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

A Gift- of Sorts
Part Three


Chuckling a little at the kid’s reaction, Creed pulled himself up on his elbows, smiling ferally at the kid. “You sure that’s what you want boy?” he asked purring again, letting his tongue dart out to touch the boy’s cock, but only slightly. For once Creed was in no rush and wanted to take his time, but the boy seemed determined to rush things. “Just relax, I don’t want to break my new toy.” He added quietly as his head dipped down again, his tongue pushing into the kid with renewed strength, stretching him.

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With a small shiver that raced throughout his body in wave upon euphoric wave, Jared’s head fell back against the dirt and he gasped as the tongue slid along his leaking head. If Creed wouldn’t hurry up and take him, the angel doubted he could last much longer; however, their first time echoed menacingly through his head and it was enough to get the younger man to shut up. As the tongue pushed relentlessly into his opening, doing a surprisingly good job at preparing him, Jared found it very difficult to stop his hips from thrusting down, shoving more of the man’s face into him, and needy whimpers were beginning to escape from between his lips. A hand rose to rub against his own chest and across his abs, fingers trailing across his nipples and eliciting softer moans still.

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Creed couldn’t take it any longer, it was time and with one swift movement, he sat up on his knees and pulled the boy into his lap, leaning over to kiss him hard. The kiss was searing and Creed felt he might melt form the heat of it, but he pushed forward anyway, pressing his hard cock into Jared’s ass half way with a loud moan. Stroking the boy some, he broke the kiss and began to push until his full length was concealed in the boy’s body.

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It had hurt like hell the first time, and the second wasn’t proving to be much easier. However, Jared bit his bottom lip and endured it, all the while Creed paid special attention to his erection trapped between their bodies, and he knew the discomfort would end soon… And he was right. Once Creed was fully nestled within his tight ass, their bodies flush, lips and tongues battling in an inferno-like kiss, the angel felt his insides burning in a very pleasant way and wanted more. He wrapped his long arms around the other man’s neck and shoulders and began to thrust his hips down slightly, urging Creed into harder movements. As if that weren’t enough, Jared tightened his arms around Creed’s strong shoulders and murmured into the other’s ear, “Please, fuck me… Fuck me now… Do it hard and make me yours…” He was breathless from trying to contain his raw need and sweat began forming on his upper lip as he delved back into the kiss.

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Drawing back, Creed slammed into the willing body, claiming him was something done in pain, and though Creed had no urge to show the boy pain, he did as he was asked. He repeated the motion, pulling out until only his head was engulfed in the tight heat and slamming back in so the tightness covered all his cock. It was good, so good, but all too soon the saliva coated body began to dry and once the movements began to get to harsh, he fumbled around on the ground around them, finally finding his lost tube of lubricant. As he pulled out for his next thrust, Creed managed to drip enough on himself to feel the passage turn to satin. A loud moan escaped his lips, kiss broken; he returned himself to that delicious neck the boy had, biting harder, he was sure to leave a bruise if not worse.

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Jared moaned, groaned, sighed, and whimpered there on the forest floor, trapped between his lover and the hard earth- both unrelenting and causing some sort of pain. He winced as the lubricant-spit dried up and he was left to feel the raw effects of what Creed was doing to his body. Pain laced through his lower body but he fought down a yell, seeing that the other man had already begun properly preparing himself- a little late, but the angel wouldn’t complain so long as they could return as quick as possible to their recent actions.

As the feral slid back inside of him with much more ease and soothed away the little pain that had begun, Jared rolled his hips in time to meet those thrusts, angling it just right so the larger man would hit… “God yes!!” Jared cried out and his back arched, Creed had found his prostate with length to spare and it sent shock waves to his cock of pleasure. The brilliant feeling, along with teeth and lips and tongue playing along his neck, and Jared was soon lost to the sensations, yelling Victor Creed’s name while his orgasm racked his slender body, arms wrapping tightly around the feral’s shoulders and head thrown back in abandon. “Fuck!!” He cried out and hardly noticed his skin opening to bleed a little where a new cut had formed by Creed's menstruations.

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Lapping at the fresh blood he had managed to produce from the Jared’s neck, Creed felt the boy’s orgasm hit, hard. The warm body under him went ridged and his tight passage began to mike Creed’s cock, begging for him to come. Finally, after two more violent pumps, he did, slamming into the boy so hard that his balls were squeezed between their bodies almost painfully. A feral cry left his lips; half roar half yell and Creed threw his head back in reckless abandon.

