Stardust

Sin
by Eiluned

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Disclaimer: Not mine, but they are in the public domain…

Rating: Adult

Summary: Arthur has reservations. Arthur/Lancelot. 125 words.

Notes: I suck at writing summaries. And if there’s a special place in hell for slashing medieval legends, I’m so going there. Ask if you wanna archive. Feedback will be licked.

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“This is sinful…”

Arthur’s whisper hung in the still air as if it were tangible, a thing to be touched and tossed aside.

“Not in my religion,” Lancelot breathed, stripping Arthur’s tunic from his body. “Nor in Rome, at least not until your god took over.”

Arthur bit back a moan as Lancelot pressed against his body. “Do you not want this?” Lancelot said, pressing his lips to Arthur’s neck. “Can you honestly say that you do not want this? Because your body betrays you.”

Arthur’s eyes were shut tightly. “I do want this.”

“There is nothing sinful about this. We are merely two men who care deeply for each other, and the gods bless friendship and love.”

Lancelot kissed him deeply, and Arthur surrendered.

What It’s Like
by Eiluned

Date finished: 19 September 2001

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Disclaimer: They belong to Marvel. I’m just experimenting with them.

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Ever wonder what it’s like? Ultimate. Wolverine/Cyclops. 1289 words.

Warnings: Explicit male/male sex. If it ain’t your cuppa joe, you might want to avoid this story.

Notes: Experimenting here. I’ve decided that I like Scott best when he’s slashed. :) And I seem to be on a writing roll. Woo-hoo! Now, to see if I can finish that Logan/Remy slash piece. Feedback would be absolutely wonderful, especially on this piece. I’m curious as to whether this pairing would work. For anyone other than me, that is. ;)

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“Ever wonder what it’s like?”

Logan paused before taking a swig of his beer. “Ever wonder what what’s like?” he asked, although he was pretty certain of the answer. God only knew how they’d gotten into this little bonding session.

Scott was stretched out on the grass, beer bottle in his hand, staring out at the lake. At least, Logan thought he was staring at the lake. He couldn’t see shit underneath that visor, especially in the darkness of the moonless night.

Scott look a long swallow of beer, head tossed back, neck long and muscular. Logan scowled at himself.

“You know what I mean,” Scott said, and Logan smelled a touch of embarrassment on the air.

He couldn’t help grinning wolfishly. “You’ve never…”

Scott sat up suddenly, and the embarrassment grew sharper and blended with a little bit of arousal. “No. I haven’t,” he said, with just a touch of vehemence. “Have you?”

Logan hid his smile behind his beer bottle. “Why do you want to know?”

Scott’s posture grew stiffer. “Curiosity,” he snapped.

“Hey, no need to get all defensive. Yeah, I have a few times.”

Even in the dark night, Logan could see the younger man’s cheeks turn red. “So you’re bi.”

Logan chuckled. “Not really. Don’t like to call myself anything. What’s the point in limiting yourself?”

Scott shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean… well, it sounds right, but…”

“You’re scared.”

“I am not,” Scott snapped.

“Yes, you are. I can smell it on you. You want it, but you’re scared of it. You’re scared of what doing it would make you.”

Scott didn’t say anything, so Logan plowed ahead. “So, who is it?”

“Who is what?”

Evasive. “The guy. The guy you wanna fuck.”

“You’re so fucking crude, Wolverine.”

“Yeah, so I am. Who is it?”

Scott busied himself with his beer, draining the rest of the bottle. Logan leaned onto his side. “Come on, Cyclops. Who is it?” he goaded, watching Scott’s jaw tighten with irritation. “You afraid to tell me? You wouldn’t have brought it up in the first place if you didn’t want to tell me.”

“It’s you, goddammit. You. Are you happy now?” Scott snapped, and Logan’s jaw pretty much hit the grass.

“Me?” he exclaimed. “You want to fuck me?”

Scott hesitated for a second. “No, I want you to fuck me.”

“Are you kidding?”

Scott sneered at him. “No, I’m not kidding, you asshole.”

Logan was suddenly much more aware of Scott’s scent, humiliation mingled with sharp desire. A dangerous mix, and one that Logan couldn’t resist.

He quickly rolled onto Scott, pinning him to the soft ground, Scott’s beer bottle falling to the grass. The younger man reflexively tried to fight back, but Logan was expecting it, and he was stronger anyway. He watched the visor, watched the pinpoints of red widen and glow more brightly with surprise and a bit of anger.

“You want me to fuck you?” Logan growled, keeping his voice low. “You want to know what it’s like to come in another man’s hand?”

