#2-- Well Past 1 AM

DISCLAIMER:::: THE X-MEN DO NOT BELONG TO MYSELF, MY COUSIN, TWISTED, NOR EVEN YUNA- EVERYONE AT THE ACADEMY CLAIMS THEIR OWN ORIGINAL CHARACTERS, BUT IN THIS FICCIE SABERTOOTH HAS ALREADY BEEN CLAIMED BY MARVEL- SO POOH TO THEM! *POUTS*

SO SAYS TWISTED:: yeah, the x-men and any part there of are not ours, we just like to fuck thier world up and sadly get no money for it!


The Chronicles of Jared Montgomery/Warren Worthington the fourth- also known as “Hellspawn”. These sets of ficcage will be dedicated to my OMC featured in the X-men RPG “Phoenix_Academy” on GreatestJournal.com

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WARNINGS::: This is going to be a very general warning set up. Basically Jared is a little nymph and he gets it on quite a bit, and his *ahem ahem* lover is very rough, so expect blood, a bit of dominance, lots of rough stuff, oh and did I mention a lot of slash? ^^;; If there is something too out of line I will make a special note but, really, it’s just good ole fashioned homo-on-homo love!
~EnjoY!


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{July 21st, 2005- the second installment}
Well Past 1 a.m.
Part One

Pushing himself away from the laptop on his ridiculously small kitchen table, Jarred stared at the last comment that Creed had left him skeptically. Was the man joking, drunk, or possessed? Perhaps a little of all three, he conceded. However, Jarred Montgomery was not one to leave an opportunity as prime as this alone, and bedding the “leader” of their bad-boy group was certainly tempting. Even if Victor Creed had not been their leader, the younger man doubted that he could have said no.

With a sigh, Jarred stubbed out his cigarette and donned his brown trench coat, forgoing the hat this evening in favor of getting his “scrawny ass” up there before the offer expired. Turning off the lights and grabbing his room key, leaving the “do not disturb” sign up (which seemed to have a permanent fix on his handle), he quickly made his way to the elevator.

-

Creed was not a patient man, he had changed him mind five times before the knock on the door, and twice more before he answered it. Opening the door dressed only in his tight jeans, Creed had to smile, Jarred seemed a bit to eager for what he had suggested, lust wafting off him like some sick cologne, “Good evening Mr. Worthington.” He purred out, why hadn’t they done this before? Cause it was nuts, that’s why! If Creed lost control in a heated passion, it would be over for the young mutant.

-

Jarred quirked a brow at the older (and much more powerful) man before entering and shedding his coat, leaving him in dark black jeans and a sleeveless black t-shirt with slashes in the back for his chocolate wings to emerge. The butterflies he had felt in the elevator only intensified now that he was in Creed’s lair, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to back down now. “Evening,” he replied back, words only slightly slurred. “I didn’t realize shirts were optional.” And it was far from being a complaint.

-

“Fuck shirts, clothing is always optional round here.” Creed said with the flair of a man who was not ashamed to go butt-ass naked, ever. “You sure bout this kid?” he had to ask, and maybe he was nuts for asking, but he had to know. The kid knew what it meant to be bedded by one such as himself, he had to know the risks.

-

Jarred didn’t trust his voice, the image of Victor Creed in front of him, chest bare to the world, and the mental images of what was to come… Instead he took hold of his shirt and pulled it over his head and onto the floor, along with his coat. Now they both stood on equal ground so the slender youth decided to up the equivalent exchange. Tracing a finger down to his fly, Jarred began to unzip himself while meeting Creed’s eye. “Not having second thoughts about taking an underling, are you?” He asked innocently enough, but doubted that there was anything innocent in their gazes.

-

That was all the invite Creed needed and he closed the space between them in the blink of an eye, kissing Jarred hard on the mouth while removing his hands from his fly. Slowly Creed ground his thigh into Jarred’s half exposed crotch, hands sliding between his wings on his back, claws gently scraping flash. He rubbed his own large erection against Jarred’s hip and moaned loud into the kiss, using his powerful tongue to pry his lips open and explore the new hot mouth he had to play with.

