Suvi-Tuuli Paju (suvipaju) wrote in multi_fiction, @ 2009-02-15 06:52:00 |
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Title: I Am The Hunted
Author: Suvi-Tuuli Paju
Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Men
Summary: X-Men: Evolution slash, Wolverine-centric, WIP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: m/m, violence, semi-nonconsensual, minor, slash, yaoi
Author's Note: All slash, don't like slash, don't read, and don't flame
Logan awoke in a cold sweat. His eyes gleaming, his body tense, he could sense something outside. A strange odor penetrated into his room and into his bones, like the icy grip of winter. He looked out at the night sky, which was so clear he could see the Milky Way. He could sense that it was still very early in the morning. He turned his head around and glanced at his alarm clock. It was barely after 2:30 in the morning. He grunted and stretched his body, feeling unusually tensed up. Something was off. Very off.
His ears perked when he thought he heard a sound outside. It wasn't right under his window, but it was nearby. Too close for comfort. Something in the pit of Logan's stomach stirred. His claws involuntarily unsheathed themselves. He strained to hear the noise again, becoming increasingly annoyed at being woken up so early. He couldn't hear anything this time. 'Prob'ly just an animal,' he mumbled to himself. He eventually fell back to sleep.
Logan woke with a start as his alarm clock went off. 'God, feels like I just went to bed,' he thought to himself. He pulled himself out of bed and threw on an old teeshirt and pair of sweatpants, not even bothering to brush his hair or put on any shoes. He headed for breakfast with the students. "Gotte Logan, you look like someting da dog drug in, ja?" Kurt smiled at him. "Mmph, rough night," he mumbled, still half asleep. He reached into the fridge for a beer. 'Maybe this'll wake me up,' he thought. He wasn't particularly hungry, which was unusual for Logan. 'It's that damn feeling in the pit of my stomach,' he thought, feeling slightly flustered. Jean looked at him with concern. "Are you ok Logan? You usually eat enough for two people, and you look kinda ragged," she said, looking at his face. 'Can't lie to her, her and those damn powers, she'll search my head till she finds it,' he thought miserably. "Heard a noise outside last night, woke me up, but whatever it was left, don't worry." He looked at her, knowing that he had failed to reassure her. But she shrugged and said, "It was prob'ly an animal." But Logan had this feeling otherwise, but he still couldn't place it.
The day wore on, Logan taught class, gave lessons in the Danger Room, and soon it was growing into evening. He found his body growing tense again. 'Whatever this thing is, I've got to find it before the sun sets and it comes back,' he growled to himself. He set off into the woods, that strange scent filling his nostrils and winding its way into every place in his body. 'Damn, so familiar,' he mumbled. He searched the bushes and trees, searching for a hint, any tangible hint, of whatever was causing him to feel this way.
He was about to give up when his eyes came to rest on a bush not too far from him. A piece of tan cloth was stuck on a thorn on the bush. He walked towards it, pulling it off of the thorn. He smelled it. Feelings rushed through his body and the once loose sweatpants began to grow tighter around his groin. He growled under his breath. 'So FUCKING familiar, Dammit, what the hell is this, or who the hell is this, that's causin' me to feel this way?' The sun was just about to move beyond the horizon and Logan could feel himself becoming jittery. He, the Wolverine, was nervous. How could anything make him nervous? He was the mass of pure muscle that destroyed any enemy he came into contact with.
He turned to head out of the woods. He knew he had to get outta there. He knew that if he didn't leave, whatever, or whoever it was that was stalking around at night would come back. And he would be the first thing it saw. He had just about gotten to the clearing when the smell began to get stronger. He felt a sudden realization rip through his body. His claws came out with a metallic sound, sweat dripping from his cheeks and chest. He felt his chest tighten. "Sabretooth," he growled.
Chapter 2
Logan turned around, knowing Sabretooth was somewhere very near. He heard the familiar rustling in the woods nearby, but the increasingly dark sky was making it harder to see. He felt he should run, but he knew he couldn't let him get to the house. Sabretooth, the one he hated, or at least thought he did. His body told him differently. He heard the deep voice spread across him like melted butter. "Why so afraid, Logan? I can smell your fear," the feral man said from somewhere just out of Logan's line of vision.
"Come out of there you son of a bitch," he spat at Sabretooth. Logan was growing increasingly uncomfortable as the bulge in his pants looked as if it would rip through the material. How could he be attracted to a beast such as him? But many a deep dream was spent writhing in ecstasy as Sabretooth fucked him roughly, sometimes causing him to wake with a strangled cry. "Are you sure that's what you want, Logan?" The man's scent became stronger, causing his breathing to increase rapidly. Soon, Sabretooth stood within plain view of Logan, grinning at him, his fangs gleaming in the now moonlight. Logan growled loudly and ran at the taller man, ready to strike him with his claws. Sabretooth was ready for this and he hoisted Logan over his head and threw him on the ground. Logan slid a few feet but was back up on his feet as he prepared to charge Sabretooth again. But this time Sabretooth grabbed Logan tightly and held him at arms length from him, just safe enough that his claws didn't get him. He pressed Logan into a tree. The bigger man leaned forward and licked his lips, making Logan's groin harder. There really was no way for him to hide it either.
"You like this don't you, you sick fuck," Sabretooth grinned at him. He felt the man's massive hands loosen a bit on his frame. But just as soon, Sabretooth was ripping the clothes off of Logan. His hand grasped Logan's aching erection and Logan involuntarily jerked against his hand. He was ashamed, turning his head away from the mutant's eyes. He could feel his body grow hot. "I've wanted to fuck you for so long, Logan, and tonight I'm gonna get my way," Sabretooth breathed against Logan's neck. He nipped at Logan's neck, causing him to moan, almost like a growl. Sabretooth then bathed his neck with his tongue, all the while gripping Logan's cock.
