathroom, and Logan saunters in, "dressed" in a similar fashion to Matt. His black body hair is sparkling with water droplets and steam comes off him in small smoky curls.

"Hey pal, you feelin' better? Here, drink up. It'll help, trust an old drinkin' pro."

He hands Matt a glass of water. Logan's healing factor protects him against many, many things, but despite his claims to the contrary, getting completely shit-faced plastered is not one of them. He turns to Remy with a cheeky grin.

"This place has a sauna, didja know that? A fuckin' sauna! How long I been buggin' Charley ta let me put one'a those in the Institute?"

Matt eyes the man who came in. Now this is someone who's his type. "You're Logan?" he asks. "Thank you for... for your help." His eyes drift south a second, but he rights himself. "I'm feeling much better, thanks."

He turns to Remy. "I really appreciate the offer, but I don't need any pills, thanks." There's two reasons for this. One, he's done the painkiller addiction thing and doesn't need to go back; and two, two hot guys in a bathroom with you does a whole lot to clear up the cobwebs. Not much room left to feel a headache when all your blood's south of the border.

Remy turns to Logan] "A sauna? 'dat would be quite useful wid' our new friend here, don' you think Logan? [Through a most seductively evil grin]


[He turns to Matt]"No problem mon cher, it's your choice" [he walks away from the medicine cabinet].. "So, Logan tells me you been lookin' for some company recently?" [And flashes another smirk]

Logan leans back, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his towel. He doesn't answer, not in words...but his posture, his stance, and most importantly his dirty, dirty thoughts, tells the newcomer exactly what he'd use the sauna for in this case.

"So, ya know my name an' his...but we dunno yers. Or do we just call ya 'Hot Psychic Drunk Guy?'"

Matt turns red. Remy has just called him on his horrible inclination to be a whiny drunk; and when he's being whiny about a chance lost, he starts asking strangers for it. Of course, these guys are just exuding sex, and Matt has the weird feeling they would have said yes-- that they brought him here because they would say yes.

Yes, life is definitely weird.

"M-Matt Parkman," he says, stumbling as he finds his voice. "But, you know, I'd answer to Hot Psychic too. If that's what you think."

He takes a step. "So do you guys do this as a team all the time? Find drunks, clean them up and take them to bed?"

[Remy just smirks and slowly advances on the target, chuckling a little at the stammerring]

"No need to fear us mon ami, we don' have any sinister plans... as leas' no plans we t'ink are sinister" [and that evil grin grows]

"Well Logan an' I haven' done 'dis before as a team but... if 'dis goes well 'dat may change!" [He turns to Logan, smiling]

Logan returns Remy's grin, and fixes it on Matt.

"Bottom line is, yer lonely, pal. I could smell it even through the booze...yer hormones give ya away."

He walks over to Matt. 'Stalks', really...his dark eyes boring into the psychic as he gives him yet more sneak previews of what he'd like to do to him.

"An' trust me...yer in th' right place. We're the best at what we do."

Matt flinched a little from the power of the images. This guy knew how to get into a telepath's head, and he wasn't shy about doing it. He was so, so much man too, with that broad chest and srong jaw. And Remy was beautiful for a different reason, handsome and devilish.

His voice got very small. Small but hard and purposeful. "Then why aren't you doing it?"

"'Cause we wan' to know what you like mon cher" Remy purrs through his smirk as he gets behind Parkman, his teeth softly nibbling on his neck... "why no' tell Remy and Logan 'dose desires of yours? We wanna hear... you won' regret it, we promise."

Remy's hands travel down Parkman's chest as he whispers into his ear.

Remy smiles at Logan, knowing Parkman's answer already but wanting to hear it come out of his mouth.

Oh motherfucking crap, Remy's touching him, biting him. Any and all doubt deletes itself from his memory, and he gives a little sigh-groan. "I want you to use me," he says. "To do all those things that have been in your dirty-ass mind this whole time. You want to fuck me in the shower? You want me to fuck you right here? Sauna, bed, doesn't matter. Just do it."

With a rush of sudden desire, he grabs Logan and pulls him into to kiss that stupid, horny grin away.