-

Jarred tried hard to ride the wave of dominance that overcame him, and found, to his great surprise, that being a bitch for Creed wasn’t at all debasing; of course, it was still too early in the game to be making those assumptions so he merely took what the man gave him and tried to put up at least a little bit of a challenge for him. His lips parted for the new intrusion and Jarred got his first taste of the animal known as Sabertooth.

A hot and bruising open-mouthed kiss is what he received for his compliance, along with the delicious friction between their semi-clothed erections and a painfully pleasurable feeling between his sensitive wings that was caused by claws on skin. Holding on to Creed’s hips in an attempt to push him further into the large man and also to ground his euphoric body, Jarred was just barely able to keep his mind focused on the fact that this was Creed, a very deadly lover to be sure.

-

The kid was driving him mad, Creed couldn’t take much more of this and forced Jarred backward, toward the bedroom, not stopping until his own arm, still holding the boy, hit the door hard. He didn’t want to break the kid, if he had grunted or shown a sign of pain he would have stopped, but all there was, was the deep kiss growing deeper yet as he let Jarred into his own mouth. Groping for the doorknob, he pushed the boy through the open door into his den of a room. Pillows and blankets scattered everywhere, so much so that the bed had diapered beneath them all, he pressed the boy to the nearest soft spot and yanked him down, rolling to position the kid on his lap. No reason to ruin the wings he would need later.

-

The younger man spared only a moment to take in the fact that they were now on something soft and he was on Creed’s lap, but it was a single moment of clear-headedness before he succumbed back into the feel of touching Creed and letting Creed touch him in return. He could feel the man’s power practically radiating from his body, and Jarred wanted nothing more than to be pinned underneath all of that power, however his wings proved to be a problem.

Catching on rather quickly, despite his intoxication and arousal, Jarred positioned himself into straddling his new one-night lover, which gave his wings space to fall gracefully down his back, brushing against Creed’s naked arms, and to set the pace to their grinding. Jarred’s lips never left the other mouth, but his hands were brought up to grip strong shoulders and their chests rubbed together, making him moan loudly into Creed’s mouth. It was like fire trying to escape between their bodies.

-

Creed reached between them smoothly slicing both their pants so that their now naked erections rubbed together. Regrettably he pulled back from their kiss long enough to instruct Jarred of what to do. “Prepare yourself for me,” he whispered quietly, reaching around in the wreckage that was his room to find the previously used bottle of astro-glide and handing it to the boy with one clawed hand, hoping he wouldn’t have to explain himself further, he reconnected the kiss while slowing his movements so that Jarred might do what he had to. Creed feared that if he didn’t hurry this would not bode well for the winged mutant; his restraint was slowly slipping away.

-

A gasp and the feel of claws against his private areas, the combination of fear and masochist pleasure threatened to overwhelm Jarred as the shreds that had been his black jeans were thrown to the side and Creed’s lay forgotten in a pile. Knowing that if he had worn boxers that they would meet the same fate too, he opted to go commando, as he was glad to see Creed do as well. Not only did this save time, but also an innocent article of clothing could be spared from this massacre.

Jarred didn’t need Creed to repeat himself but, dammit, just hearing him say those words was making it worse to concentrate on the task at hand. Taking the small tube (which was curiously full), he began to lather up his pointer and middle finger and, after a moment’s hesitation, his ring finger too; Creed did have rather large claws.

He placed his left hand firmer against Creed’s shoulder and pushed their bodies apart some, which served a dual purpose in teasing the leader just a bit and giving him enough leverage to begin pushing at his entrance. Under Creed’s watchful, and mostly impatient gaze, Jarred entered two fingers, relishing in the intrusion. He let out an unrestrained moan and threw his head back while pushing his finger in to the knuckles, scissoring himself good. Adding his ring finger, he began to moan loudly and a bruise might be found on Creed’s shoulder in the morning light, however lust had made him brave and he continued to prepare himself, their erections barely brushing against one another every few seconds.

