#2-- Well Past 1 AM

Well Past 1 a.m.
(continued)

(Later- some time around 3 a.m.)

Jarred woke with a start, immediately realizing that this was not his bed and this was certainly not his room and where had those smears of blood on the wall come from? A blanket had been thrown over his naked (?) body and there was something sticky between his legs, which might explain why his body felt as if it had been ground through a meat grinder. As he raised himself up on one elbow, the dark world of this alien room beginning to sway dangerously to his left, the young man was able to pick out bits and pieces of memories of his previous actions. Three bottles of bacardi green apple littered his table beside his lap top, posting with Creed on those stupid journal-things, knocking on a door, Creed’s naked chest, hard kissing, and then…

He rubbed the bridge of his nose as a hammer began to pound against the back of his skull with a few good dull thwacks. “Shit,” Jarred moaned out as the pain went into a crescendo and he had to beat his wings twice to keep form falling back onto the bed, but he decided that getting up would be the best solution; also, after remembering his actions with the very formidable Creed and “little” Creed, Jarred didn’t doubt that he had turned a wrong way in his sleep and a cut had reopened. The blood needed to be cleaned up before Creed got a whiff of it.

Staggering out into the large and spacious living area Jarred found, to his equal dismay and delight, that Creed was currently out, leaving him the luxurious apartment all to himself. He wrapped the blanket around his waist, long brown wings dragging completely against the floor, and made his way into the bathroom, wishing he had thought to bring his Camels with him last night seeing as how he needed a nicotine fix after that romp in the sack. Waking up drunk and naked in another person’s bed wasn’t that unheard of for Jarred, however most lover’s didn’t leave him in a comatose state and just walk out…

-

It had been a good night, three kills in a little more than two hours, they weren’t bad fucks either, but Creed still couldn’t get Jared out of his mind. What was so different about him? Maybe because the kid came to him willingly? With a sigh, he tried to forget about it, but he just couldn’t. Shaking his head he made his way back to the hotel, stopping by the kids room to bring him some clothing. The kid lived like a pig, cloths thrown all over the place, Creed sniffed around for clean ones and finding something resembling an outfit, he started to head back to his room, but not before catching a glimpse of Jared’s first love, camels. He grabbed the pack and headed out.

He didn’t knock, why bother, it was his suit. As he entered, he found the fresh scent of blood and followed it to the bathroom where the shower was running. “Kid, how you feelin’?” he tried to hide the slight worry behind a growl but it came out sounding too annoyed and he mentally kicked himself for it. Pressing on as to not have to explain, he slid the clothing on top of the toilet and pulled back the curtain. The kid was a mess, cuts and swells all over, his ass was where the blood had come from and Creed actually felt a ping of guilt, though be it a small one. “Got ya some cloths… and these.” He held up the pack of smokes with a wry grin.

-

Jarred felt his face flush when he heard someone entering the bathroom and recognized the voice as Creed’s- of course, who else would be brave (or stupid) enough to enter the man’s domain uninvited? But he hadn’t even heard the door opening and closing, nor the bathroom door sliding farther open than it had been left in his hurry to get rid of the mess. He noted the annoyed tone in his boss’ voice and wished that he had not crawled out of the warm bed and back into reality so soon… ‘God damn, I am a stupid slut,’ he thought pathetically, hearing the pad of feet against the bathroom floor but not taking real note of them before the curtain slid open to expose his naked body for the world, but mainly Creed, to see.

His face flushed a deeper red, even though their previous actions ran in a blur through his mind, but he blamed it on the steamy shower. ‘Not a virgin, not a timid girl, not a virgin, not a timid girl,’ was his mental mantra as he tried to mask his feelings with cool indifference. “Oh fine, I just feel like a scratching post is all.” A grin was ready to soften the sting of the words, although it was probably not needed anyways, and Jarred turned back to his shower for a moment, tilting his chin up so that his face was sprayed with a hot torrent of water that ran over his shoulders and down his back, helping to ease his sore muscles. Ducking back out of the hot water, letting it pound against his hacked chest, he didn’t face the large man, but rather addressed his question to the knobs that controlled the showerhead. “Thanks... And you? Get any good hits in?”

-

With a sigh, Creed reached into the shower and yanked the smaller man with one arm into a slight embrace, kissing him deeply as he did earlier. He didn’t know how long he had been kissing the boy, but when he released him Creed found himself gasping for air. “I’m sorry.” He said quietly, sitting the smokes on the toilet seat and leaving the bathroom without another word.

-

The sudden kiss had left him breathless and grasping hold of the tiled wall for support, but the apology knocked every last ounce of oxygen from Jared’s lungs and he stared after the man as he walked out. “What… the fuck?” It took a moment for Jared’s mind to catch up with current time, but when it did it hit him. Hard. And he violently twisted the shower off, wrapped a stray towel around his waist (it was used but still dry and right now he didn’t care very much), and walked out into the living area, dripping wet and bare chest gleaming in the light, wings also heavy with water.