This is what Logan was waiting for...the moment when the stud actually lost it and pulled them in, taking what he wanted.

"Oh, yeah, this is what I'm talkin'..."

He's promptly shut up by the psychic's kiss. And he doesn't mind one bit. With a flick of his wrist he sends both his towel and Matt's tumbling to the ground, their nude bodies grinding together in a mash of heat and flesh. Breaking the kiss, he grins at his lover and their tasty new bedmate.

"Let's get back t'the bedroom so the Cajun can undress fer the occasion. I wantcha to enjoy this, Matt...give ya just whatcha want."

"Oh, hell, yeah," Matt says with a grin. He follows Logan out of the bathroom and looks around. He wonders if this is their home, what it is. Not that it matters, they're a march of two naked men toward inevitable sex and that is A-OK with Matt.

He grabs Logan's ass just for the fun of it. It's muscular and perfect and now Matt's imagining those muscles clenching hard against his cock. Fu-u-ck, but Logan's just his type.

[And all three arrive in the black leather room, decked out with toys and potential places to fuck. Really, there's too much variety, it would take years to exhaust all the possibilities [And believe me Remy and Logan are working on doing just that!]]

[To Matt] "Anyt'ing grab your attention mon cher?" [Remy of course does not stop nibbling on Matt's neck... he also goes up to the earlobe, and his fingers squeeze Matt's nipples firmly but gently]

"Oh, fuck," he says at the twist of his nipples. "Oh, fuck," he says again, looking around the room. "God damn, you're going to have to put a cock ring on me or I'm gonna come in five seconds. This is too fucking perfect." He turns in Remy's arms to kiss the other man's mouth, sliding his tongue against Remy's and feeling electricity curl his toes. "Holy shit. Yeah, yeah, I want.. I want everything, damn it. I want you to tie my up and tease the hell out of my body. Tell me there's a goddamn cock ring in here."

"You know asking for everyt'ing can get you in trouble in some places" Remy said through his apparently-permanent smirk.

[Remy looks at Logan and motions towards the cock-rings whilst Remy gets a few short lengths of soft leather rope...]

[And he slowly, carefully starts by pressing Parkman onto the bed, then proceeding to bind his wrists and ankles to the bedposts. He smiles as he does, stroking Parkman's shoulder caringly]
"You gonna have a lot of fun tonight mon ami, 'dis we promise"

Logan grabs a few rings from the top of a dresser, and kneels in front of Matt's groin.

"Damn...yer even more eager than I thought, pal. This is gonna be so fuckin' awesome..."

He holds up the rings to the psychic's balls, one after the other.

"Nope...nope...that one's too small, too...damn, stud, yer big...There we go. Perfect fit."

Sliding it on and securing it, Logan grins eagerly and moves to one side, kneeling on the bed beside Matt as he leans down and gives his now-restrained cock a long, slow lick.

"C'mon, Rems...strip down fer him. Slow an' sexy, like ya did fer me. Show him what he ain't seen yet, 'cept in my head."

Matt groans loudly as the ring slips on and tightens. "Oh, shit," he whines at the feeling of Logan's tongue on his dick. This is insane, this is his fantasy come true, this is... oh god, now he gets to watch Remy strip? He has a feeling his cock is gonna bulge to a size where it might crack the ring entirely. Sensation's shooting up and down his body.

"Yeah," he encourages. "I wanna see that. Ooh."

[Remy of course is more than happy to oblige! His trenchcoat simply slides off his body effortlessly, and the body armor finds its way off with remarkable ease (especially considering its hot pink kevlar}. The top half of the armor removes to expose his muscular-yet-lithe chest dusted lightly in cinammon body hair, and the armored trousers are zipped off quickly as well]

[Remy then straddles Matt, staring him in the eye] "Logan 'dere is probably gonna make 'dat cock of yours scream for joy... what do you want from Remy 'den?"

Logan's lips are sealed around Matt's cock. The wild man is loving the sounds he makes, the taste of his hardness, and the look of his body all spread out beneath him.

His eyes remain on Remy while he strips, taking in the show and letting it work its magic on his untouched hard-on. When he gets a new guy in bed, Logan loves to make them scream in pleasure first, and then worry about himself.