-

Creed moaned with the beautiful creature above him as he prepared himself, unable to keep his hips still, he rocked forward so that their cocks meet more often than not. Soon it was too much for the feral man and he found himself pulling Jarred into another heated kiss as he drew the boys fingers out of himself, bringing his hand down upon his own erection so that Creed wouldn’t have to get his hands dirty. He moaned into the kiss as Jarred got the hint and wrapped his hand around Creed’s cock, but the feeling soon disappeared as he pulled the kid forward, placing his cock firmly at his opening and slowly, but firmly pressing into the tight entrance. His cock being extra large made Jarred’s body feel very small and so fragile on it, but he tried to go slow so that the boy could accommodate all of him, a task no lover had ever done, willingly.

-

Jarred was almost lost in the delicious feeling of his fingers probing himself and Creed’s erection rubbing against his own, that the kiss came as quite a surprise, but a welcomed one. Creed’s taste was so incredibly unique that he found himself unable to place any part of it, but hoping he could find out later and mix it with some alcohol- then it might truly be as intoxicating as the man beneath him. With a feather-light, reverent touch, Jarred wrapped his slick hand around the larger man’s member and pumped it a few times, making sure to rub his thumb over the head and slit to drive the man properly crazy- no matter how much it would hurt later or during, Jarred was determined to make sure this wasn’t the last chance he got at the man.

He slipped his tongue into Creed’s mouth when the man was distracted by his menstruations and began tasting every part he could reach, his left hand now moving to the space between shoulder and neck to cup almost lovingly, deepening their kiss. However, when the pain from the man entering him was growing to be too much, Jarred bit down roughly on his other shoulder to stop from crying out; the line between pain and pleasure not so much blurred any more.

-

“Easy kid.” Creed tried to coo, but found it damn near impossible with such a tight ass around his cock. He stopped pressing in and backed off a bit, letting the kid get a feel for what he had just gotten himself into. The biting he could handle, it turned him on more, but that was a problem. He didn’t want to kill the kid, and he sure as hell didn’t want to ruin him, but a little pain was good for a body. He reached one clawed hand between them, pumping the kids cock easier than he would have liked to, before pressing in again, moving just a bit more of himself into the willing, if unable, body.

-

Jarred appreciated the tender words and actions Creed was giving him, which seemed so alien coming from the usually insane homicidal maniac, and he tried to relax his body some. Damn it, he was no blushing virgin and this wasn’t his first cock-up-the-ass; he had taken much worse from lovers who actually liked the hurting, so his pain-tolerance was above normal. He could deal with this. At least, that’s what he kept telling himself and took the initiative to lower himself further onto Creed’s partially lubricated erection, closing his eyes and fighting off the pain. When he had gone down a few more inches, Jarred opened his eyes again and went back to the other man’s neck, now licking and nipping lightly.

-

“Oh fuck.” Was all Creed could manage as he pulled the boy down the last couple of inches. Now fully seated in the boy, he let out a deep growl and stilled, forcing himself not to hurt to boy to badly. He was warm and tight and creed had to start moving or he would loose it completely. Pulling out until only the tip of his cock was saturated in the warmth, Creed slammed back into the kid’s body fully. This was bliss.

-

“NYAAH!!” Jarred threw his head back and screamed, he couldn’t force his lips shut any longer. The pain racing through his body was almost to the point of being unbearable and the steel cock inside of him sent pleasure upon pain and then back again as Creed ravaged his opening. Jarred could definitely feel something ripping and blood scenting the air, but it didn’t matter, so long as Creed never stopped moving inside him- it was when the larger man stilled that the pain was most severely evident. “Ngh! AAHHH!” Moans and grunts of pleasure were abandoned in the dark room as Creed thrust into Jarred’s smaller body, the younger man’s cock smothered tightly between their sweat slicked bodies. “Harder!” he breathed out and pushed his hips down to meet Creeds, breathing ragged and hands tightly gripping the other’s shoulders to give him some advantage. “Please…”

-

Creed scented the blood the moment it was shed and the little control he had managed to keep, fled. He pushed himself up, sitting beneath the boy in one fluid motion and was pumping franticly into the willing body, thriving on every scream the boy made. Perfection came in no other way then a blood soaked cock pumping into a screaming body. Creed let his hands guide over the boy, forgetting his cock completely and setting his razor sharp claws to work, slicing small cuts into his chest and shoulders then licking the dropping blood. There was no tenderness or concern in his ministrations, all done to satisfy the beast within, and when that beast was not satisfied, Creed clamped down tight on the boys hips, pressing him harder onto his erection in a bruising grip.

