#3-- A Gift- of sorts...

A Gift- of Sorts
Part Two


Creed growled as he took a hit to the arm, the kid learned too fucking fast. He turned with the attack, avoiding any major damage and catching the kid off guard, his sword resting neatly against the kid’s neck when the movement finally stopped. He had no urge to hurt the boy, so he held it a bit away, but his point was made. “Attacking ain’t enough, even if ya did get lucky and actually hit something, you have to defend yourself at the same time.” pulling the sword away he inspected his arm, the bleeding had already stopped and now he knew for sure that these bad boys were every bit as sharp as their maker had promised.

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Jared had felt a swell of pride when his blade had connected with something, but when their little dance ended and he was panting with a sword near his throat, and Creed’s arm bleeding, that feeling went away quickly to be replaced with dread. “Shit! I actually got you?” He practically yelped and moved forward to make sure the fresh wound wasn’t deep and he winced at what he saw- but already it had started to heal, leaving not even a scar on the flesh, only a torn shirt sleeve. Jared held the sword’s handle in his left hand while his right pressed against the unmarked flesh and he looked up at Creed with worry. He knew the feral could heal himself from worse scrapes, the mission at Frost Enterprises four nights ago proof enough; however it still had to hurt. “Are you okay?”

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“Naw kid, I’m gonna die.” Creed said a frown creasing his face. “Of course I’m fine, why do you think I only brought two?!” he practically yelled waving his own sword around. Still, the kid was concerned and it touched Creed in ways a two-dollar whore couldn’t. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, smelling Jared and sex. He wanted to get this over with quickly. “Sorry… frustrated.” He offered as explanation, motioning toward his obvious erection. “Lets go again.”

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“Well excuse the fuck out of me,” Jared replied, albeit more huffily and bitchy than he had intended to, and strode a few feet away to regain his ‘center’, switching the smooth ivory handle from his left hand back to his right. He took in a deep breath, closing his eyes to really get a feel for the new weapon in his hand, and opened them another moment later, all thoughts of his lover's obvious arousal and his own stirring one being pushed to the back of his mind. Creed was completely heeled and ready for another go, and perhaps now he wouldn’t underestimate the younger man.

Jared’s thumb ran against the handle while he tried to think of the best way to go about surprising Creed again, and opted for a sneakier approach. Taking charge again, he flapped his wings once to relax them and went for the feral’s right side. While he hoped Creed concentrated on him going for that side, he switched mid-step and instead tried the left, watching his sword’s twin fly beautifully through the air.

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Creed blocked the attack, though it was a sloppy block. He just barely kept the blade from making contact and nearly lost his own sword in the process, but time for fun was over and before Jared could recover from his attack, Creed had launched his own. Moving with the momentum of the first, he swung around aiming for Jared’s exposed neck.

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“NYAH!!” Jared cried out and ducked down onto the forest floor just in time to save his head, however he forgot the fact that his jacket was down there and tripped, lying sprawled on the wet grass and sharp branches and twigs. “Ow ow ow…” He groaned and sent a half-assed glare up to the feral. “You didn’t say you were going to attack back.”

His butt was in the throes of immense pain and his handsome sword of death lay a few feet away, but the angel’s pride wouldn’t let him admit defeat just yet. Crab walking over to Creed, he kicked the other man’s foot lightly and gave him a pointed, determined look. “Help me up and I’ll kick your ass! Come on!”

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Creed laughed at the kid, he was just too much. Reaching down he hauled the kid up, pulling him close to his body. Pressing into Jared, he kissed him hard on the lips, demanding entrance with his tongue. He thoroughly savaged the kid’s mouth before finally releasing his grip and pushing the kid away. “One more go, you loose I get ta fuck ya right here, you win we go back to the hotel and I fuck ya anyway.” Creed grinned, liking his odds.

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Dazed by the heated kiss, Jared stumbled back a few steps and tried to decide which one sounded more appealing- a comfy bed would be nice and probably easier on his back, however it would be quicker to just let the other man take him now in the woods, hard length not pressed against his stomach but rather pounding inside of him. Suppressing a stupid grin, he hurried to pick up his beloved sword, and the angel faced Creed one more time (trying to convince himself that forfeiting would be bad for some reason).”I think I can agree to those terms,” Jared replied cockily and he felt more sure of himself now, handle resting like an old friend in his grip, and he waited just a few seconds longer this time before running at the Feral. Wings curved back, not for protection, but more for balance, and feathers shifted as if he were in flight to help direct his movements, and Jared found himself in front of Creed quicker this time, swinging Asmodai for all he was worth.

*A/N: There is a complete description of the two swords on Jared’s profile, but you have to go through the group’s main page first and click on “Divine_Dominant”! =p What? You thought I would make this easy?