But he was an impatient man, and soon Logan felt himself turned around. His face was pressed into the rough bark of the tree and Sabretooth jerked his hips outwards towards him. Logan gripped the tree, knowing full well that if he didn't he would be sorry. The bigger mutant writhed his tongue down Logan's back and down to that delicious hole that he would soon be filling. He stood up then, spitting into his hands and wetting his monstrous dick with it. He was at least 11 inches long, and very wide, but he would fill Logan to the hilt. With one cruel thrust he was inside Logan. Logan screamed, the pain ripping through his body, but it was soon replaced with an intense pleasure that was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Sabretooth moved against that sweet spot, fucking him so hard that anyone nearby could have heard it as he came together with Logan's tight little ass. Sabretooth threw his head into the air, getting into the maniacal rhythm more and more. Logan was writhing and squirming underneath Sabretooth's mighty frame. Logan thrust his hips up to meet the ferocity what the larger man was giving him. Soon they were both lost in the feeling. As Sabretooth neared orgasm, his thrusting became erratic and even harder, making Logan scream again and again. Logan lowered his head and ground his teeth together as he both growled and moaned at the same time. He felt a mass of warm cum fill him up inside. Logan soon came, the numbing feeling washing over him, him shooting his sticky cum onto the tree. The feral man gripped his claws into Logan's hips, picking him up off the ground as he grinded his hips into his, letting loose the last of his orgasm. He soon slid out of Logan and Logan collapsed to the ground, the cum running down his legs. "Expect to hear from me again soon," Sabretooth said from above him, pulling up his pants. Logan put what tattered remains of his pants he could find on. He headed back towards the house, not feeling nervous, but satiated and looking forward to more encounters. He walked inside, most everyone asleep, except Kurt, who sat on the edge of the sofa. "Whatsa matter elf boy, can't sleep?" Kurt looked at him, half surprised, half amused at the way Logan looked. "No, could sleep because of all the noise coming from the woods, ja" he mused. "You wouldn't happen to know anything 'bout that would you?" Kurt, the little devil, he knew exactly what was going on. "Watch it kid," Logan growled. "And if you say a fucking word, I'll do the same to you that he did to me." Kurt just laughed. "Ja, is that a promise?"
Chapter 3
Logan huffed out of the room, miffed at the blue boy's brazen come on to him. He had always had a soft spot for the kid, but.....he shook the thought from his head. He walked towards his room, vaguely aware of the shadow that followed him. Kurt always was good at blending into the shadows. He arrived at his door, pausing to look around. "Mmph, coulda sworn I heard someone," he said, claws ready to be unsheathed. He unlocked his door, shutting it quickly behind him, but not quick enough. The shadow had enough time to memorize his bed.
He began to shed his tattered clothes, tossing them into the garbage. He looked at them, slightly annoyed that they were ruined. He was completely naked now, standing at the foot of his bed. He picked up a slightly used pair of boxers and slid them on. He turned around to grab a beer when he heard a plop on his bed, and smelled something that could only be described as sulfuric. He turned around, ready to pounce, when he saw Kurt laying on top of his covers. He looked at Kurt as if he was completely nuts. 'The kid's flipped his lid,' he thought angrily. Kurt only smiled, his muscular tail brushing against his thigh. His fangs gleamed in the darkened room. "Are you off your rocker, kid?" Logan looked at him with a mixture of curiosity and anger. He had always wondered what that fur would feel like underneath his....'Arrgh, stop it!' He thought to himself. Kurt jumped up suddenly and pinned Logan to the wall, but only because he scared the living shit out of him. Logan's claws unsheathed, but he didn't move.
Kurt licked his lips hungrily, his white fangs teasing Logan's senses. He then forcefully grabbed the blue elf and backed him into a corner. There was a slight fear in his eyes, mixed with an ever-growing lust. His claws still unsheathed, he used one to lift Kurt's face towards his. He looked into his yellow eyes, wondering himself why he had never noticed how bright they were. Kurt smirked at the obvious conflicting emotions on Logan's face. Logan growled, his heightened senses picking up Kurt's arousal. He glared down at him, ready to fucking kill him for what he was doing to him. But instead, he crushed Kurt's mouth with his own, tasting his hot mouth. He plunged his tongue into Kurt's mouth, taking in how surprisingly good he tasted. Kurt kissed back with a ferocity that startled Logan. He bit Logan's bottom lip, drawing blood. Logan dug his hands into Kurt's mass of indigo hair. Kurt licked away the blood, that soft tongue just barely brushing Logan's already swollen lips. He came to grips with how much he had always desired Kurt, always denying to himself how much he wanted to pin that furry blue elf to the ground and just.....his thoughts were torn away from that as Kurt's fingers found the bulge in Logan's thin boxers.
Logan growled fiercely and pulled Kurt away from the wall and pushing him against the bed. With one good slash he ripped his clothes off of him, adding them to the pile in his garbage can. Kurt gasped at the strength in those rippling muscles as Logan had torn the clothes from him. Logan quickly shed his own boxers, kicking them to the side. The sight of his massive, hard dick made Kurt squirm on the bed. 'He's big, ja,' he thought to himself, imagining how he would feel inside of him, deep inside of him. Logan flipped Kurt over, pushing him onto his stomach. His large hands roamed Kurt's muscular back, stopping at his tail. He grasped the tail, making Kurt moan underneath him. He pulled at it slightly, but hard enough to make Kurt take in a breath. Kurt found himself biting his lower lip as the feelings Logan elicited made it hard for him to stand it.
Logan pulled Kurt's hips near him by his tail, making Kurt wince. Logan traced his slick tongue down the fur on Kurt's back, all the way to his tail. Logan lifted the tail out of the way and slid his tongue over that aching hole of Kurt's, causing Kurt to emit his own growl. His tongue danced over and around it, penetrating ever so slightly, then back out again, driving Kurt, and himself, crazy with desire. He dragged his nails harshly over Kurt's perfectly tight ass while giving it one last, good lick. He gave in to his desire for Kurt.
He held Kurt in place while coming around front and sitting on the bed. He pushed Kurt's head towards his aching member and Kurt flicked his tongue lightly against the head, already dripping with pre-cum. He then worked his tongue down the shaft, stopping to suck his balls. Only then did he work his way back up and take the head of Logan's dick into his mouth. He then took in Logan all the way to the hilt, making Logan moan loudly. He was surprised that Kurt was able to actually take him all in. Most couldn't. He thrust himself into Kurt as Kurt sucked as hard as he could. Logan could feel it coming, but he didn't want to cum this way. He pulled himself out of Kurt's hot, wet mouth and went around back of him again. Kurt licked his lips, still tasting Logan on them.
Logan's member was already dripping wet with Kurt's own spit, so he positioned himself at Kurt's waiting opening. With one hard thrust he was inside. Kurt screamed as Logan pushed into him fully, burying himself within those hot depths. Logan pumped himself against him hard and fast as Kurt massaged his own throbbing member. He dove into him again and again, feeling the slick wetness of Kurt. He purposely pushed into that spot he knew would make Kurt scream again. But not from pain. He gritted his teeth. He leaned forward and traced the outline of Kurt's pointed ears. Kurt cried out as he could feel himself getting ready to cum. Logan thrashed him hard, slamming Kurt into the bed. He threw his head back and roared as he felt himself give way. His claws shot out and he buried them in the bed beside Kurt. Kurt gripped his own member tightly, a thick, white cum pouring out of it and onto Logan's covers and Kurt's hand. Kurt collapsed on the bed and Logan on top of him, nearly crushing the mutant. Logan rolled off and next to Kurt.