The pinpoints disappeared; Scott had closed his eyes. “Yes,” he whispered, so quietly that Logan wouldn’t have been able to hear it without his enhanced senses.

“You’re sure? I ain’t gonna do this unless it’s exactly what you want.”

Scott exhaled heavily, strong body shaking under Logan’s. Logan could feel the younger man getting hard, pressed against his hip. “Yes, I want it,” Scott breathed.

Logan immediately welded his mouth to Scott’s, pushing his tongue between those sweet lips, moaning. Scott stiffened for a moment, almost long enough to make Logan pull back, then melted against him, becoming pliant under Logan’s roaming hands.

Scott stroked his tongue against Logan’s a bit uncertainly, as if he wasn’t quite sure the right way to do it. He let his hands slide over Logan’s shoulders, fingers gripping tightly when Logan sank his teeth lightly into Scott’s bottom lip.

They were both hard now, pressed together through their jeans. Scott pressed himself up against Logan, moaning into his mouth, jerking when one of Logan’s hands slid down to cup his ass. “That’s right,” Logan muttered, using his hand to control Scott’s movements. “Work yourself on me.”

Scott’s head fell back onto the grass, his fingers digging into Logan’s shoulders. It felt so good to rub against him, to feel another hard cock against his. He gasped at the sudden rush of guilty pleasure, and Logan pulled back, leaving Scott to moan in protest.

He wasn’t disappointed for long. Big but surprisingly nimble hands pulled at the button on his fly, slid the zipper down, pushed the jeans and his boxer shorts down over his hips. Scott blushed at first, then gasped when that big hand palmed his erection. He came to his senses enough to pull Logan’s fly loose; he was quite pleasantly surprised to find him bare under his jeans. Knowing that Logan had been walking around naked under his pants made Scott clench up inside.

Logan shoved his jeans down a bit, then dropped back onto Scott’s body, pulling both of their shirts up to mid-chest. Scott hissed at the first touch of hot skin. The wiry brush of thick pubic hair made his head spin, made him arch and rub against Logan’s groin like a cat. Logan growled softly, the fingers of one hand tangling in Scott’s short hair. He rubbed his own erection against Scott’s smooth hip, leaving a damp, warm trail of precum across his skin.

Logan propped himself up on one elbow and started kissing Scott again, roughly, nipping at his tongue and lips. He slid his other hand between their bodies and grasped his and Scott’s cocks, pressing them together against his palm. Scott cried out, bucking against Logan’s hand and erection.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Logan purred, licking at Scott’s mouth.

Scott couldn’t answer, couldn’t even think straight. All he could feel was Logan’s hot cock rubbing against his, Logan’s hand working them both and a dull roar inside his own body, a coiling, sucking pleasure building low in his groin. Logan’s heavy balls brushed against his, and he felt them draw up tight against his body. God, he was going to come…

“I’m gonna come,” he whispered brokenly against Logan’s mouth.

“Yessss…” Logan hissed, jerking them harder.

Scott stiffened, the dull roar of pleasure building until it was screaming like a jet engine. No, it was him screaming, body wracked with orgasm, spilling hot semen all over his belly and Logan’s hand. Logan’s growls built in volume as he kept moving his hand, and Scott felt another splash of warm wetness over his clenched stomach, all the way up to his chest.

They stayed frozen like that for a long moment, jerking with aftershocks. Scott waited to feel dirty or humiliated, but he didn’t. He felt fucking good, even with his and Logan’s cum cooling on his skin.

Logan moved his hand and pressed himself down onto Scott, letting their semen wet the skin of his stomach. Scott thought it felt strangely good to feel the soft hair on Logan’s stomach rubbing against his skin. Logan brought his wet hand up to his mouth and drew his tongue up one finger, rumbling with pleasure. Scott couldn’t help himself; he leaned up and sucked two of Logan’s fingers into his mouth, licking the bitter-salty fluid off of his skin. Logan looked surprised but pleased.

Slowly, he drew away from Scott, sitting up on his knees, tucking himself back into his pants. “Come to my room when you’re ready,” he said, pulling himself to his feet.

Scott listened to him walking up the lawn, staring up at the starry sky. He’d give Logan a head start.

End

“I miss you.” & “I’ve never done this before.”
by Eiluned

Archive: Please ask first.

Disclaimer: Still not mine.

(Ultimate Logan/Jean)

“I miss you.”

He turned to look at her. “What?” he asked.

“I do,” she said, looking up at the ceiling. “Everything’s happened so quickly lately. It’s like there’s no one to trust anymore.

“And I miss the touch of your body. Having something to find comfort and pleasure in.”

He watched her from the door, speechless.

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(616 Scott/Jean) (Yes, I know. Hell just froze over.)