-

Creed looked up from his spot in front of the computers with a questioning look. “What?” he asked, this time really annoyed, the kid was dripping water all over his carpet.

-

Jared shook himself off a little before actually padding onto the rich carpet but walked over to Creed and his electronic crap, dully noting the warning tone but going forward anyways, his slight limp barely evident in his confident stride. He was raised better than to accept this… “I don’t want it, nor do I need it- save it for someone weak enough to accept it. I am a strong and capable mutant, well learned and with good people skills- I, in no way, shape or form, need your pity!” His eyes were bright and, even though they were thoroughly soaked, his wings began to pull up along side his body as a natural instinct. “So I screamed a little, try me again- I’ll prove myself to you!”

-

“You stupid little fuck!” Creed got to his feet and stared, chest to face with the boy, a growl building. He didn’t apologize for anything and the one time he decided to, out of whatever, some punk ass kid thinks it’s fucking pity?! Reaching down, Creed wrapped one hand around the smaller mans throat, “it wasn’t pity you stupid fuck, I felt bad for hurtin’ ya, but trust me…” he squeezed a little to make his point, “it wont happen again.” He violently pushed Jared backwards and to the ground by his throat. He didn’t need this shit from some lay… even if it had meant something to him.

-

Jared quickly rolled off of his back, feeling extremely vulnerable with his naked stomach exposed like that, but didn’t rise any further than leaning over on his knees, one hand splayed to keep his balance, the other gently massaging his bruised throat. His wings were now splayed out around him on the floor and he looked up at the towering mammoth of a man. How could he have been wrong? He had seen that look on so many people’s faces; all looking down on him and telling him that mutants were just humanity’s fuck ups and, no matter how talented and gifted and amazing one may be, it still had to be hidden away like dirty laundry.

Jared coughed twice, trying to get his throat muscles working again, before he rasped out, “Then… You don’t think… I’m no good? I’m… Just a… Weakling?” His brown hair fell into his face and stuck against his skin, and now the cold a/c on his wet skin made goosebumps appear, and to top it off his blue eyes were probably shining- ‘How can he not think I’m pathetic?’ Jared thought miserably, now feeling as if a kick in the gut would feel better. And to top it all off a few more scratches had reopened when he had been tossed to the floor.

-

Creed sighed heavily, he was at it again, his ‘mutants are no good’ ranting and ‘we are the dominant species’ crap. Figures he would think Creed thought little of him. “No, I don’t.” he growled, walking to the small kitchen and pulling open the freezer to retrieve an ice pack… or three. The kid was pretty banged up now and bleeding again. What was he going to do with him? A one night romp in the sheets was turning into an over night nightmare. “Here.” He handed Jared the ice packs and stalked over to the couch, sitting down and rubbing his face before leaning his head back. He had suddenly gotten very tired. ‘This is why you don’t care about anyone,’ he reminded himself, ‘ya already got too much shit to deal with without complicating things.’ He sighed again.

-

Pressing the ice pack first against one side of his bruised throat, and then trailing it to the other side, Jared let out a slight moan of comfort. While his skin was still heated from the shower, the already melting pack felt nice against his bruised flesh and he had never truly realized how much good ice did a person’s body when it was hurting. He didn’t blame Creed for getting annoyed with him, but the continuous stream of sighs were now getting on his nerves and to his already hurting head, so he closed his eyes and tried to block out the feral mutant, concentrating solely on the ice against his skin- he didn’t even care that he was still on the floor, now off of his hands and knees, or that his towel had become loose and was drooping dangerously low. A minute or two passed by in this silence and, try as he might, he couldn’t get Creed out of his head.

Letting his own sigh escape his lips, Jared opened his eyes again and stared pointedly at the floor, ice pack now resting against his chest. “I suppose this is why you always kill your lovers then?” He asked, echoing Creed’s own thoughts. “I mean, you don’t have to worry about misunderstandings with a corpse…” He shrugged helplessly and felt his body growing tired again.

-

Creed laughed in spite of himself, “yeah, corpses don’t argue… but I don’t consider those lovers, just fucks.” He pulled himself up from the couch, walking over to Jared who seemed totally spent and grabbing one arm semi-gently, pulling him up as well. “Common’ kid, it’s past your bedtime.” He slowly steered Jared on wobbly legs toward the bedroom and this time actually made space on the bed instead of the blanket and pillow covered floor. “Here, crash, I’ll take the floor.” He turned and pulled off his shirt, pushing some of the bedding on the floor around until he found a desirable spot and to lie down.