Kurt gave him a devilish smile and leaned forward and kissed Logan again. Logan kissed him back, enjoying his own scent and taste on Kurt's mouth. Then in a puff Kurt was back in his own room. Logan laughed to himself. 'That little shit,' he thought. 'I'll get him again,' he thought to himself lustfully. He then rolled onto his pillows and fell asleep.
Chapter 4
Sorry for the short chapter, will continue in just a little bit.....
Hank looked up from his work at the tired looking form of Logan in his doorway. Hank was concerned for his friend. Logan slumped against the door, looking down at the floor. "Hank, somethin's wrong...." Logan started. Hank stood up, his massive form coming nearer to Logan. He stood over Logan, looking at him with something Logan couldn't quite place as he looked up into his eyes. "Lately, I just haven't been feelin' myself....I don't usually go for guys, but in the past two days I've found myself with two of them," he said, his eye contact straying to the far wall. "I don't know what to say Logan," Hank said, looking down at his friend. "May I ask who they were?" "Uhhh, I would tell ya, but ya gotta promise not to go tellin' it to anyone, could get me in a world of trouble," Logan said. "They were X-Men weren't they," Hank said. "Well, one was," Logan said, looking up again at Hank. "One was, hmm, who was the other, may I inquire," Hank asked, very interested in who Logan was screwing. "The other was an enemy, but God ya can't tell anyone, I'd never hear the end of it, but I feel attracted to him too, his power, his looks, his, uh, prowess," he said, stumbling over the last word. "It's alright, you don't have to tell me their names if you don't feel comfortable Logan," Hank said, placing a gigantic hand on Logan's shoulder. Logan jumped at the touch, cursing himself silently for letting himself come across as so vulnerable. Hank took the opportunity to pin Logan to the wall. Logan's claws came out with a sheen. "Look, bub, I don't know what you're..." His words were muffled as Beast crushed his mouth with his own. Beast finally withdrew, looking lustfully at Logan. "You know, ever since I transformed into this form, I've not had much luck with love," Beast started. Logan looked up at the mammoth form pinning him to the wall. He retracted his claws. "You've got a strange way of showing you love someone," Logan said, looking somewhat confused. "I always knew you went both ways, Logan" he growled into his ear. He dragged his lips along the crook of Logan's neck, smelling his distinctive musk. Logan relaxed a bit under his weight, slowly giving in to his feelings for Hank. He had always liked Hank, but he always denied those feelings that would creep into his thoughts late at night, making him squirm on the bed, that massive form taking him forcefully from behind, so rough. Something deep inside Logan stirred, and a low growl was emitted from his throat. Hank looked at Logan, but instead of seeing contempt, he saw a raging desire that had been held back for a very long time.
Chapter 5
Ok, back from vacation, have to finish my chapter :) Sorry for da corny chapter title, but I thought it was funny....
Logan looked at Hank, slowly letting that long-hidden desire surface. He was sure that by this point, he wouldn't be able to hold it back anymore anyway, what with the big man so deliciously close to him....oooh those lips....Logan tilted his neck, giving Hank better access to the surprisingly soft flesh there, which was occasionally stubbled. He trailed his tongue along Logan's jaw line, up his chin, to his slightly parted lips, tracing their outline softly, teasingly. Logan reached his hand up and rubbed it along Beast's massive chest, taking in every muscle and every curve. Hank began to kiss Logan, softly at first, then more hungrily, causing the smaller man to moan into Hank's mouth. Shivers went down Logan's back as Hank reached around and began squeezing that tight, firm ass of his. Logan growled deeply as Hank bit at his bottom lip, not too hard, but enough to cause a delicious sensation of pain mixed with pleasure through Logan's body. Logan's cock was raging hard now, bulging so hard against his jeans that he thought they would burst. Beast moved his mouth back down to Logan's neck, biting at the sensitive flesh there, while running one hand over his ass and the other playing with his pants line. Logan took the hint and began to undo his belt and unbutton his jeans. Hank slid them down his legs, slowly, letting them rub over the increasingly sensitive flesh. Soon the shirt followed, leaving Logan's bare chest open to the chill air of Hank's room. "Mmm, God," Logan mumbled as Hank lowered his head to take in his hardened nipples, biting them sharply, then sliding his hot tongue over them, making Logan moan even louder. Hank's own huge bulge was teasingly close to Logan and Logan reached out towards Hank's pants, tugging on them slightly, not having the words to say what he really wanted. Hank grinned, sliding his own pants off, then his shirt, and left only his lab coat on. He was monstrously thick and long, and Logan ached for him to be inside of him. "Go and lean over the examining table," Hank ordered him. Logan's own dick was so hard by now that he felt like he could cum right then and there. Hank roughly pushed Logan down further over the examining table, pinning his outstretched arms above him with his own hands. "Is this what you want Logan, to have me fucking you?" Logan managed to growl out "Yes." Beast leaned forward and slid his tongue up the entire length of Logan's back, making Logan throw his head back. Hank let go of Logan's hands but Logan didn't move them. Hank spit into his hand and lubed up that enormous cock of his. He positioned it at Logan's entrance. Logan's breathing was coming in small, shallow breaths now. With one cruel thrust he entered Logan fully, filling him up entirely. Logan screamed, digging his nails into the cold metal of the table. He almost shot his load right then, but he knew he had to hold it. "FUCK!" Logan screamed. Hank positioned his large hands around Logan's waist and began to thrust inside of him. He found that delicious spot, making Logan moan again and again. He pounded him, over and over, he thrust in to the hilt. Logan's sweat was making his body move on the table with each thrust from Hank. "You like that don't you Wolverine," Hank said against his ear. The use of that name made Logan impossibly harder. Logan was now matching Hank's thrusts with his own. "Unnn, yeah..." Logan gritted his teeth as he could feel it starting to tense up. Beast smashed into Logan harder and harder until Logan couldn't hold it back anymore and he shot his load onto the floor. Hank thrust into him again and again, grinding his massive, furry hips into Logan, finally coming in him, spilling so much seed that it leaked all the way down Logan's legs. He slowly withdrew from Logan, turning him around and kissing him on the lips. "I hope we can do this again," Beast said against his mouth. "You know, I think you're overdue for a checkup Logan," he said, looking into Logan's eyes. Logan smiled. "You betcha Hank," Logan said. They both cleaned themselves up and Logan left to get a beer. He walked outside and again smelled a familiar scent. He was close. Very close. But this time he wouldn't get just Logan when Kurt comes to try and help Logan.