From the way Matt grabbed his ass, it's clear he wants to fuck him. And that is just fine with Logan...but first Remy needs his share of this hot man's body too.

Matt's eyes bugged out as he watched Remy strip. He was far broader and more manly than he'd looked all slimmed down by that coat of his... he looked fucking delicious. Matt wanted to run his tongue down that chest, taste the sprinkling of hair. Make him scream obscene things in French.

And Logan, fucking Logan was sucking him off, that big wet animal mouth of his, and Matt's blood was pulsing, straining at the ring. He must be huge by now. He couldn't even look down-- just the noises, slurping and sucking, were enough. "Aw, fuck," he said helplessly, wriggling in his restraints. "Fuck, that feels so goddamn good. You're both amazing. Oh, God."

[Remy smirks more at Matt's face, so contorted in pleasure, he's obviously not had nearly enough]

"I t'ink you're enjoying 'dis mon ami! Remy has an idea, how abou' having Logan ride your cock while I ride your ass, mmm? [He turns to Logan] Like 'dat idea Logan?"

Logan takes Matt's cock out of his mouth just long enough to grin.

"Aww, hell yeah."

He turns to Matt, licking his nipples as he crawls on top of his bound body.

"How 'bout it, stud? You been starin' at my ass since I dropped that towel. You wanna fuck it, baby?"

He grabs a bottle of lube from the nightstand and starts pouring it in his hand, his eyes never leaving the psychic's handsome, agonized face.

Matt stares, no, gapes, open-mouthed. He's so turned on he can barely breathe and now these guys want to make a fucking sandwich out of him? Forget orgasm, his entire dick is going to explode. "Oh, fucking God, yes," he pants. "Want it so bad. Got to have you. Want both of you. Jesus, don't make me wait." He wants to paw Logan's ass, but the tethers are too strong; he whines in frustration.

[Remy snickers at the bonds, as he unties the wrists from the bedposts... he slips behind Matt, resting Matt's back against his chest and rubbing his nipples slowly, then tying his wrists again, but in front of him this time]

"We won't mon ami, we won't" he says in a reassuring tone, grabbing the lube bottle from Logan and proceeding to slick his fingers up with it....

"Remy gonna prepare you right... won't hurt you cher..." again in that reassuring, almost downright caring tone, as he slides one finger into Matt, slowly, following it with a second one, meeting little resistance as it entered the beefy psychic. A third finger followed, stretching him a little wider, Remy's other hand rubbing Matt's nipples as he delicately prepared him... he nibbled again on his neck, alternating between soft chews and kisses.

Remy then positions his cock at Parkman's entrance, and carefully slips himself inside, slowly making his way in deeply.
"You feel good around Remy mon cher" he whispers, planting another kiss on Parkman's neck.

Logan is slowly grinding his ass up and down Matt's cock, letting its slickened length slide in between the cheeks, kissing his entrance in time with Remy's gentle fingers. Though this is their first time doing it with a third party, the two have had more than enough sex with each other to learn each other's rhythm and style, and synchronize it, the better make their victim writhe.

"An' yer gonna feel fuckin' awesome inside me, babe...I'm all set. All ya gotta do...is thrust."

Logan positions himself just right, letting Parkman take the initiative, and take what he wants.

"Oh God oh God oh God," Matt mutters. He can't take this. He's never done anything like this. Ever. And he doesn't think he'll ever do anything else ever again. His body is full up with pleasure and just hovering there, not crashing down, just taut and vibrating in midair.

He grabs Logan's hips and slides in just a tad. "Tell me if I hurt you," he says, though he gets the feeling Logan wouldn't mind if it did.

And then Remy's in him and he's in Logan and they're all three of them moving like waves on water. Matt groans and gives a long cry at the sheer completeness of it. The testosterone thick in the air is like a drug. He's in ecstacy. "Fuck, you feel good," he growls, kissing Logan's shoulder and kneading those amazing ass cheeks.