-

Any delusions of pleasure Jarred might have fancied from Creed instantly disappeared as one moment it was a hard and sensual grinding and pounding session, and the next… He was a bloody mess! So many cuts over his once un-marred body the man couldn’t tell where one began and the other ended, or which was even the most recent- they all blurred together in a red mass of scratches and “love” bites and Jarred feared that he was being eaten alive. His body went in to shock while all this happened, the quick change and body mutilation that was being done to his own body made his mind reel. But soon it caught back up again when Creed landed a particularly deep cut just below his sensitive nipple.

“AAHHH!! CREED! VICTOR!! STOP!” Even though he knew screaming would probably be of no use his mouth wouldn’t listen and he grabbed at Creed’s shoulders again, but this time in a panic rather than lust. His wings beat harshly at his and the larger man’s sides before he realized that if creed saw them he would most likely rip them out, so they stayed tucked behind him again while his body trembled.

-

Hearing the name Victor, Creed was pulled from his blissful utopia and back into the room. He was so close it was insane to stop now. He eased his growling, which he hadn’t realized he had started until now and began to purr low, still his hips moved with the same force, but he rubbed his hand down Jarred’s back in a soothing motion and instead of biting him as he would have liked, licked his neck from collar to ear, whispering in a ragged voice, “relax kid… it’s almost over.”

-

“Sh… Sh… Shit…” Jarred’s voice was now shot to hell, but at least Creed had eased up on him. He could still feel blood trickling out of his opening and wrapped his arms tightly around Creed’s neck, an act that would never have been allowed (by either of them) in normal cases, but he needed something big and strong to ground him to consciousness. “Alright,” he was able to murmur out, moving his hips down with a fraction of the passion he had shown earlier and hoping the other came quickly. No, he was not trembling. But damn did he want to.

-

Creed pumped a few more times, the resistance gone from Jarred, the kid was going to pass out on him, he knew it. This was why he never took a ‘friend’ to bed, half the time they didn’t live through it and he still needed the kid. His body stiffened and one more loud growl escaped him as he came hard into the kids bleeding hole. He sat still for a moment as the last of his completion flew over him, cradling Jarred to his chest, then slowly rolled so that Jarred was lying under him on the soft bedding. Adjusting the boy’s wings, he slipped out and winced at the moan he got for his efforts. “Still with me kid?” he asked, as the boy had seemed to stop all movements.

-

When Creed had finally come inside of him, it had felt wonderful! All of the pain nearly vanished as his insides were soothed momentarily and he could relax against something warm and somewhat soft. He was just considering going to sleep on top of Creed (‘serve him right for turning me into a fucking rag doll’) but before he could get his head in a comfortable position the feral mutant had rolled them onto the bed, Jarred now pinned beneath him. ‘Isn’t this what I wanted in the first place?’ A voice inside his head asked, but Jarred quickly shoved it away. ‘Yea, just minus the huge pool of blood underneath me.’

A small moan/whimper escaped him as the large, now flaccid, cock was freed from his abused opening, and he merely blinked up at Creed. “Besides all of the blood and stuff, that wasn’t too bad,” Jarred said softly with a shadow of his usual grin playing of his exhausted features, wishing his voice didn’t sound so weak, as his eye lids started to get heavy.