Chapter 6
Logan sniffed the air inquisitively, smelling the distinctive musky scent that Sabertooth gave off. 'Persistent bastard' he thought to himself, even as he felt his lust beginning to rise with every step he took towards him. By the time he heard the trees rustle it was too late and he was being toppled over by Sabertooth's hulking form. Logan snarled, unsheathing his claws and pushing Sabertooth off of his back. They were awfully close to the Institute, he didn't want any of the students becoming involved with this. Sabertooth was very powerful and could easily hurt one of them. "How the fuck do you keep getting in here Victor," he growled, knowing he'd have to update their security systems, if not for Victor than for anyone else who might try to get in. Sabertooth didn't say anything, he just lunged for Logan, grabbing him around the neck and proceeding to drag him to the ground. Logan slashed into Victor's side, causing the mutant to hiss and punch him in the face, knocking him sideways, but Logan's healing factor's always kicked in before any real damage could be done.
Kurt was in his room playing around on his computer when he heard the fight come closer to his window. He stood up and looked outside, only to find Logan and Sabertooth fighting it out on the ground. "Shit!" He said. "I've got to help him!" In his civvies, but not holographically morphed into a human, he poofed outside, kicking Sabertooth in the back, knocking him into Logan. "Kurt, stay outta this kid!" Logan told him. He poofed in back of Logan, kicking Sabertooth off of him and then poofing behind him before he could grab a hold of Kurt. Logan gave Kurt a look that told him he'd be sorry for messing with Sabertooth, but Kurt paid it no mind. Soon Sabertooth turned around and grabbed a hold of Kurt's foot and swung him into the wall of the Institute, knocking him out. "Don't you fucking touch him!" Logan said to Victor, who was already standing up to go over to the unconscious Kurt. Logan stood up in front of him and Sabertooth looked at him with a feral desire that was almost too much for Logan to bear. Logan took in an almost inaudible breath, at the same time wanting to protect Kurt and yet wanting to fuck the shit out of Victor. Victor pounced on Logan again, this time digging his claws into Logan's shoulders as he pressed him to the ground. He crushed Logan's mouth with his own, tasting an unfamiliar flavor, not knowing that it was Beast. He bit at Logan's lower lip, drawing blood, which soon healed, making Logan moan and writhe underneath Victor. Any thoughts Logan had were gone as Sabertooth ripped his clothes off of him, searing his chest with his hot tongue. Logan wrapped his arms around Victor's head, bringing it closer to his skin. Victor growled deeply, his erection poking into Logan's thigh.
About this time Kurt started to come out of it, his bleary gaze focusing on the two forms in front of him. He stood up and began to walk over to the two of them. His sudden realization of what was really going on made him moan loud enough that Sabertooth got up off of Logan and lunged toward the unsuspecting Kurt. Logan moaned an annoyed reply at having Victor so suddenly leave him. He stood up, completely naked and his massive cock standing straight up. Victor pressed his mouth onto Kurt's as Kurt tried to push him away, eventually giving in to the delicious sensations Victor was creating in his body. Kurt began to return the crushing kiss as Victor's tongue slid against his slightly parted lips. Victor thrust his tongue inside the warm, wet mouth, sliding his tongue against Kurt's, in and out, mimicking what he was going to do to him. Kurt wrapped one hand around Sabertooth's head, the other exploring the massive chest pressed up against him. Victor took the hint and removed his own clothes, soon following suit and removing Kurt's clothes. Victor's massive cock pushed into Kurt's abdomen, filling his own groin with a fierce need. Logan walked over to them and kneeled behind Victor. He began to slide his hands up Victor's enormous thighs, trailing his tongue over his firm ass. He licked his fingers and placed them at Victor's opening. Victor growled against Kurt's mouth, removing it so that he could glance behind him. He licked his lips and turned back to Kurt, whose yellow eyes burned into his own. He buried his face in Kurt's furry blue neck, nipping at the skin there, then lapping at it with his tongue. Kurt moaned and turned his head to the side, baring his neck to Victor. Victor moved down to his collarbone, nipping and lapping at the delicious furry skin there. Logan thrust his fingers into Sabertooth's firm opening, finding his delicious spot and thrust them against it again and again, making Victor grit his teeth and lower his head. If he continued that way he would cum too soon.
But Logan stopped eventually and stood up. He lubed up his own cock with Victor's juices. Victor likewise spit into the palm of his hand, rubbing it up and down against his rigid shaft. He roughly spun Kurt around and pulled his furry blue ass out towards his raging hard dick. Kurt braced his hands against the wall. Victor thrust into him in one fluid movement. But Victor was much bigger than anyone Kurt had ever had before, which made Kurt scream and thrust his head back. After the initial pain subsided a bit, even though with Victor, it never truly went away, Victor began thrusting into Kurt viciously, making the boy bite his lip and choke back another scream, but this time not from pain. Logan grabbed a hold of Sabertooth's hips, forcing him to stop for a moment as he rammed his own mammoth dick inside of Victor. Victor growled loudly as he stretched to fit Logan's big cock. He soon began ramming Kurt again, making the boy moan hoarsely. Logan fucked Victor hard and fast, each time brushing against that spot, making Victor buck against Kurt, who in turn thrust his ass towards Victor. Victor ground his hips into Kurt's ass as he pumped into him. Logan leaned forward as he thrust inside Sabertooth and bit at the skin on Victor's back. He unsheathed his claws, slowly dragging them over Victor's skin, light enough not to draw blood, but hard enough to be painful, but Victor got off on pain. Victor curled a massive arm around Kurt's waist as he pumped inside him, becoming increasingly erratic and hard. Soon he felt Kurt's warm cum shoot onto his arm, dripping down his wrist. As Logan dragged his claws over Victor's chest and just lightly over his erect nipples, he felt himself give way and he unloaded his cum into Kurt's ass, but it was so much that it leaked out of it and all the way down Kurt's thighs, coating them in white. Logan soon came to, gritting his teeth as he cruelly thrust into Sabertooth's ass, grinding his hips again and again as he shot his own load into Victor's ass. He lowered his head and leaned forward to lick a bead of sweat off of Victor's back.
Victor removed himself from Kurt and Kurt collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted. He picked up his clothes, not even putting them back on and turned around and smiled slyly at Victor, then poofed back into his room to clean himself up. Logan removed his cock from Victor's ass and Victor turned around to face him. He pulled Logan close and kissed him again and smiled lustfully, saying "This ain't the end Logan." He picked up his own clothes, putting back on just his pants and heading back into the woods. Logan turned to watch him go, realizing that his own clothes had been torn to shreds. Kurt looked back outside and saw Logan looking at what was left of his clothes. He poofed back outside and grabbed Logan's arm, poofing him back into his room. "Uh, thanks kid," Logan said. He looked at the blue form in front of him, thighs coated in Victor's cum, fur disheveled, and his desire began to grow again. Maybe he wouldn't leave Kurt's room so soon....
More soon!