Meanwhile Remy keeps smoothly gliding in and out of Parkman's tight butt, and rubbing his nipples at the same time, planting kisses, licks and bites on Parkman's neck and shoulder... he gives a satisfied chuckle at Parkman's appreciative moans, growls and whimpers..] "Remy glad you enjoying 'dis mon ami"

When Matt's cock sinks inside him, Logan's claws flash out, and he snaps the bonds restraining Matt with four quick and painless swipes. Bondage is all well and good, but a guy sandwiched like this isn't going anywhere for a while.

"Yeah man...you feel so damn good..."

He actually leans over and nuzzles Matt, the roughness of his hair brushing against the psychic's face.

"Now come on, stud, you can fuckin' go deeper than that. I'm built ta take it rough, babe...so you can let it all out."

Logan's hair like wire around his face is scratchy, raw and amazing. "I'll go as deep as I can," Matt says, shifting Logan's hips to pull him so close there's barely an inch of space between their bodies. He slaps Logan's ass, grabbing and pinching, and grinds inside him, not pulling out but just pushing and twisting, their hips flush together and voices groaning in almost the same tone.

Bump against his prostate and Matt sees stars. "God, Remy, fuck me," he mutters almost inaudibly. "That's too fucking good. Yeah. Oh, Jesus, your hands," he moans as Remy twists at one hard nipple. "Fuck, what amazing hands." The cock ring is still holding him back, and Matt feels like he's cresting past sheer orgasm into some level of bliss he has never attained before. Everything's hot and dirty, man everywhere, and he's losing his mind. Doesn't ever want it back, though. Ever.

[Remy chuckles at the "amazing hands"] "Never tire of hearing it mon ami" [He then targets Matt's prostate, making sure every deep, smooth thrust hits the spot, hearing Parkman gasp each time, synchronising twists of the nipple with thrusts of his cock]

The three of them are so synchronized, so in-tune with each other and so fucking perfect that Logan would swear the hot psi fucking him has some sort of link going between them...not that he minds.

Letting out inarticulate groans and growls, he starts feeling like Remy's fucking him through Matt...he wants to kiss Remy behind him, and Matt beneath him...so he does, leaning back to tongue Remy's lips open and force his tongue in, then forward to do the same thing with the cop. All the while his prostate is singing, his own cock on the verge of exploding without even being touched. Too good, it's all too fucking good...

He can taste Remy on Logan's lips, and it's the hottest thing ever, kissing two men at once or the closest thing to it.

When Logan kisses Remy again Matt's eyes drop to the man's waist. Holy fuck, he'd almost forgotten Logan's cock, big and ruddy and heavy against his thigh. Oh, man. Matt fails. Well, time to make things right. He grabs the hot shaft in one hand as fast as he can, pumping it while his other hand skims across the head and dips to caress his balls. The man's so hairy it's hard to even find them, but Matt manages. And they're warm and sensitive to the touch. He looks up at Logan again, hoping to see those intense eyes roll right back in his head.

Remy approaches climax with heavy, ragged, breathy moans and purrs. As he continues pistoning into Matt's tightness, he leans further forward into Logan's kisses, grinding Parkman more tightly between the two as a pleasant side effect.

"Oh mon dieu Matt, you so warm and tight inside..."

"Nnnuh...not yet...too fuckin...soonnYEEAAAARRRRGH!"

When Matt's fingers close on Logan's cock...and his balls, a total turn-on for the hairy Canadian...that's it. He's gone.

His eyes roll back in his head, and he throws his head back and howls as his hips buck uncontrollably, his cock swelling and blowing its copious load all over Matt's sexy, burly chest. His ass clenches and flexes and go absolutely wild on Matt's cock, and his own chest heaves with gasping breaths as he lets out shuddering groans of pure, animal lust.

Holy shit. Holy... holy shucking flit that was the most incredible thing he's ever seen. Logan just had the biggest apeshit orgasm Matt's ever witnessed. His come is everywhere, all over Matt's chest and belly, and he's so fucking close that he's pretty sure even with the cock ring it's gonna be any second now.

He watches Logan and Remy kiss, tries to worm in himself by biting their ears, tonguing their cheeks. Remy's cock is warm and pulsing and he's burning in and out. "Oh, God." His voice has a warning tone to it. Oh, my God, fuck, fuck me harder. holy shit-- Logan don't pull away please God, just another second--"

His body goes to some place beyond pleasure and hangs there for what seems to be an infinity. His hips buck wildly on Remy's and his cock bulges inside Logan. Everything goes white.