-

Creed chuckled, the kid’s tough guy attitude never stopped for nothing. Slowly he slid away from the boy who had pleasured him so completely; he was going to be in a lot of pain in the morning. Bending his head down, Creed began the task of cleaning his young lover, something he had learned his animal side liked long ago, pausing only to catch Jarred’s half-lidded gaze and warn, “tell anyone and I’ll rip ‘em off, got it?” his hand fell on Jarred’s balls, messaging them less than gently. He cleaned the boy, licking every cut on his skin, and paying special attention to his abused hole that seemed to be swelling up, before making his way over the winged mans cock. Apparently Jarred liked tongue baths, his cock was standing to greet Creed’s mouth as he approached. “Really?” he mumbled before deciding to lick the hardened member from base to tip.

-

Pain and pleasure certainly seemed to be the theme for tonight, and Jarred didn’t even try to fight back the loud moan as Creed did wonderfully soothing things with his tongue to Jarred’s entrance. His eyes rolled back into his head and he murmured breathily, “No one would ever believe me…” The hands massaging his balls and the tongue lapping at his cock’s head made Jarred buck slightly, pain not completely forgotten from their earlier acts, but held far at bay in the recesses of his consciousness. The tongue that skimmed over his abused body made him grow hard quickly and again he was aching to be entered, even though his brain was screaming against it. “Yessss…” he hissed out when the feral mutant found a sensitive spot and his fingers curled and twisted in the bed sheets. Would Creed never cease to surprise him?

-

Lapping and nipping at the hard cock before him, Creed finally took pity on the quivering mass in his arms and took Jarred completely into his mouth. The boy tasted good, and Creed sucked as if he would rather eat him alive. His hand still rubbing the boys balls, his own cock getting hard, but he wouldn’t put the boy through that again, instead he slid his free hand down and pumped his own, still blood covered, cock roughly.

-

Warmth enveloped Jarred’s desperately needy cock and what he was going to say next was lost to a deep, throaty moan. “Ugh! Oh god, yesss… Oh yesss…” His hips rose of their own accord and his eyes flew open to take in the sight of the mighty Victor Creed, on his knees, blond hair pooling on and around Jarred’s thighs, lips and tongues masterfully working his cock.

The younger man’s wings spread out underneath him and were bent in odd angles, and there were even a few stray feathers littering Creed’s bed, but Jarred didn’t care and wished that the mouth would suck just a little harder.

The pressure was welling up within him and warmth spread over his skin as he grew dangerously close. “Creed… Ngh!” He tried to warn, but one more scrape of the teeth/fangs and swipe of a tongue and Jarred was lost to his own climax. “AAHH!”

-

Creed grunted, swallowing down most of the kid’s come while pumping his own needy cock to climax against the bed. He took his time licking the boy clean again and then moved up the bed to look at him. “Ya all right kid?” he asked, voice gruff from pleasure. He found himself face to feathers with on of the kids wings and pet it gently, the soft feathers feeling wonderful between his fingers.

-

Jarred gazed up at Creed and considered flashing him a thumbs up, but that would require him moving some and he rather liked the feel of the larger man on top of him. “It evens out into a good night,” he stated simply, that ever present smile flashing once more. He hesitated a second before leaning up a few inches and brushing his tongue along Creed’s cheek, where a bit of his own cum had strayed. And then he was back against the wonderfully smooth sheets, eyes practically falling closed again. “Would it be alright… If I stayed on the couch or…” His voice drifted off sleepily, but gained control again. “I can’t walk downstairs without any pants.” It was simply put and true, and Jarred hoped that Creed wouldn’t kick him out of his bed. It was soft and warm and cozy…

-

“Sleep here, I’ll take the couch.” He stated simply, climbing to his feet, the poor kid didn’t know what he was getting into, but at least now if he climbed back into Creed’s bed he would. With one last look at the kid’s body, he threw a blanket over him and left the room. He was wide awake and ready for some more fun, but this fun wouldn’t involve Jarred, no, he would just have to go out and scare some up.

A/N: And so ends out main event- but shall we continue to a side dish that took place only a few hours later? Laced with a bit of melodrama and some more sex?! I knew you would! Comment and then move on!!!

~Cheers!