Chapter 7
Kurt looked at Logan, who in turn looked at him. He really wanted to get the cum off of his fur before it dried and his fur stuck that way. But the look in Logan's eyes was making him feel otherwise. Just the sight of the blue furball covered in Creed's cum made Logan even hornier than he had been when he was fucking Victor. His cock stood straight out and Kurt could see it pulsing. And the thought of a nice, warm shower made his thoughts all the more pleasing. "How 'bout a shower, Elf," Logan said, stepping closer to Kurt. "Ja, you read my mind." He stepped close to Logan and Logan roughly grabbed a hold of his shoulders and in a second they were in the bathroom. "Get the water started Furball," Logan demanded, his cock almost impossibly harder than it had been in Kurt's room. When the water was so hot it was almost too hot they stepped into the shower together. The hot water ran down Kurt's fur, washing some of the cum off of him. Logan couldn't help but think how incredible Kurt looked when he was all hot and wet. He reached his hands around Kurt's waist, feeling the soft, soaked fur on his abdomen. He had to control himself from crushing Kurt and fucking the shit out of him right then. Kurt moaned almost inaudibly and leaned back into Logan's hard body. The water poured over Logan's body, and that paired with having Kurt's deliciously soft fur against him was incredibly hot. He leaned down and nipped into Kurt's neck, making him writhe against him and let out an almost strangled moan. Kurt had almost had enough of this teasing when Logan stopped and turned him around roughly. He brought Kurt into a crushing kiss, searing his moist lips with his own. He bit at Kurt's lower lip, drawing a little blood, and then licking it away. Their tongues played against one another, Logan's winning dominance every time. He ran his tongue over Kurt's sharp fangs hard enough to draw blood from his tongue, which healed fast. Kurt moaned against his mouth, pushing his body into Logan's. His erection was poking into Logan's abdomen and likewise, Logan's was pushing into his abdomen. He remembered how Logan's huge cock had felt inside him, making him squirm and writhe underneath his great power, making him cum like no other time he could remember. But this time he wanted to return the favor. Kurt decided to take the lead this time, biting at Logan's lower lip, nipping at his tongue, issuing a low growl from Logan. Logan's eyes had gone very dark with a desire so extreme that it almost frightened Kurt. Almost. With a sudden burst of force, Kurt had Logan by the shoulders and pushed him face-first into the back shower wall. Logan was so surprised by this maneuver that he didn't even react at first. Kurt took Logan's arms and brought them behind him, wrapping his tail around them so Logan couldn't use them. Logan didn't know Kurt could be this strong. In any case, Kurt was going to get fucked extra hard after this was over, Logan thought with a malicious grin that Kurt couldn't see. Kurt positioned Logan's ass so that it was sticking outward toward Kurt's hips. He wrapped one arm around Logan's waist and the other around Logan's massive cock. His dick was already wet enough so he positioned himself at Logan's entrance, which was just begging for Kurt to be inside it. Logan made a feral growl as Kurt started pumping his cock and Logan thrust his ass outward to try and get Kurt inside it. 'I'll be damned if that fucker's tail ain't stronger than I thought it was,' Logan thought to himself as he tried to move his hands, only to have Kurt's tail clamp around his wrists even tighter, almost painfully tight. Kurt liked having this power over Logan. He leaned forward and bit into Logan's neck forcefully, puncturing Logan, but Logan's healing factors soon came into play, making Kurt bite him again, but harder this time. "Ahhh!" Logan moaned, the momentary pain washed over by a boiling heat in his cock, which was being worked over by Kurt's large hand. Kurt liked Logan's response. Logan was really starting to enjoy this too. He never thought he'd enjoy anyone but Sabertooth dominating him. Kurt flashed a wicked smile and took his free hand and wrapped it in Logan's hair, wrenching his head back. He turned Logan's head so that it was turning towards him. He kissed Logan viciously, nipping, biting, and sucking on Logan's lips and tongue. Logan's dick was oozing precum by now and Kurt hadn't even entered him, although the manual stimulation was a big help. He then turned Logan's head back around and pushed him into the wall. Logan licked his lips, tasting Kurt on them, which made him so hard that he thought he might explode. Kurt then thrust his cock inside of Logan with one fluid motion, making Logan scream from the pain/pleasure it brought him. Kurt was a lot bigger than he remembered. Kurt started to pound him, throwing his head back and grinding his teeth. He jerked Logan off, starting from base to head and back again, the hot water making his dick nice and slick. Logan squeezed his muscles against Kurt's dick and thrust himself towards Kurt, matching him in his pace and rhythm. Every time he hit that sweet spot, nearly making Logan go out of his mind. "You like dat, ja, Wolverine, cum for me, come on, you know you like my cock in your ass," Kurt whispered against Logan's ear. Those words coming from Kurt Wagner's mouth were indescribably erotic to Logan, even though he didn't often like being the subordinate. "Tell me you want more Logan," Kurt said while pounding Logan and grinding his furry hips into Logan's ass, "you like dis don't you." Logan moaned a reply. But that wasn't enough to satisfy Kurt. He bit harshly into Logan's shoulder, sinking his fangs into Logan's flesh, which healed but still caused Logan pain. "Fuck yes I like this, God Kurt," Logan managed to say. Kurt ran his tongue alone the center of Logan's back. His hand was going impossibly slow, torturingly slow, teasing him. "Logan, I'm going to cum in your ass," Kurt said to him as he rammed himself deep inside of Logan. Logan felt himself giving way to the feelings rushing through his body, his claws slinking out as the climax overtook his body, making him grind his teeth together and let out a feral roar as his cum shot all the way up the shower wall. Kurt was not far behind, he ground his hips into Logan's ass a few more times as his liquid spilled into Logan's ass, some spilling out of it. He collapsed against Logan's back, withdrawing only after he could catch his breath. The whole bathroom smelled like sex. Logan and Kurt cleaned themselves up, together, and then dried themselves off. "You know I'm gonna give it to you real good next time because of this Elf," Logan said half-mockingly, but the other half dead serious as he looked at Kurt with a decidedly sadistic grin on his face. Kurt just laughed and in a flash they were back in his room. Logan borrowed a pair of way-too-tight sweats from Kurt and was off to his room to find a better fitting pair of pants.
Next I think I need to do something with our favorite Russian.....
Chapter 8
Logan changed into a pair of bigger pants and threw on an old teeshirt. He was tired from his romp with Kurt and Sabertooth earlier and decided to just go to bed. He plopped down on his bed and closed his eyes, thoughts of Kurt and Victor sweeping his thoughts as he gradually drifted off to sleep. He didn't know how long he'd been asleep before he awoke, only to find it dark outside, the mansion silent. "Damn, musta been asleep a while," he mumbled sleepily to himself. He laid there for a bit longer, trying to fall back asleep unsuccessfully. He grumbled, turning over in his bed to read his alarm clock. "3:14am," he said drearily, not wanting to be awake so early in the morning. But he was already fully awake and couldn't bring himself back to sleep so he got up out of bed and put on a pair of old sneakers, deciding, against his gut instincts, to head out for a walk instead. He always did enjoy the cool night air and being alone.