This kind of pleasure should not be possible. Not without coming buckets and then passing out. But he hasn't. Cock ring or no, why the hell not?

[Remy reaches the height of orgasm during the tongue-duel with Logan. He moans loudly, planting one final, hard, deep thrust directly against Matt's prostate, spilling his load inside the psychic]


"Oh mon dieu... Matt... Logan... 'dat was magnifique.."

Damn fuckin' right..." Logan kisses Remy again, still feeling surges of pleasure.

He wants that ring off Matt's cock. He wants their new friend to come as hard as they have. He doesn't want Matt to pull out.

Luckily, the answer's built right in. SNIKT!

And the cockring is split down the middle with not a single scratch on Matt's tenders.

"Come on, babe...wanna feel you fuckin' shoot it in me!"

Logan leans forward and gives his sexy, studly, awesome fucker a deep, soul-scorching kiss, gripping his ass as he literally pulls that cock all the way in him!

Matt's eyes pop a little out of his head at the sight of the claws. Further out when they deftly sever the ring. And then Logan gives him this pull that's not even human in its strength, like he's trying to pull the orgasm right out of him, and God help Matt but he succeeds because the instant that ring is off fucking EVERYTHING in his body is shooting through the end of his cock all over Logan's insides. He's pretty sure he lost a couple of internal organs along with all that come. He's never let so much go at once.

He screams, like fucking screams like a girl, and his hands claw into Logan's back as fireworks rain through his brain. "GOD! Holy fuck fuck fuck fuck!" he cries out as he tumbles through space. His brain spills out when he hits ground and he has to scramble to recover it, panting in triple-time. "Oh my God. Oh my God, that was, oh, oh shit, you... you guys.. fuck... oh, thank you, I fucking needed that..."

He grabs Logan and kisses him hard, does the same to Remy.

Lies back and grins.

This day didn't end up so bad after all.

Remy returns the kiss, demon-eyes happy and playful]
"Remy happy to help you out mon ami"

"Me, too, babe. Yer the hottest thing t'come our way in a long time."

Logan rests on the burly chest for a moment before finding the willpower to drag himself up and off that hot body...the unstoppable badass wavering a little as he gets to his feet.

This was, without a doubt the hottest thing he has ever done. He grins at Remy, then at Matt.

"So, ya wanna hop inna shower, find Hot Psychic's threads, an' go grab a bite?"

It'd be a shame to cover up such a luscious body...but other people might not enjoy a hot naked Matt Parkman as much as Logan and Remy do.

"Shower sounds good," Matt says lazily. "Now that I'm awake and sober enough to enjoy it."

It's been a good long while since he has felt hot at all-- to be titled the hottest thing to come their way is a hell of an ego boost, to say the least.

And he's thrilled to have met Logan. Remy too, but especially Logan-- he's just pure sex appeal. Everything broad and big and muscular that Matt ever found sexy. It's funny-- he likes his girls small and his men big. And Logan is big, in more than one way.

Although Matt keeps wanting to laugh his fool head off every time Logan says "babe"...

~FIN~

Cock-Blocked

This was my first post on an InsaneJournal RP group I just joined recently. No Fandom Politix is run by an awesome guy called aceoheartscajun, and he was nice enough not only to welcome me to his free-form, pan-fandom RP group, but to help get me started with this awesome, hot thread.

In this group, I play Wolverine, and aceohearts plays Gambit.

Enjoy!

~*~
A very dishevelled, very hairy man lands unceremoniously on the floor. His blue jeans are unbuttoned and rumpled, and his black tank top is bunched up as if it were in the process of being torn off. His hair, while clearly always a mess, is even worse than usual now...and the thundercloud-like scowl on his face speaks volumes about his mood.

Two fuckin' seconds ago, I was makin' out with 'Ro in her greenhouse. There better be a damn good reason for draggin' me away from the first piece of action I' ve seen since the Cajun up an' took off.