-

Before he returned, Creed found his way out of his pants and into the bed, curling up comfortably in the blankets. Jared had invited him after all, and even if he didn’t do cuddling, he had to admit that thought of having him in his arms for just one night was inviting.

-

After quickly finding his Camels on his pile of clothes on top of the toilet, Jared smiled happily and walked back to the bedroom, in his tired haze of a brain completely forgetting said clothing. But it wasn’t as if Creed hadn’t seen him naked twice already this evening, so he shrugged it off and entered the room.

He was happy to find that Creed already lay beneath the sheets, his well-muscled torso completely visible, as if to taunt the younger man. Feeling no shame, and maybe a little bit of pride at having survived a fuck fest with the feral, Jared let the towel slip off of his hips and fall to the floor at his feet before coming around to the side of the bed that Creed was not on and sliding beneath the thin sheets. Setting his pack of cigarettes down on the floor, where he was sure to remember them, Jared wondered if he should lean over and give Creed a good night peck on the cheek or if he would get swiped at.

-

Creed rolled over as the mattress dipped, pulling Jared close to himself, he would have preferred to have Jared’s head resting on his chest, but spooning was fine too. “Don’t mind, do ya?” he asked with a deep purr in his voice as he kissed and licked the back of Jared’s smooth neck, soothing the bruises a bit.

-

While the tongue that Jared had quickly grown to love, hate, and then love again made him moan softly his consent, he realized that his wings would prove to be a problem if they stayed like this. Biting back a sigh, because it really was a lovely position, what with Creed pressing up against his back side like that, Jared twisted around in the man’s arms and placed a hand strategically on the other’s hip- just low enough to suggest the possibilities, and yet still high enough to trail up and down a very strong back if the opportunity presented itself. His wings readjusted behind him and out of the way again, Jared looked up into Creed’s face and gave a smile. “I hope you don’t mind, but this feels nice too,” he said softly, nudging just a bit closer to let Creed feel his own hips and the warmth coming from both of their bodies.

-

“Kid…” groaned Creed as their erections touched again, this was too much for one night, he was going to kill the kid. Slowly he rolled onto his back, dragging the boy with him and catching him in another one of their hot kisses. He couldn’t fuck the kid again, but there were other options, so he figured he would let the kid decide.

-

After their kiss ended Jared, having it’s usual effect on him and leaving his slightly breathless, he straddled Creed and placed both hands on top of the strong chest for leverage, a stray thumb running over the other man’s sensitive nipple and he leaned forward to capture that bud between his teeth. A little nip to get Creed’s full attention, a lavish lick, a little suction, and then a graze of teeth again; Jared wasn’t sure what would excite the man, other than blood, so he hoped a little payback might be what the other man wanted.

As his mouth was busy bruising that nipple, his fingers came up to tweak the other, working it up and then rubbing circles around it before pinching it harshly again. Jarred could feel the body responding beneath his and was eager to explore more of Creed, tucking his wings back and out of the way while using his legs to push more of the sheets lower down his new lover’s body.

-

Creed laughed a bit, but enjoyed the attention all the same, purring and growling at the feel of the pleasure/pain he usually dished out to others. He pressed his cock through the sheets into the boy, grinding his hips hard to let Jared know that he liked this particular type of attention. His own hands merely rested on the kid’s thighs, rubbing up and down in an almost gentile motion as he writhed.

-

Deciding to take the laugh as a sign that he wasn’t anywhere close to being ripped apart again by the animal (although his mind was having a hard time trying to back up the story of why that would be so bad), the younger man slid his blunt nails over the nipple and ran them down Creed’s chest, ribs, and abdomen to rest on his hips, fingers turning into his own claws to grip the skin, while his lips continued to abuse the small bud in between them.

When Creed rubbed their cocks together through the thin fabric the friction was unbelievable and Jared didn’t really fight back a surprised moan, nor did he stop himself from giving Creed a very appreciative bite just below the nipple he was working with his teeth. He pushed his own hips forward a little but then pulled them away, wanting to continue with his menstruations, liking the feel of the rock-hard body beneath him, wanting his touch.

-

A moan tore from Creed at the bite, this was nice, real nice and he didn’t want Jared to stop but he moved his cock away and Creed grunted. He hands slid up Jared’s legs, finding the hard mounds of his ass and squeezing them while pulling him down again for another hard grind. “Come on kid, you can bite harder than that.” He practically moaned out threw a series of purrs. He wouldn’t admit it to the boy, but if Creed weren’t careful he would come with only what the kid was doing to him.

-

“Oh I can, yeah, just didn’t want it to be too much for you,” Jared panted and he sent Creed a smirk that he knew would get to the man, shining with over-confidence. Really, Jared didn’t have the faintest idea of what he was doing; he was always more of a tough-guy’s bitch really. However, if Creed wanted it to hurt, then he was determined to draw a little blood.