He opened the mansion door and let the cool breeze wrap around his body like a glove. He didn't smell anybody out there, but somewhere in the back of his mind he kept sensing that he was not alone. He kept his guard up as he started out around the perimeter of the property. The moon shone brightly down upon the ground, illuminating it enough that there was no need to bring extra lighting. He strode along, enjoying the way the air felt against his skin.
Nearby Magneto was briefing Colossus on how to take Logan out. If he could get Logan, it would be a lot easier to take the rest of them. Since Sabertooth had failed this time, he thought he'd try out one of his strongest men, Piotr Rasputin, or also known as Colossus, whose body could transform into pure metal, making him a hard target even for Wolverine. Piotr was enclosed in the metal ball and Magneto sent him off towards the mansion. The ball came to rest somewhere in the denser part of the properties wooded areas, making it easier to hide. The ball opened and Piotr stepped out, not yet covering himself in metal. He looked around, becoming aware of his surroundings.
Logan's other senses increasingly rang warning bells in his head, making him sure that he was definitely not alone. He looked towards the trees, sniffing. The breeze blew past his face and he caught a whiff of someone he was not too familiar with, although not altogether unpleasant at all. He still couldn't place who this was. A glimpse of metal shining in the moonlight caught his eye but he was too far away to really tell what it was. Wasn't a person, too big. He started towards the woods, drawing himself ever nearer to the gleaming metal. As soon as he broke into the slight clearing, he realized just what it was. It was one of Magneto's metal orbs that he keeps his Acolytes in. He unsheathed his claws and looked around, sniffing the air, knowing that whoever he sent was nearby. He heard the trees shift and twigs snap as he spun towards his left in time to see the now fully metal Colossus gleaming in the moonlight like some sort of Greek god.
"Holy fuck," Logan spat out, remembering Colossus from a few of the battles they had fought in in the past. He was taller than Logan by at least a foot or more and even though Logan was extremely built, Piotr had him beat. He vaguely wondered what the hell he wanted from him while at the same time preparing to fight the monstrous metal man. Piotr came toward him with fluidlike motion, his massive thighs bulging out with sleek metal covered muscle and his crotch, even soft, was so huge that Piotr could never hide it even if he tried. Or was he soft....Logan's head swam with a million different thoughts as he prepared to jump the man and try to slice him open. As Piotr neared, Logan sprang from where he stood and jumped on the taller man, surprising him and he staggered back a few feet as Logan's claws bit into his neck. He then grabbed Logan by the waist and threw him off of him, Logan landing with a thud on the ground. He had at least made a few sore cuts on the man. Piotr touched his neck and saw blood coming from it. Not a lot of blood, but enough that it would leave him hurting for a few days. He glared at Logan who was preparing to jump him again, so he rammed Logan against a tree. "Not fair Comrade," he spat out in a thick Russian accent. "Just what the fuck do you want Commie," Logan said to him, seething. "I just completing a mission from the Boss, da," he said, glaring down at Logan, his eyes glowing white.
Logan unsheathed his claws again and got the Russian off guard as he bit into his side, harder than the first time, but still not doing the damage he'd like because of the man's metal skin. Piotr growled and pinned Logan's arms to his side, a sadistic grin coming across his face. "So you want to play dirty Comrade, I think I can accommodate you," he said, laughing slightly at the look of horror that overtook Logan's face. Logan could have probably taken a few good swipes at him then but he really didn't want to know exactly what 'playing dirty' really meant. But he was going to find out anyway.
Piotr quickly and deftly took to taking Logan's clothes off, even though Logan did put up a good struggle, which made it that much more exciting for Piotr. Against his own intuition, as Piotr took Logan's pants off, Logan attempted another strike at Colossus, where he gouged at his arm, but his contact was broken off when Piotr wrenched his arm to his side, making Logan grunt in pain. Logan sure wished he had worn underwear under his sweats, but that was unlike the Wolverine. He didn't like underwear. Too damned binding. Piotr's smile became even more sadistic and scary as he knelt in front of Logan. Logan, against his own will and judgment, had began to grow hard as the bigger man abused him and tore off his clothes. He always had liked it rough, he thought to himself, trying to fight the growing desire he felt in his groin. Piotr took great notice of the struggle in the man's face, knowing what he was doing to him, and he took Logan's throbbing cock into his mouth, sucking just the head at first, and then slowly swallowing every inch of him, all 12 inches of his big, thick meat. Logan turned his head to one side, trying not to let the Russian see the lust and rage pent up inside him. But he bucked his hips against Piotr's mouth as he felt the smooth interior of Piotr's mouth enclose itself on his shaft. A strangled moan/growl escaped him as the larger man's hand reached up to cup Logan's balls. Logan could feel himself not far from coming in Piotr's mouth, but Piotr would have none of that. He let go of Logan's dick with a resounding pop, Logan's precum and Piotr's saliva dripping from his shaft.
Piotr stood up and grinned again, his white eyes glowing even more as his face closed the gap between them. He crushed Logan's mouth with his own and Logan began to give in to his ministrations. He parted his mouth and Piotr pushed his tongue inside it, feeling the warmth of Logan's mouth, tasting the mix of beer, cigars, and someone else inside him. Piotr ended the kiss and shed his own clothes, letting his inhumanly mammoth cock spring free from its enclosure. Again, Piotr had Logan beat in length and girth. He then forced Logan onto his knees and grabbed Logan by his spiky hair and thrust his dick towards him. He had always wanted to fuck Logan, ever since the first time he had seen him during one of the battles between the X-Men and Magneto and his men. Logan took in most of Piotr, but Piotr was not satisfied and he thrust the rest of his engorged organ down Logan's throat, almost making Logan gag, but he held on. He sucked up and down his entire length like a popsicle, leaving the metallic surface gleaming and wet.