"Whoever's out there an' thinks this is funny...pal, you better pray I don't find ya."

Catching a scent on the air, he lets out a low growl. Tonight may not be a total loss after all, if whoever's coming isn't averse to finishing a half-started job. His jeans, already tight on his body, grow a sizable bulge just beneath the still-open button on his fly.

[Gambit was merely standing there, shuffling a deck of cards... and then he saw Logan. A grin emerged.]

"Mon ami! Wonderful to see you here! Hate to be de one to tell you but you' trapped. Been doing well?" [another smirk]

"Trapped? Then I'm just fuckin' peachy, Cajun."

Getting to his feet, Logan turns to face the spicy scent and smoking hot body of his teammate.

"Though I gotta admit, it don't suck seein' a familiar face."

Whoever thought Swamp-rat had some kinda charm power might not'a been that far off.

He feels his bulge get tighter against his pants, just from being in Gambit's proximity.

"So, where's 'here?' An' more importantly...it got anywhere I can grab some private time? I was in the greenhouse with 'Ro...an' I hate leavin' a job half-finished."

[Gambit keeps shuffling, an amused smirk remains]

"Remy been told it a nexus.. seem you get people from every place, time, world... Maybe you find somet'ing new mon ami!."

"De're are rooms all over de place... make sure dey are safe though... had man-eating plants in one... Sure you will prune 'dem good!"

[He looks at Logan, he's still so handsome...]

"Cool."

He heads for one of the aforementioned doors, pulling his shirt off over his head, and turns back with a grin.

"You comin' or what?"

"Can't see why I wouldn't mon ami!" Remy replies, a smile still on that demon-eyed face.

[he follows... At least Logan made sure Remy KNEW when he wanted some manlove!]

As soon as the door closes behind him, the shirtless Logan pulls Remy in for the kiss of his life. The sweet, spicy taste of his teammate's mouth, the smell of his skin, his hair...god-DAMN, Logan missed this.

If I gotta be stuck here, there's way worse folks to be stuck here with.

The room is built for one thing and one thing only...Fucking. The bed has black leather sheets. There's a sling in the corner, lube on the dresser, and more toys than the Canadian has ever seen in his life.

"Sweet. I might never letcha leave this room."

After taking stock, Logan sits on the bed, kicking his boots off and spreading his legs.

"Come on, Cajun...strip fer me. Been too fuckin' long since I seen that sweet bod o'yers."

[Remy pretends to be shocked as he is pulled in, but he really goes for it when he hits Logan's mouth, his tongue playfully sparring]

[He glances around... room looks like Logan decorated it!]

"Would I ever try to leave 'dis place mon ami? Looks like heaven!"

[Gambit struts around, slowly dropping the coat, then the armor...]

"Yep... you de same Logan..." (he smiles)

The wild man leans back on the bed, stroking himself through his jeans as he watches his friend peel off his costume. Letting out a low growl of approval, he grins.

"You know me, Rems, I never change. An' yer gettin' me just as hot as ever..."

He thrusts his hips upward a couple times to show his point, his jeans stretched to the point of near-bursting with his hard-on.

"Unwrap yer present, boy, an' play with it however ya like."

"Remy never look a gift horse in de mouth mon ami!" [He slips his hand beneath Logan's jeans, grabbing Logan's thick shaft as he leans over, nibbling Logan's ear]

"You so hot Logan... Remy want to do horrible t'ings to you... horrible by dere tastes of course, not ours" he adds, the voice dripping in mischief.

Awww yeah, I missed that voice.

The Cajun's voice put together with his actions almost brings Logan off right there. A powerful, meaty hand goes to his Cajun friend's ass and starts working it, kneading the globes as he licks every inch of exposed flesh he can reach...neck, chest, nipples, the works.

"Goddamn, Remy...you taste as fuckin' awesome as ever. I could just throw you on this bed an' lick you all over fer hours...but first, I need this ass...an' I need that cock...whatever fucking order ya want. An' don't stop talkin', baby."

[Remy moans as the hand grabs his butt, moans come more as the licks cover his chest, neck, nipples, shoulders...]

"Logan mon cher you know jus' wha' Remy wanna hear!"