Two strong hands grabbing his ass and crushing their erections together made him groan loudly and it took everything he had not to just start dry humping the man’s leg. Jared let the hands remain where the were, enjoying their bruising strength too much to try and over ride it, and his mouth descended on Creed’s neck this time, just above the collar bone and to the side, where he licked and sucked to make it nice and tender. And he bit down. Hard.

-

With another loud moan, Creed pulled their bodies together yet again, the bite driving him into movement. He couldn’t smell blood, but the burn was delicious and it was all he could do to not just throw the boy over and fuck him into the mattress right there. He felt a wonderful tremble run through his body and didn’t fight it. He was so fucking close and he had hardly been touched. Damn kid was like a drug he couldn’t get enough of.

-

Trying not to look too proud of himself, the bite was pushed to the back of his mind as the delicious grinding continued, each keeping rhythm to a silent song, but which seemed to speed up every second. The growling and purring were extremely erotic and the thought that Jared was causing the man to make those sounds almost drove him over the edge. He wanted to entwine their legs in order to push their bodies flush together, practically becoming one, but the sheets wrapped around their ankles and waists.

Jared was fed up with the fabric as it hinder him from touching Creed all over, so it was hurriedly pushed away and he lowered his naked body onto the other’s. “Oh fuck…” He moaned out and thrust his leaking erection hard against Creed’s, rubbing the tip against the hard, lean stomach as an electric heat seemed to race through his body. It was so tormenting, but so good all at once, and Jared bit down harder on Creed’s neck, just an inch above the previous mark.

-

This time the lust combined with the thick smell of his own blood and Creed did loose it. He grabbed Jared bruisingly hard by the ass, speeding up their grinds until he was whimpering… him, Creed, Sabretooth, was whimpering? What was the kid doing to him? He felt his body tighten and pulled Jared away from his neck into a kiss that tasted of blood and passion. The grinding became sloppy yet overpowering and Creed growled deep into his ‘lovers?’ mouth as he came.

-

Jared may have held the allusion that he was in charge, since he had been on top, but he had never felt so submissive before in his entire life. First blood had filled his mouth, an interesting and exotic taste, since he had never tried it before, and then his lips were crushed against Creed’s, their bodies sweat-slicked and hot. Jared felt the feral mutant climax underneath him and soon found his own release, breaking the kiss and arching his back as he came with a cry, muscles tightening and he could have sworn stars flashed. Fireworks could have gone off but he wouldn’t have cared, so long as Creed’s tight grip didn’t let go; he felt as if he would simply pass out if he did.

Limply Jared fell back to Creed’s side and lay on his stomach, panting and completely spent. Climaxes had been strong with other lovers, but nothing could compare to what Creed had put him through and made him experience. “This… is not a… a one time thing… You know that, right? …Fuck…” He lay beside Creed, sharing the same pillow, and as he turned to look at the other mutant a sense of rightness fell over him. Although he would not show it!

-

Creed laughed, but his completion was already wearing off and his mind was racing. He had never intended to take a lover, not in the least bit, lovers were dangerous things, but he let the kid go. If he wanted to crawl into Creed’s bed now and again, he wouldn’t tell him no, often. “Alright kid.” He let out in a breathy laugh and pulled the boy close, making him rest his head on Creed’s large chest. “Nighty night time.” he whispered, kissing the kid on the forehead… alright, this was just getting weird, but Creed dared not move, he didn’t need Jared upset again.

-

Jared threw his left arm across Creed’s waist and used it to pull himself flush against the other man, cheek laying against smooth flesh and hard muscle, but after a moment he looked up at Creed with a quirked brow. “I never knew you to be one who gave in so easily…” Jared murmured teasingly and rested his head lower on Creed’s chest before the feral could reply, the back of his neck bare, nose lightly rubbing against a nipple and taking in the pleasant scent of the other man. Maybe he was a little drunk, or still riding the waves of bliss from his orgasm, or maybe his feelings were actually being reciprocated. The sleepy angel didn’t know and wasn’t ready to diagnose it at this late/early hour. Instead he let his fingers brush above Creed’s right hip and tongue come out to delicately lick at the bud like a goodnight kiss.

For the time being… This was just nice.

-

Creed closed his eyes, really unable to sleep since he now had an arm full of hot Jared. What was the kid doing to him; this was so out of character for the larger than life feral. With a small sigh he pulled the kid closer, snuggling him and trying not to think about the fact that he was. This was nice, as long as it was only one night, but Creed got the distinct feeling Jared didn’t want one night, and that was a problem he was suddenly to tired to deal with. Soon he fell into a deep, restless sleep, dreaming of all the ways he would kill Wolverine and his young lover, while a small fear played in the back of his head that Logan would find out about Jared.

A/N: And so ends our second story! Please let me know what you think and I’ll probably get the rest up tomorrow night.

~Cheers!