I miss you.

You’ve only been gone… dead for a few days, and I feel so alone, like there’s no one on this earth that knows how I feel. Everyone is walking on eggshells around me.

I miss the little things that I took for granted. I wish you were here.

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(616 Remy/Rogue)

“I’ve never done this before.”

“You just hold on tight to Remy’s hand, chére.”

“But I’m scared, Remy.”

“Dere’s no reason to be, Rogue. Like I said, just hold on to my hand.”

“What if it hurts? I’ve never….”

An exasperated sigh. “It won’t hurt. It’s a rollercoaster, for God’s sake.”

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(616 AU Logan/Jean) (takes place just after the Logan-flirts-with-Jean-Logan-fights-with-Angel scene in Classic X-Men #1)

“I’ve never done this before.”

Her voice was soft and frightened, and he reined in his desire. “Don’t you worry, darlin’,” Wolverine whispered, kissing her. “I’ll take care of ya.”

There was no hesitation. Jean nodded and opened her legs to him, letting him settle between them.

She gasped as he pushed inside of her.

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(Movieverse Bobby, John, Rogue)

“I’ve never done this before.”

“Oh, come on, John.”

“What if someone walks in?”

“No one’s gonna.”

“Is it gonna feel weird?”

“Yeah, it’ll feel weird at first, but after that it’s cool.”

“Okay.”

(rustling of clothes)

“Oh, wow. It’s really tight!”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

(a door opens)

“Rogue!”

“Oh my GAWD! Why are you wearing my underwear?! Perverts!”

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(616 Bobby/Hank) (pre-cat Hank)

“I’ve never done this before.”

A grin full of fangs. “Neither have I, Robert. Consider this newly discovered territory.”

Bobby licked Hank’s belly, rubbing his fur the wrong way, eliciting a deep moan. “You’ll have to tell me if I’m doing it right.”

Hot mouth slipped over engorged flesh, licking and sucking enthusiastically.

“Oh, you’re definitely doing it right, Bobby.”

“Holy shit, you’re a virgin.”
Author: Eiluned

Archive: Please ask first.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Rating: Adult

Summary: Two short drabbles based on “Holy shit, you’re a virgin.” Ultimate & 616. Wolverine/Jean, Wolverine/Gambit. 100 words each.

Ultimate Logan/Jean

“Holy shit, you’re a virgin.”

Jean blushed a fetching shade of pink. “Yeah, well, you’ll just have to go slow,” she replied.

Logan rose from between her parted legs, looking up and down her beautiful, naked body. Naked, untouched, his for the taking.

“Slow,” he said, sliding inside of her.

Holy shit indeed.

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616 Logan/Remy

“Holy shit, you’re a virgin.”

“I’ve had sex before, Gumbo, just not with a guy.”

Remy smiled wickedly at Logan. “Oui, but for me, you’re a virgin.”

Logan snorted. “What are you going to do, deflower me?”

Gambit ran his hands up Logan’s muscular thighs and into his boxer shorts, finding him hard and ready.

“Exactement.”

Greek Boy
by Eiluned

Disclaimer: Not Mine.

Rating: Work-Safe

Summary: 100 words on the nose. Logan/Remy in an established relationship. ^_^

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“I had de strangest dream, Logan.”

“Yeah?”

“Oui. We were in ancient Greece.”

Logan snorted into his pillow, and Remy elbowed him. “Shut up. You were a satyr and I was one of dem naked athlete boys. I was running t’rough de forest and you were chasing me.”

“Oh really? Did I catch you?”

“I’m getting dere. So, I’m running but I know dat you’re right behind me. All of de sudden, I trip and fall, and you catch me.”

“And what did I do when I caught you?”

“Should I tell you or show you?” he said, grinning wickedly.

Dark Legend: Fear and Lust
by Eiluned

Date finished: 13 June 2002

Archive: Please ask first.

Disclaimer: Logan, Jean and Scott belong to Marvel, not me. But right now, I think they’d rather have Marvel write them than me. ::evil laughter:: The lyrics belong to Orgy.

Rating: Explicit

Summary: After infection with the Legend Virus, Logan becomes involved with a dominating, frightening Jean. He hates the way he craves her discipline, but he keeps coming back. Jean/Logan. 2446 words.

Warnings: BIG ones, boys and girls. Extremely dark subject matter. Torture, sexual torture, S&M, semi-non-consensual sex, B&D, chips, dips, chains and whips. If you’re of a weak disposition or are squicked easily, turn away now.