[He leans up, grabs Logan and forces a kiss..... You can't have Remy without forced romance! He's an affection-rapist!]

[He whispers into Logan's ear] "You so hot when you ride me Logan... de noises you make..." [he smirks again]

Logan snarls hotly into the kiss...like he'd ever really mind Remy forcing one...and shoves the Cajun onto the bed.

"Then chuck me the lube an' lemme getcha ready, Rems...'cause ol' Logan's feelin' like a ride tonight."

Like a jungle cat, he is suddenly over his friend's nude body, trapping Remy's legs underneath his powerful arms as he licks at the ivory shaft between them, loving the taste, loving how each stroke of his tongue gets him harder and harder.

Logan loves sex with anyone, but with Remy it's a fucking revelation.

[Remy grabs the lube from the nightstand and tosses it to Logan]

"Oh Logan... you are so good wid' 'dis..." he says with breathless moans, relishing every lick of his savage lover's tongue. His hand is running through Logan's hair, an encouraging rub.

[He slightly shivers as Logan rubs the cold lube over his shaft] "Mon dieu Logan... Remy can never get enough of you..."

"Me neither, babe."

Logan breathes on the lubricated cock for a moment while he shucks off his jeans. He's naked at last and loving the feel, the wildness, the freedom of it.

He groans aloud in anticipation as he preps his own ass, then he crawls on top of Remy and pushes back, letting out a long, sustained moan as he fills himself with his teammate's cock.

"Oh, yeaaaahhhh..."

[Remy softly, but deeply purrs as Logan sinks down onto him... he is enveloped in warmth and tightness... he has his hands around Logan's waist, his cinnamon hair is sprawled accross the pillow... that smile seems to be getting wider by the minute]

"How 'dat feel mon cher?"

"Fuckin' awesome, Rems...yer cock hits all the right places inside me, it feels so fuckin' good..."

Logan starts grinding himself up and down Remy's cock, taking what he wants and loving every second. His hirsuite body is covered in a sheen of sweat as he gets himself harder and hotter just from riding that cock. Without even touching it, his own cock grows to its full impressive size and girth, and he actually has to tug on his black-furred balls a couple of times to keep them from shooting off too soon.

He wants his turn inside you, too...

"Remy like makin you happy mon cher" he says, smiling, his hands reaching up and running accross Logan's furred chest.. "You have a sexy smile Logan..." he growls, smoothly moving his hips up and down to meet Logan's thrusts...

And yes, Remy loves to have his friend inside him, as well :)

Logan doesn't smile often, but around Remy he can...and does, letting the pleasure, comfort, and fellowship of this moment show on his face as he lets out a long, low moan of pleasure when you hit a particularly sweet spot inside him.

"Ahhh yeah, that's it...hit that spot again, baby, feels fuckin' amnazing..."

Driven beyond words by the mind-blowing fuck, Logan bends over, still riding the Cajun's cock, and latches on to one of Gambit's nipples, licking and sucking it for all he's worth.

[Remy lets out a cry of surprise... PLEASANT surprise... when his nipple is latched onto]

[He aims for that spot, over and over again, shifting to the precise angle required]

"Oh mon dieu... you so hot Logan..." [he wraps his arms around the stocky, animalistic man, massaging his back] "You know jus' wha' makes 'dis Cajun happy.." [And he's on the brink]

Feeling your closeness, the feral mutant clenches his ass and works his lips and tongue, muscles undulating and writhing in your arms as he does his level best to bring you to as earth-shattering a climax as he can.

"Go ahead, babe...shoot that fuckin' load inside me...I wanna see you get off...I wanna hear you, FEEL you get off...cum for me, Remy. Come on..."

His voice is harsh and ragged in your ear, the smell of his musk and lust evident to even human senses. He won't last long either...thankfully, he bounces back quick.

[Sharp spasms rack Remy's body, his eyes opening and closing, he breathes in Logan's musk as he powers through his climax, his hands gripping Logan's hips, holding him down on the hilt of Remy's cock]

[He gasps]

"Oh Logan... I love doing 'dat..." [and he drags Logan down for another long kiss]

Logan returns the kiss hotly, passionately, flexing his ass around Remy's softening cock. His own manhood is stiff and rigid, leaking precum in a steady stream.