Piotr didn't want to cum like this so he wrenched Logan up and spun him around roughly so that he was facing the tree. He ran his hands up Logan's chest, pinching hard at Logan's erect nipples, making Logan moan in pain and ecstasy. His hands grasped his waist then, digging his metallic fingers into Logan's flesh as he pulled his hips outward. He pushed it up against Logan's ass and Logan knew what was coming, but he knew he wanted it bad. Really bad. Piotr again sank his finger's into Logan's sensitive flesh. He took one hand and placed his dick at Logan's opening, which was already a bit loose because of his earlier encounters with Sabertooth and Nightcrawler. After he positioned himself he wrapped his hand around Logan's waist again, digging his fingers cruelly into him. With one mammoth thrust he plunged himself to the hilt inside Logan, making Logan scream, his claws coming out of their own accord, then slowly sliding back in. Piotr began thrusting mercilessly into Logan, much rougher than even Sabertooth, but bumping each time against Logan's sweet spot, making Logan nearly collapse each time he hit it. Logan grasped the tree hard as Piotr rammed himself into him, the sound reverberating through the woods, the sound of his cock plunging in and out of Logan's ass and the sound his hips made when they hit Logan as he fucked him mercilessly, cruelly. Logan bit his lip as he could feel himself nearing climax. Piotr was not much longer to cum either. Piotr now withdrew himself to the head and then plunged back into Logan fiercely, over and over, and Logan could feel his body tense and begin to shake as an orgasm so violent ripped through his body that he almost passed out. He roared loudly as his cum hit the tree and snaked down it like a river. Colossus then hit Logan hard with his hips and ground them hard into Logan making another orgasm rip through his body, which he never thought possible. Piotr filled the air with curses and pleas in Russian and English as he filled him with his white, hot cum as it leaked out of his ass and down his legs and onto the ground. Piotr then withdrew himself when he regained his composure and turned Logan around. Logan was in no mood to fight him now.
Piotr smiled sadistically at him again as he put his clothes back on and returned to his human form. All Logan could do was stare in awe at how incredibly gorgeous Piotr was when he was in human form. He sank to the ground as his breathing returned to normal and he put his pants, or what was left of them, back on, and his shirt, which was ripped up the sides, back on. Piotr gleamed at him and said, "Dis will not be the last of our 'encounters' Comrade." "Fuck you bub," Logan managed to say, but at the same time hoping it wouldn't be the last encounter. Piotr just smiled and headed back for the metal orb and got inside it and it shut and in a second was in the air and going back to wherever Magneto was waiting.
"How did you do Colossus," Magneto asked him, taking a good look at his sweaty form coming out of the orb. "I did not kill him, but he will not be walking good for a while, da," Piotr said, grinning at Magneto, who didn't quite get what he was talking about, and so took it literally. "Good, I will send you again soon along with Gambit and maybe the two of you can do some more damage." "Da, I would enjoy that Comrade," the large Russian said, adjusting to the uncomfortably large bulge that was growing in his pants again.
Logan stood up, his ass sore, and headed back for the mansion. Screw the walk, he needed to rest again after that. And he'd need to rest some more after what was going to happen to him in the next few days....
Chapter 9
Logan certainly needed sleep after that night. He was worn out. Magneto must want him pretty bad to be sending all these people to try and get him. 'I wonder what he's plannin', Logan thought to himself. He was tired and his ass was still healing from the action he'd been seeing in the last few days. He strode back into the mansion, which was silent because it was still pretty early to be up. It wasn't even 5:30 yet. He came to his room and opened the door and took what remained of his clothes off and trashed them. He fell into the bed naked and was fast asleep before he even had time to think.
When he awoke, he felt a lot better. The sleep had given his body the proper time to heal itself fully and he wasn't tired anymore. It was a little after noon and he didn't have anything scheduled with the students until 2, so he threw on some clothes and went to the shower because he hadn't felt like it last night. He smelled like sweat, woods, sex, and Piotr. His hair was a complete mess, even more unruly than it usually is. He turned the shower as hot as he could stand it and just stood in there for a few minutes, remembering how Kurt had fucked him there the other night. He smirked to himself, letting the hot water run over his muscular frame.
After he showered and smelled a lot better, he dressed and went down for some lunch. He was surprised at how hungry he had become as he downed almost 6 sandwiches and a couple of sodas. At 2 he worked in the Danger Room with the students, taking his mind, for the moment, off of what had happened last night. The session lasted over an hour and the students were all exhausted afterwards. 'Maybe I worked 'em a little too hard,' he thought, then the sudden sympathetic feeling left him and he was glad he'd worked the kids hard, they'd need it in the future.
Most of the kids showered and gathered to watch TV together, or went to their rooms afterwards. When dinnertime rolled around, Logan again ate for about 3 grown men and some of the kids looked at him funny. He just glared at them, not wanting anyone to find out what had been happening. 'None of their goddammed business anyway,' he thought. Then he looked at Kurt, who just gave him a toothy grin and proceeded to down his dinner. Kurt knew. Oh, he definitely knew. Logan finished up and sat there and listened to the conversations being held at the table. Mostly teenage stuff with some angst and sex mingled in. Not like he could blame them for the sex part.
He turned on the TV after the kids shuffled out and watched a bit of the news. Same old, same old, someone shot, someone kidnapped, economy in a downslide, so what else is new. He shut the tv off and went to his room. It was dark outside now and he could feel the familiar tingle starting in his gut. Someone was out there again. The kids were safely in the house either watching tv or in their rooms doing god-knows-what. He knew he'd have to safeguard the house again. As much as he tried to deny it, he did care for the students and he didn't want them getting involved in any thing like this. So he threw on an old flannel shirt and a pair of jeans and headed outside and set to searching the property again.
He could smell and sense a presence....or wait, maybe it was two presences....no matter though, he'd find them. He just wondered what the hell Magneto was so persistent about. He couldn't be up to any good if he was sending this many 'messengers' to get him. He could smell the presences getting stronger as he moved closer to the wooded area near the fence. Someone had just recently come over the fence. The wind whipped up a little and he caught the now-familiar metallic scent of Piotr, and something different. Smelled almost spicy, like Cajun cookin' and some sort of spicy aftershave. Smelled good actually. 'Cajun cookin'....that can only be one person,' he thought to himself. 'Gambit, has to be Gambit,' he mumbled. But why was Mags so persistent....
He wandered into the forest and sniffed the air. He wasn't really in the mood to fight, but his instincts told him that he was going to. At least for a bit, if this ended up being like the other encounters.
Remy and Piotr waited in the darkness for Logan. Remy's demonesque eyes glowed through the shadows and Piotr's armor shone somewhat in the limited moonlight that reached through the trees. He hadn't taken his metal form yet. Remy heard a few twigs snap and leaves crunch to his left and he looked at Piotr, who grinned at him evilly. Remy grasped his metal stick and clutched his cards closely, knowing they'd come in quite handy. Piotr took his metallic form and they waited silently for the Wolverine.
Logan could smell them much stronger now. He was getting close, he knew it. He began to sniff the air more now, trying to discern exactly what direction the smell was coming from. He could see better than most people in the dark due to his enhanced senses, but in places it was really dark, and it would be just his luck that they would be hiding in one of those places. Suddenly he felt something hit his feet and it tripped him, and he landed unceremoniously on his ass. He picked up the perpetrator, which was a long, thin, metal stick. 'This is that thing Gambit always carries around with him,' Logan said to himself, but just as he was about to get up, a flaming card was sent flying towards him and exploded way too close to his head. It lit up the surrounding area well enough that he could see the two figures looming in the distance.