Notes: For Tarchannon’s Dark Legend open challenge. I scared myself writing this. I didn’t know I had it in me. Thanks to Tarch, Randy and DevilDoll for the beta reads. You guys (& gal) helped me out a lot, even if I didn’t take all of your suggestions. Mwah! And thanks to divajess and Meg for the early opinions. Lyrics are from Orgy’s “Stitches”, on their album Candyass.

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Tying yourself to me
Stitch up my emptiness cause you’re the death of me
So precious loving the thrill
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Prologue

Of all of us with the virus, Jeannie was affected the worst. At least in my opinion. It affected me the least, unless you count Hank, but I was so close to the line between man and monster that it might as well have been worse.

Jean wanders around the mansion and things levitate in her wake. I don’t think she knows she’s doing it. Her eyes, those beautiful green eyes of hers, are vacant. I used to be able to look into her eyes and see laughter and love and life. Now, they’re empty. None of us are the same people we were before the Legend Virus hit, but Jean’s a completely different woman. Sometimes, she’s downright scary.

But when she came to me one night, naked and wanting, I couldn’t turn her away. Even when it got violent, I couldn’t turn her away, even if I wanted to. She brings out my beast, makes me go crazy. I crave the pain and discipline she metes out as much as I crave the soft touch of her body. It’s as much a fight for dominance as it is sex. I keep trying to come out on top, but she beats me every time, beats me into submission.

I never dreamed I’d want it so much. Or enjoy it so goddamn much.

I want to kneel at her feet and be her slave more than I want to dominate her.

That fucking scares me.

End Prologue

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Such the patient one who needs me
The spoiled one who wins
So shocking where’s your sense
Don’t you know I hate you
Unsatisfied, you little girl.

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Chapter One

I had finally won back a bit of control through hours of meditation when I felt it — a pull deep in the primitive part of my brain. A compulsion.

Jean was calling.

I rose from the mat like I was pulled to my feet by strings and began walking toward her room. She was in my head, whispering things I couldn’t understand. I could feel how much she wanted me, wanted to hurt me and fuck me and in her own twisted way, love me. I followed the compulsion because I couldn’t make myself ignore it.

I didn’t want to fight it anyway.

The door swung open before I could touch it, so I entered her room, blinking in the sudden darkness. The door closed behind me. No escape.

That first time, she tied me down and stuck scalpels into me, letting me heal around them before ripping them out. I fought and begged but still came all over myself, cursing at her and screaming her name. She stood over me with the tiniest of smiles on her face, her eyes like empty windows. Then, she left.

The next night, she came to my room, dressed only in a pair of thigh-high black boots, her red hair loose around her shoulders, smelling like heat and sex. Part of me wanted to tell her to go away until she got her mind back, but I didn’t. I wanted her and everything she had to give to me.

I tried to fight her, but she held me down with her mind and cuffed my hands together, hooking the chain onto my headboard. I growled at her, feeling my beast rattling at its bars, begging to be let out so it could rip into that perfect white skin of hers.

She straddled my thighs and, looking down at me, pulled two clamps on a thin chain out of the top of her boot. Next came a leather band with snaps all the way around it. My cock wasn’t hard yet, which seemed to please her. Laying the clamps on my belly, she took my awakening genitals in one and and wrapped the cock ring around the base of my penis and under my balls. A couple of snaps and it was right, restraining. She flicked her fingertips over the head of my cock, and I started to stiffen, clenching my teeth when the extra snaps bit into the thin skin. She played with me until I was completely erect, then took her hands away, looking down at my groin.

I followed her gaze and saw my dick standing nearly straight out, flushed purple, engorged with blood. She licked her pink lips and for a second, I thought that she was going to suck me off, but she merely shifted forward, letting my cock rest against her neatly-shaved pubic hair. Her skin was cool against my fevered flesh, and I could feel the damp heat of her cunt against my thighs.

To my surprise, she bent forward, pressing my cock against her soft, flat stomach, and locked her lips around my right nipple. I cried out at the sudden pleasure, arching my back. She sucked hungrily, nipping, then trailed her tongue across the center of my chest to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. I was so surprised by the painless pleasure that I hardly felt the delicate chain trail across my stomach.

She pressed the cool metal clamp against my right nipple, then latched it on. I howled, nearly coming off of the bed, the chains around my wrists the only thing keeping me down. I struggled, but she held me down with her mind again, her left hand idly stroking my cock. It took a long moment, but the pain subsided, leaving a dull ache that was almost pleasurable. I was better prepared for the second clamp, but the pain still brought stinging tears to my eyes.

I was whimpering, and I hated myself for that. I jerked against the handcuffs until I heard the wooden headboard crack. She hushed me, ran a soothing hand over my stomach and touched my cheek gently.