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The kid moved fast, and as Creed went to dodge the sword, it found it’s self some flesh. He hissed as the knife cut though his opposite shoulder and turned, swinging violently at the sword, he wouldn’t risk actually swinging at the kid. As the two swords made contact sparks flew, Creed used the slight distraction to his advantage and twisted himself behind the boy, catching his wrist and bending the sword to one side of his neck, as he brought his own sword to the other, making an x of adimantium around the boys throat. “Uncle?” asked Creed, lust filling his voice.

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Leaning back into the delicious warmth, Jared arched his backside into the other man’s groin and tilted his neck to the side as a show of submissiveness. “Didn’t know you were into role playing too,” he murmured coyly, letting his free hand trail over to Creed’s hip and grip it tightly, firmly holding it in place as he rocked his hips again, this time more slow and deliberate. It felt unexplainably nice being trapped against the stronger man, and Jared enjoyed the feel of the cold metal against the heated skin of his exposed neck.

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Creed ground his hips forward letting a light moan escape his lips. “Fuck role playing, I’m gonna make you scream my name.” He practically purred out, tossing his sword to the side, then taking Jared’s and matching suit. His hands quickly slid to the boys hips, pulling him back against Creed’s hard erection and his mouth found the flesh of the boy’s neck, licking and biting it gently. The wings were mere cushions for Creed to lean against, though he did so with concern. He didn’t want to break those pretty feathers as he ground into the boy’s ass, dry humping him through their clothing.

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Jared couldn’t, and wouldn’t, fight back a loud moan as Creed’s teeth gnawed on his sensitive skin, since he knew loud noises were one of the things the other man liked best and he wanted very much for Creed to enjoy himself- because of the swords. Moving his wings further from his body and the one that was now grounding into his ass, Jared let his left hand hold Creed’s hip bone tighter while his now free right hand traced through the feral’s long blond hair; it was silky and sweaty and felt wonderful between his fingers, and if the angel pressed just a little bit harder then the bites and the suction would get harder, which made his own erection tighten his jeans considerably. Jared came close to mewling once when Creed found a very sensitive spot, and the teasing was becoming unbearable.

Breaking out of Creed’s arms, Jared spun around to face the feral and instantly claimed his mouth, hands traveling under the shirt and up to massage his strong torso; thumbs finding the other’s nipples and rubbing fevered circles.

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Creed moaned into the kiss and grabbed the kid’s ass cheeks, hauling him up so that Jared had to wrap his legs around the large mutant. Again, he found the delicious friction as he ground his hips forward into that perfect and wanting ass. Breaking the kiss, Creed put the boy down and began to undress him by tearing his shirt off. “You wanna keep the pants? Then you had better shed them now.” Was all he could ground out in a husky voice as he fumbled in his pocket. Giving the kid the swords may have been the reason they had come here, but Creed had had no intentions of leaving without fucking the kid first. He pulled his own shirt over his head, throwing it to the ground behind the boy before undoing his own pants. This was gonna be good.

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Jared sighed some as another shirt bit the dust, thanks to Creed’s needy claws, but it wasn’t mourned long as he took in the sight of a now shirtless feral unzipping his jeans; a well-tanned and toned torso, heavily muscled arms, and a six-pack made of steel- all for the angel to taste, touch, and be dominated by! His grin formed into a needy expression of parted lips and darkening eyes, and Jared walked the two feet that separated them in no time, lips latching on to a perfect bud. He quickly unzipped his own pants while his tongue darted out to tease the hardened nipple, and a hand delved inside Creed’s own opened pants to wrap it’s fingers around the hard length. As the smaller man worked the hard length and lapped at the nipple, his left hand tried to obey Creed’s orders and pushed down on his jeans, which pooled around his ankles and were hastily kicked away, after shoes and socks were toed off.

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Creed couldn’t get enough of the boy; he was so attentive to every spot on the older man that needed the attention. He moaned and let the boy do his work, head falling back as Jared stroked his now overly hard cock. Unable to wait any longer, Creed pushed the boy back onto the make shift bed, his shirt, and after shedding his own pants, fell to his knees. It couldn’t be comfortable for Jared to lie on his wings like that, but Creed knew in moments he wouldn’t care. He bent down, dipping his head between the boy’s wonton thighs and licked him from rectum to balls. He boy tasted so good that Creed did it again before pulling the kids legs over his shoulders and probing him with his tongue over and over, opening the boy up for himself.

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Jared moaned loudly again, resigning himself to the fact that Creed was going to make him a very vocal lover by the end of all of this, and he withered as the feral began fucking him with his tongue. The hot, moist feel of the tongue touching his walls was almost as good as the man’s lips around his cock from the night before- almost. Now his erection was weeping to be touched and the hot tongue poking at his opening and roaming over all of his sensitive areas in his nether regions was driving the angel mad. “Stop teasing…” He groaned pitifully and gave a breathless gasp, hands reaching out to grip the earth around him, as they wanted to stray to Creed’s head and push that wonderful mouth in the right direction. The muscles were beginning to clench in Jared’s stomach and the familiar wave of heat began spreading up his body. “Please, Victor… Need you now…”




A/N: *fans self* Like it so far? Then please continue to the next part! =^^=

~Cheers!