He heard the footsteps and another card was sent towards him, this time the explosion burning his arm, which healed soon after. It was a good thing for his healing factor. Soon cards were exploding all over the place and he was lucky enough to dodge one and then another would catch him. When the cards stopped he felt a rush of air and he was being toppled over by someone. He lurched them off of his back. *Snikt* His claws came out. He was soon on top of his offender, who proceeded to kick him off, tossing another card towards him, which he backhanded, and it landed near Piotr and exploded, pushing the metal man against a tree. "Whose side are you on Comrade," Piotr growled at Remy. "So sorry mon ami, d'accord?" All he heard was some mumbled Russian. This little digression gave Logan enough time to hurl himself at Remy, who was dusting himself off. Remy found himself pinned to the ground by Logan's much bigger, much stronger body. "Just what the fucking hell do you want from me asshole?" Logan said. "Yer boss don't send people here for nuthin'," he growled, dangerously close to the Cajun's face. Logan looked into his glowing red eyes and glared at him. But the scent of aftershave and spicy food was getting to him. The Cajun just grinned at him and said "He just tryin' to win you over, dat all chere," Remy drawled. "He's got a funny way of doin' it," he said. Logan let Remy loose and he stood up. "He want you on his team mon ami, he say you be happy wit him on our side," Remy continued. "He got big plans for you Wolverine," the Cajun said, with Wolverine coming out with just a little more sexual innuendo than he had expected.
"I'd never join that nutcase," Logan said angrily. "That is why we are here," Piotr interjected, staring lustfully at Logan, "to try and convince you otherwise." He then grinned and took a few steps toward Logan. Logan knew he could make a dash for it, but they would just follow him. He wasn't afraid for them, but for what might happen if anybody else became involved. Somehow he knew he wouldn't be getting away without a fight tonight. He growled deep in his chest and came flying towards Piotr. He gouged his arms and was about to get him in the side when Piotr flung him off of him with an annoyed and somewhat pained grunt. Piotr was pissed now. And as much as Logan was strong, he still had respect for Piotr. Piotr glared down at him, his white eyes revealing his anger and lust. He came towards Logan with just a few large steps and picked him up cruelly by his arms and pinned him to a giant tree. With as much as he had a healing factor, he could feel Piotr's hands crushing into his arms. He might even bruise from this. He gritted his teeth and let out a wince as Piotr momentarily took his hands off of him, letting him slide a bit down the tree and onto the ground. But he was up in seconds and he slashed Piotr's side. Piotr picked Logan up and threw him across the wooded area, with him landing hard against a tree. He groaned and began to pick himself up again when Remy pinned him to the tree. His red eyes glowed into Logan's.
With one fluid move he hit Logan in the abdomen with his stick and then kicked him onto the ground. Logan lay there, knowing it was futile to get up anymore with the onslaught. He felt himself being picked up again and he was pinned against someone's body from behind. The smaller, leaner body pressed so hard against his own body. He looked to see who was in front. Piotr looked down at him and licked his lips, smiling cruelly and beginning to take Logan's clothes off. Logan started to resist, but he felt Remy's hot breath on his neck. "Don' resist chere, don' resist," the Cajun whispered against his heated skin, raising goosebumps in him. He felt the Cajun's lips brush against his neck and he let go of a feral growl.
Piotr then returned to his normal form when he was sure that Logan wouldn't put up a fight anymore. He shed his clothes and pressed himself against Logan's naked body. He kissed him in such a way that it almost made Logan's toes curl. The Russian's tongue danced with his own and he soon found himself wrapping languid arms around his neck. Piotr pulled Logan off of Remy, who was shedding his layers of clothes. Logan felt Remy come to him from behind and he began kissing Logan's back. He nipped at Logan's taught, sweaty skin, moving lower, to his firm ass, spreading his cheeks, and licking the hot, tight hole there, making Logan moan against Piotr's mouth. He wet one of his fingers and pushed it into Logan, making Logan squirm against Piotr's larger body. He then placed another finger, and another inside Logan, rubbing against that spot, stretching him and filling him. Logan thrust his ass out towards Remy, wanting more. But Remy removed his fingers, much to Logan's dismay, and stood up behind him.
He wet his cock with his spit. Piotr took his mouth away from Logan's and smiled at him. "Now you get to fuck me Comrade," Piotr said, loving the thought of Logan's monstrous dick inside of him. "An' I fuck you from behind," Remy said. With one move he thrust his dick inside Logan. Logan screamed. He was bigger than he had expected. Then Piotr bent himself over and offered himself to Logan. A wild look of desire overtook Logan and he grinned menacingly, showing his gleeming teeth. He lubed his cock and rammed it into Piotr's ass. Piotr threw his head back and moaned against gritted teeth. Piotr liked the pain. Logan began fucking Piotr powerfully, with each thrust aimed at Piotr's sweet spot, bumping it, grinding against it. Logan felt so dirty then, like such a whore. And he loved it. Remy followed suit and wrapped his hands around Logan's waist and pumped himself into him, with each thrust seemingly more powerful then the next. Logan moved in and out of Piotr with animal-like movements, each thrust casting a loud, slick sound as he fucked him for all he was worth. Remy was like an old pro, hitting Logan with such a ferocity that he knew he couldn't hold off long. He teased Logan, hitting the spot, then not hitting it, making Logan crazy. Logan matched Remy's thrusts with his own. Piotr was the first to cum, his huge dick shooting a massive load of cum across the ground that soaked the fallen leaves in his thick, white juices. Logan kept pumping and soon he felt the world go out from beneath him as he filled Piotr's ass up with his own copious load. Remy came last, filling Logan up with his white-hot seed, spilling some out onto his thighs. Remy momentarily rested his head against Logan's back, regaining his breath. They withdrew from each other and each turned around to kiss one another, something that had not been done before.
They each dressed and Remy looked at Logan and asked him "So what you tink chere, you come wit us?" "No way," Logan said. Especially not if they keep sending messages like this. Remy and Piotr only smirked at each other and were off. But Logan knew that was not the last of Magneto's messages.
When Remy and Piotr arrived back to Magneto, Magneto asked them "Did you succeed in bringing over the Wolverine?" "No mon ami, but c'est bon, we all give another try, non?" "I think Logan will take more convincing," Piotr said in a thick accent. "Hmm, perhaps.....perhaps I will visit him myself next time, but you all will wait nearby in case I need you," Magneto said as they all walked back inside.