That brought me up short. She hadn’t done anything gentle in months. I made myself open my eyes and look at her. She had a curious expression on her face, like she was feeling something familiar, but couldn’t figure out what it was.

Almost as soon as I saw it, it was gone, replaced by her usual icy blankness. She sat over me for a long moment, staring at me with those empty eyes. I stared right back, breathing heavily. I’m not sure if that was the best thing to do, because every breath brought her scent into my nose. She smelled like leather and sweat and soap and sex. The scent was so strong I could practically taste her pussy on the back of my tongue. My mind started to haze up, until I was looking at her through a tunnel of fog. I was losing control of myself. I could feel my beast hovering right at the surface, just waiting for the perfect moment to explode out of me.

Her cool gaze never changing, she reached down and tugged on the chain between my nipples.

I lost my mind.

The handcuff chain snapped, freeing my arms, and I grabbed Jean before she had a chance to react. She didn’t fight me, just let me shove her onto her back, spreading those leather-clad thighs wide around my hips. The soft leather rubbed at my skin, and my senses went into overload. The world narrowed to the feel of her boots in my hands and against my thighs, the smell of her cunt — of her fear, the sound of her heartbeat pounding in my ears.

My dick was throbbing, straining against the cock ring. I surged forward, on top of her, forcing my tongue into her sweet mouth, tasting her. Her hands pushed feebly at my shoulders, but I knew she wanted it. I could feel her in my mind like a heavy weight, and she was intrigued. I mounted her, rutting like an animal, drowning in the feel and smell of her, the quiet sounds she made, hating her and loving her all at once.

I put my hands on her breasts, squeezing them tightly, enjoying the feel of petal-soft skin against my own rough palms. Her nipples were hard, and I pinched them hard enough to bruise, eating at her mouth, swallowing a sharp cry as it fell from her lips. Her cunt was so wet and tight around me; I thought I might die from the feel of it. My balls were aching, trying to contract against my body but held out by the cock ring. I had to come soon, or I would die. Or I’d lose my mind completely.

I grabbed hold of her wrists and pinned her arms above her head, feeling the delicate bones grind against each other in my grip. She whimpered very softly, and I snarled. I was in control. Her body was my plaything, not the other way around. I could fuck her until she passed out, until I’d filled her up with my cum, until she finally broke that goddamn silence and begged for me to stop. Bracing myself, I pumped into her, pounding her, wincing and moaning with every thrust.

Dimly, I wondered why she hadn’t used her telekinesis to break loose, but I was too far gone, too feral to really comprehend it.

God, I never imagined anything could feel that good. She’d teased me and tormented me, bringing me off with her hands and her mind, but she’d never actually fucked me before. I’d wanted her for years. This wasn’t how I’d hoped it would finally happen, but I was going to hold onto anything I could get.

I backed away from her lips, watched her cold eyes slip shut, watched pleasure start to dawn across her face. Her arms twisted in my grip, her body writhing underneath mine, her head tossed back, leaving her slender, pale neck bare.

Her pulse was fast and loud, and I could almost feel it on my tongue. Releasing her hands, I put mine over her throat, covering the big pulse to keep myself from sinking fangs into it. I could smell the hot blood under her skin, and I wanted to feel it flowing over my tongue, taste the coppery salt as it flowed down my throat.

Her mouth fell open, a soft moan escaping her lips. She was close; I could smell the sharp scent of her arousal in the air, thick as smoke. Looking down at her, with her fire-red hair spilling over the sheets, her face screwed up with pleasure, I could think only one thing.

‘Jean. I’m fucking Jean.’

It ran through my brain over and over like a desperate mantra.

Her soft hands held my wrists at her throat, touched my chest, nails digging in deep enough to draw blood. I snarled at her and her eyes opened. It was like the emptiness had cleared and a part of Jean, the Jean that I knew, was looking back at me. It was the part of her I saw when I made suggestive comments, the part of her that would gaze at me with heated eyes when she thought I wasn’t looking.

Her hands trailed over my pecs and brushed against the nipple clamps.

My groin suddenly tightened like she’d put a vise on it. I rammed my cock into her as deep as it would go and held it there. She cried out, a loud, throaty sound, and her cunt contracted around me. Her fingernails bit into my skin, scrabbling at my shoulders, clawing me as she came. I let out a howl of ecstasy, her orgasm spurring mine. I moved my hands from her neck to keep from strangling her, though my beast lusted for blood and death almost as much as it did for her body.

I collapsed down on top of her, wrapping my arm around her shoulders. The nipple clamps bumped against her breasts, sending a shock of pain through my system. Starved for release, I thrust into her one last time.