"Awww, Remy, yer fuckin' amazing at this...love doin' it with ya..."

He wants to fuck himself a Cajun. But he's good at the waiting game...and Remy just shot a hell of a fine load.

[Remy looks down at Logan's substantial cock... dripping and desperate for release]
"You were always a challenge mon ami!" [The tone was playful, affectionate even]
"Jus' a minute mon cher... when I recover I'll see abou' gettin you de happy ending you need" (he smiles as he breathes in and withdraws himself)

Logan chuckles softly, and amuses himself while he waits by licking you all over, almost grooming you, the sight of you naked and the taste of your skin and sweat keeping him hard...not that his own hand isn't doing its fair share.

Goddamn, but you're fucking hot. And you know it, too, ya bastard.

[Remy responds to the treatment happily, he almost giggles as Logan licks him all over, lauging and beaming smiles of appreciation]

"Logan! Haaaha! Ohyeah! Hooo!" [its like being on a carnival ride!]

[He notices he is fully recovered through the usual means... a throbbing hardon again!]
[He sends a smoldering stare Logan's way, smirking through it] "You wanna take Remy, mon cher?" [and he KNOWS how much you want it!]

"Bet that sweet ass I do, Cajun."

Logan rolls over to lie on his back on the bed, bringing Remy up on top of him as he takes the chance to feel his sexy lover up all over. The lube is still on the bed, within easy each of Gambit's thief's fingers, and Logan grins up at him as he lays back, hands behind his head, displaying himself proudly for his lover.

"It's all primed an' ready for ya, baby. Just lube me up an' we can go to town."

[Remy straddles Logan, obviously looking forward to the future events, and quickly grabs the lube, slicking up Logan with his fast, lithe hands]

[And slowly, carefully, he lets himself sink down at a measured, gradual pace...]

[His face, it shows only evidence of rapture]

"Oh... ohhhhh [he draws out the moan, slowly, letting it drip out of his mouth]... [and finally he is at the base..] Oh Logan..." [Remy's head nuzzles Logan's neck]

"Fuck yeah, Rems...ohhh, fuck, you're so tight, so hot..."

Logan wraps his powerful, hairy arms around his lover, holding him close in a rare display of affection as he thrusts slowly upwards into that delicious, hot ass.

"You feel so good around me, Remy...I fuckin' love it."

[Remy purrs as Logan slowly withdraws and re-enters him, his eyes fluttering... and when he feels Logan's arms around him he opens them, gazing into Logan's eyes]
"Logan... Yeah you do it good... oh" [he's incoherent right now]...
[Remy manages to grind his special spot right into Logan's cock, slight cries of joy as he does]
"Remy happy you're here mon ami" [it was a growled whisper]

"Me too, Cajun. The rest o'the team's hot, but yer...special."

Remy manages to find his sweet spot, and Logan is happy to oblige him, thrusting into his lover's ass with moans and guttural growls of pleasure as he watches him ride his cock so magnificently

"Beautiful...you belong up there, babe, ridin' a cock like you were born to it"

And Remy is so close to climax now, cock throbbing and dripping]
"Oh fuck Logan... Jus' where I like it... Oh mon dieu..."

[And as he nearly approaches the apex, he instantly comes down, leaning straight to Logan's face and silencing his depraved words with a long kiss, plunging his tongue aggressively into Logan's mouth]

Logan lets out a noise halfway between a grunt and a scream around Remy's lips as his hips hunch forward, bucking himself into Remy as he smashes through the point of no return and straight into his second, screaming, shuddering climax, gouts of pent-up seed blasting from his cock into Remy's perfect ass as he kisses the Cajun like a man possessed.

[Remy climaxes a second time, a moan travelling through his tongue as he puts the last drop of pent up sexual energy into the kiss, his own cum shooting accross Logan's chest as Logan spilled inside him, he kept duelling with Logan, fighting through the kiss until the rage of both of them subsided into playful duelling]

[He broke the kiss, almost gasping for air]

"Remy like 'dat mon cher.." [The smirk could not be erased!]

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