James Logan (savagewhore) wrote in marvel_my_way, @ 2010-07-16 07:03:00 |
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Current mood: | horny |
Entry tags: | amnotananimal, bluecrawler, savagewhore |
Working it off...(Warning, adult content)
Ever since he'd staggered out of his bedroom after that day with the Cajun, something in Logan had felt...different.
Memories...fantasies?...had been flooding his mind, wrecking his concentration.
Eyes...skin...lips...hands...it had all jumbled together in a blur, but he knew the faces.
The elf. The Russkie. The Popsicle. Blue. 'Ro. Betts. Jeannie. Gumbo. Lehnsherr. Hell, even Slim?!
Damn, how did I forget alla that? More importantly, who didn't I fuck around with back home?!
It's not so much that he was a slut, although that could be applied. No, it was just that when he felt a deep connection with someone back home, they usually felt it back...and things would progress from there. Over and over again...
With all these memories surging up inside him like a porn theater on auto-shuffle, Logan feels the need to vent somewhere. Which naturally leads him to the Danger Room.
"Computer, run Logan trainin' simulator 'Charley.' Like th' letter, not th'guy."
"ACKNOWLEDGED."
A small army of robotic drones appear, faceless automatons with plasma rifles. Nothin' with a face. Last thing I need is ta be fightin' Sabes or Deadpool an' picturin' thrustin' b'tween th'legs o'someone' from back home.Talk about a mind fuck.
So Logan slices and slashes and chops, each thrust of his claws burning more energy. He doesn't quite manage to dodge every shot...halfway through the session, he feels a cold draft at his back and watches scraps of unstable molecule fabric flutter to the ground.. 'Nother shirt bites th' dust. Ah well, it's just the costume. Never liked these things anyway.
Then the force-field-equipped melee fighters step in to protect their more fragile ranged compatriots, and Logan's dodging energy swords and plasma bolts...and having the time of his life.
Nothin' like a challenge ta take yer mind off yer dick.