I’d never had an orgasm that powerful. I could feel it from my head to my feet, rippling through my cock in mind-bending waves. I came forever, shooting spurt after spurt of cum deep inside of her. The pain from the nipple clamps and her nails digging into my shoulders, just made it more intense and prolonged it until I could barely breathe. I could feel my semen seeping out of her onto my thighs, and it made my head spin. She was mine, even if it was just for this moment.

It finally subsided and I pushed myself up onto shaky arms. My vision and my head cleared, and I saw her lying underneath me, breathing heavily, her leather-clad thighs spread across my hips, a strange look on her face. A perfect ring of teethmarks graced her neck, four points dripping blood from where my fangs had pierced her skin. Blood dripped from the healing scratches on my shoulders and landed on her alabaster skin, crimson drops splattered over her breasts.

Looking me in the eyes, she ran a finger over her breast, gathering my blood on the tip, and then licked it off. Growling, I bent down and ran my tongue up her neck, tasting her salty-sweet blood, feeling my sated beast begin to wake again. She kissed me briefly, and I slid down and licked her breasts clean, sucking on her nipples, enjoying the way she writhed underneath me.

Suddenly, I was on my back, pinned to the bed by her mind. She rose up on her knees and straddled my thighs, unsnapping the cock ring. I breathed a sigh of relief and moaned when she cupped my hardening dick in her hand, stroking me to erection again. Instead of mounting me, though, she let go of my cock and gently unfastened the nipple clamps. I hissed, and she made those soothing sounds again. The handcuffs popped off of my wrists, and she got off of the bed, standing over me with a peculiar look on her face. She bent down and kissed me chastely on the lips, then left my room, leaving me to listen to the click of her heels as they got farther and farther away.

I rolled over and jerked off, screaming wordlessly into my pillow, pounding the mattress with my fists. I popped my claws and shredded the headboard. I could still smell her, taste her, feel myself inside of her. Our blood was mingled on my sheets. This would haunt me until the end of my days.

I loved her, even like this, and I craved the pain and pleasure like a drug. And I hated myself for it.

End

Don’t Dish It
by Eiluned

Archive: Just tell me where so I can go gloat. ;)

Disclaimer: They belong to Marvel, but what I do with them is much more fun.

Rating: Explicit

Summary: “Remy struggled, but the two hundred pounds of adamantium-enhanced mutant pinning him against the wall refused to budge.” Logan/Remy. PWP. 1209 words.

Warnings: Graphic slash sex.

Notes: Because I’m in a rotten mood and writing rough sex makes me feel better. Deke, run for the hills. Hugs and thanks to Meg for the beta read. :)

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Remy slammed into the wall painfully. “What the fuck you doin’, Wolverine?” he exclaimed.

Logan pushed against him, making sure he couldn’t move. “What the fuck do you think I’m doin’?” he growled.

Remy struggled, but the two hundred pounds of adamantium-enhanced mutant pinning him against the wall refused to budge. “Merde! Let me go!” he said.

Logan still didn’t move, just held him there. Remy tried to shift his hand enough to grab a card, a cigarette, pocket lint, for god’s sake, anything to charge, but Logan just pushed harder, until it was difficult for Remy to breathe.

“What de hell did I do?”

He felt Logan’s hot breath against his ear. “You know exactly what you did. You teased, you heckled, you pushed just a little too far.”

Remy swallowed with an audible gulp. It was quite true; he had been teasing Logan quite a bit lately. Mind you, it wasn’t teasing in the schoolyard manner. It was more like… moving his ass provocatively while Logan was looking. Making suggestive comments. Giving Logan that smoldering look that he’d all but patented.

He just never expected Wolverine to do anything about it.

And it looked like Wolverine was definitely doing something about it. Remy just had to figure out if he was about to get killed or fucked senseless.

He was really hoping for the latter.

Logan fisted his hands in the back of Remy’s trenchcoat, hauled him away from the wall and frog-marched him down the hall. Remy was glad Logan’s door wasn’t latched, because Logan used him to open it, just shoved him into the door and from there into the room. He got a fleeting glimpse of neat Japanese furniture before he was shoved face down on the bed.

The door slammed behind him, but Logan was back on top of him before he had a chance to move. “I know what you want,” he hissed, yanking the trenchcoat off of Remy’s arms. “I can smell it on you.” Claws unsheathed with a harsh metallic hiss. “I can goddamn near taste it.” A cross-shaped cut and Remy’s shirt slithered to the mattress underneath him. “You play coy, like you think I don’t know.” A slit up the back of each leg of his jeans. “But I do.” Claws slipped back into knuckles. “You want to be fucked.” Rough hands grabbed his boxers and yanked them down over his ass. “Good and hard.”

Remy wondered vaguely if he should be worried — Logan was about this far from berserker mode. But something inside Remy told him to just go along for the ride. Getting fucked by Logan was the eventual goal that had spurred his teasing — why complain when he was getting what he wanted?

He heard Logan’s clothes coming off, saw the uniform shirt hit the wall beside his head, and he was suddenly shaking with anticipation. His cock stiffened, pushing against the mattress uncomfortably. Logan’s rough hands were suddenly on his shoulders, pressing him into the mattress. “You want it right now, don’t you, Cajun?” Logan growled, leaning down over Remy’s body, bare skin teasing Remy’s.

Remy couldn’t help moaning when Logan pushed his hot, hard cock against Remy’s ass. Logan gave a little shove, impatient for an answer. “Oui, Remy wants it,” Gambit breathed.

Logan gave a satisfied growl and took his weight off of Remy’s back, shifting on the bed. “Knew you wanted it,” he said, more to himself than Remy. “Always knew you did.”

Remy jumped when a slick finger slid between his ass cheeks, probing. Logan’s other hand spread him open. The slick finger pressed at his anus, lightly at first, and then harder until it slipped inside up to the first knuckle. Remy squirmed on his belly, gasping. No matter how many times he’d had something in his ass, he still couldn’t get used to the sensation. Logan chuckled, a low sound that sent shivers down Remy’s spine.

The finger slid in even deeper, wiggling a little, and Remy moaned, his fingers clenching in Logan’s bedspread. It curled and bumped his prostate, and Remy damn near screamed, pressing his face against the bed. Logan laughed again and withdrew his finger. If Remy was afraid Logan had stopped, his fears were unfounded. His touch returned, slicking Remy’s hole well, stretching until he could fit two fingers inside, and Remy was writhing on the bed, almost incoherent with desire.

Logan pulled his fingers away again, and Remy found himself shaking again. “You’re gonna get fucked good, Gumbo,” Logan rumbled, pulling Remy’s underwear down past his knees.

Logan’s hand came to rest on the mattress beside Remy’s head and the other one stroked his hip for a moment, then disappeared. Logan rubbed his slicked cock up and down Remy’s ass, then pushed the head just inside.

Remy gritted his teeth and strained backwards, trying to get Logan’s dick deeper inside. “Heh. Have a little patience,” Logan said, dark laughter in his voice. “I knew you wanted it, but I didn’t know you wanted it this bad.”

Remy let out a sharp breath of exasperation. “Goddammit, you dumb Canadian, just fuck me!” he spat out, so worked up and sexually frustrated that he didn’t care what he was saying. “If you always known dat I want it, den why play with Gambit?”

Logan laughed, a belly laugh this time, and leaned down again so that his mouth was against Remy’s ear. “If you can’t take it, then don’t dish it out,” he breathed, then thrust all the way into Remy’s ass.

Remy cried out at the sudden, sharp pain/pleasure. His cock throbbed against the coverlet and his vision swam momentarily. Logan stayed still just long enough for Remy to get used to being penetrated, then started a hard rhythm, steady, forceful thrusts that made Remy feel like he was going to break through the mattress. Logan’s belt rubbed at his thighs almost painfully.

“You like it?” Logan growled, suddenly pushing himself up onto his knees, pulling Remy’s hips up into his lap.

At first, Remy couldn’t do much more than moan incoherently, but he managed to croak out an affirmative. He pushed himself up on his arms so he could get a bit more leverage. Logan’s hands snaked around his body to stroke at Remy’s chest, pinch his nipples hard. Remy bit his bottom lip to keep from screaming out loud.

“Jerk yourself off,” Logan said, tugging at Remy’s hard nipples.

Balancing himself on one arm, Remy took hold of his cock and stroked it hard. He was already too turned on to need a good build-up to an orgasm. The feel of Logan’s cock inside of him, stretching him and rubbing against his prostate, was damn near enough to drive him out of his mind.

He came embarrassingly quickly, but then, so did Logan. It was a wonder everyone in the house didn’t come running to see who was killing who. He had to admit that he’d never, ever had that good an orgasm before, no matter how many times he’d been around the proverbial block.

Lying on the bed with Logan slumped over his back, still buried in his ass, Remy made a mental note to tease Logan more often.

End

Come Full Circle

by Eiluned

Date finished: 23 May 2002

Archive: Please ask first.

Disclaimer: Logan and Remy aren’t mine. If they were, they’d be doing stuff like this more often.

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Logan and Remy masturbate together. To the point, isn’t it? Wolverine/Gambit, PWP. 899 words.

Notes: Response to my own Masturbation Month challenge. Assume Logan and Remy are in a very new sexual relationship. Thanks to DevilDoll for the beta read and the title suggestion. I like this one a lot. :D

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“I wanna watch you jerk off.”

Remy coughed to hide a laugh. Then, he stared at Logan. “Right.”

Logan just stared right back at him.

“You’re serious?” Remy said, rather incredulously.

Logan still stared at him.

“Jeeesus.”

At that, Logan smiled slightly. “Well? You up for it, Cajun?”

Remy snickered. “Do I get to watch you, homme?”

Again with that little smile that could mean a thousand different things. “Sure. Why not?”

Remy smirked. “Den I’d say I’m up for it,” he replied, punctuating his words with a rather lewd crotch-grab.

That got a laugh out of Logan. “Take your clothes off and sit down,” he said, grabbing the back of his own t-shirt and pulling it over his head.

Remy paused for a moment to admire Logan’s bare, muscular torso, then unbuttoned his own shirt. He’d seen Logan shirtless plenty of times, but he was still getting used to being able to admire the other man’s body in a purely sexual manner. By the time he started on his jeans, Logan was already stepping out of his. Naked Logan was always a distraction.

Logan palmed his half-hard cock, and Remy really lost his concentration. His eyes trailed up Logan’s body to the smirk firmly set on his lover’s face. “Get undressed,” Logan said, sitting down in a chair.

Remy shucked his well-worn jeans quickly and took up a spot on the bed, where he had a good view of Logan. His own cock was getting interested rapidly, and he felt Logan’s gaze on it like a heated touch. Remy took a deep breath, and turned the charm on.

“So, mon ami, why d’you wanna watch Remy jerk off?” he purred, sliding one hand down to cup his balls.

“You know that charm stuff doesn’t work on me, Rem,” Logan said, sounding amused, but slowly jerking himself off just the same.

Remy shrugged gracefully, rolling his balls in his hand. “Worth a try. But tell me, why d’you wanna watch me?”

Logan squeezed his cock, and Remy felt the air leave his lungs in a rush. “I like lookin’ at you. I like lookin’ at your cock. I wanna see how you get yourself off.”

Logan’s voice had dropped into that low growl that he got when he was turned on. It sent shivers over Remy’s skin. “Mon dieu, how do you do dat?” he said, sounding a little breathless.

“Do what?”

“Make me lose my train of thought. Turn me into nothin’ more dan your li’l sex toy. Make me wanna get down on my knees and beg you to fuck me.”

Remy was satisfied to see Logan’s face flush. He moved his hand up from his balls to his cock, trailing his fingertips over the hot, sensitive skin before making a fist and stroking himself up and down. He watched Logan jack his cock slowly, his free hand moving up to pinch at his nipples.

“You wanna beg me to fuck you?” Logan asked hoarsely.

Remy made a show of leaning back on his arm, holding his cock out so Logan could see just how hard he was. “Oui. But I really wanna hear you talk dirty to me, Logan,” he said coyly, tilting his head so that he was looking at his lover through a veil of chestnut hair.

Logan growled deep in his throat. “You want me to talk dirty?” he said, his voice tight. “You got it, Cajun. Do you know how much I want to come over there and eat you alive? I can practically taste your cock in my throat.”

A pulse of heat suddenly rushed through Remy, making his hand waver on his cock. “Keep talkin’,” he murmured, regaining his rhythm.

“I wanna push you on your back and suck your cock,” Logan continued, his own hand speeding up. “And then I’d turn around and push my cock into your mouth, all the way back into your throat until my balls are up against your nose.”

Remy watched Logan’s hard, reddened cock disappear into his big fist over and over. “And den I’d suck you hard,” he added, his breath coming in short pants. “Grab hold of your hips and let you fuck my mouth.”

Logan groaned, pinching his nipple hard and tugging at it. “Boy, I’d fuck your mouth so deep you’d taste my cum for days,” he growled. “And I’d suck you deep, get my finger wet and push it in your ass, give you a little taste of what I could do to you.”

Now it was Remy’s turn to moan. He fought the urge to close his eyes and just work himself to orgasm. He wasn’t about to miss this show. “An’ I’d push against your finger, tryin’ to get it deeper, suckin’ your cock hard and deep,” he panted, “an’ you’d come in my mouth, fillin’ me up–”

“God, yeah,” Logan gasped, and Remy watched his hips jerk into his fist, watched thick cum spurt out of his cock and onto his thighs.

The world did an abrupt pirouette, and it took every ounce of willpower Remy had to not slam his eyes shut as he came. Logan watched him hungrily as he came, hot semen splashing onto his stomach and chest. That was really fucking good, he thought as he came down.

“Feel like actin’ out a fantasy?” he asked with a naughty grin.

End