Panting heavily, Creed managed to catch himself on his muscled arms before falling forward into the quivering mass in front of him. He leaned down, kissing and licking Jared’s face almost affectionately before letting his limp cock slid free of the hot body. Taking a spot next to the boy, again being cautious of his wings, Creed pulled Jared onto his chest, laying him across half oh his stomach and removing the pressure from the angelic appendages. “Fucks right.” He whispered in a horse growl.

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“Damn good fuck, too,” Jared replied while attempting to catch his breath, his grin bright while his body fell into a happy, sated comatose state, his own arms and naked chest, dripping with sweat, pressed tightly against Creed’s; he didn’t even mind the rough earth they were laying on top of or the fact that a casual hiker could have strolled by at any minute and gotten quite a good show. Jared lightly nuzzled the feral’s neck, licking just below the ear, and basked in the afterglow of their sex.

If it hadn’t been for the fact that he had already come, the angel doubted he could have held out with that last sexual roar, it more erotic than intimidating, and his cock was already stirring again. Jared raised himself up a bit and licked Creed’s ear lobe, taking the soft and tender flesh between his teeth and letting his tongue stroke what it could reach- the feral tasted wonderful dripping with sweat and smelling of sex. He draped a slender leg over the larger man’s and pressed himself against his lover, moaning softly in the ear. “Next time you should warn me you have this planned though, then I can bring a blanket or something,” Jared pouted cutely before getting back to work on the ear.

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Creed couldn’t suppress a chuckle as the boy worked his ear, apparently he wanted another round, and Creed would be more than happy to oblige. Purring, he pulled the boy completely onto his body, lying chest-to-chest and groin-to-groin with him. He pressed his lips to Jared’s, again igniting another fiery kiss, and ran his hands all over the boy’s hot body. Slowly he rolled his hips in a circular motion, mewing into the kiss with every contact his newly hard cock made with Jared’s, and slid one hand down to catch the boy’s ass, using his leverage to make the grinds harder.

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Jared sighed happily as Creed seemed to read his mind and gave him exactly what he wanted… Well, almost. Breaking the kiss, the angel moved downwards, licking and nipping as he went at whatever bit of flesh he could attach his lips to, and soon came to the other man’s stomach. He rubbed himself downwards, making sure to trail his wings just delicately enough to have the soft feathers trace along Creed’s thighs and legs, and, ignoring the cock right in front of his face, opted to move further downwards and lap at the balls. While one hand was running up and down the feral’s thigh, the other came up to rub against the base of the cock while he licked and sucked at the balls.

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Moaning, Creed spread his legs to better accommodate the boy. The ministrations feeling to good that all Creed could do was whimper and moan, hand sliding over the boy’s face to tangle in his hair. He wanted Jared to take him into his mouth, like that morning, but the light teasing felt so good he dare not ask. Instead he arched his back only slightly, reveling in the feel of the other’s lips on his sack.

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Jared grinned inwardly as Creed responded well to his touches, his ego (and other parts) inflating just a bit more at the evidence that the angel could dominate the feral in at least this part of the game. Taking his lips from the soft sac, he added more pressure to the base of Creed’s cock and raised himself, so that his mouth lay only a few inches away and his hot breath was ghosting over the leaking head. Tightening his fingers around the hard length, Jared pulled at Creed’s erection slowly up and downwards and traced his tongue along the slit, enjoying the taste enough to wrap his lips around the very tip and suck lightly.

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Creed moaned and writhed under Jared’s touch, the kid was a genius at blowjobs. Hell, the kid was a genius at almost everything. Creed pressed his hips forward, trying to get the boy to take more of him into his mouth as one hand played with the feather soft locks the boy called hair. This was sheer bliss, sheer torturous bliss and if Creed didn’t know better, he would say that Jared was trying to drive him out of his mind. The other hand dug into the ground, pulling and clawing at the grassy earth. He needed the boy, badly, but for a man his size to beg was insane, thank god Creed had never had to worry about that before. “Fuck, Jared… come on… you’re killin’ me here.” He moaned out in a voice all too human.

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It was a rare pleasure that someone got to hear breathy moans like that coming from Creed- or, at least, live to savor the moment later; and the younger man decided later would be a much better time for this moment-savoring business, since right now he was intently working on savoring something else. Who would have thought that Jared would ever hold a quivering and completely edible Victor Creed, also known as Sabertooth and countless other aliases, desperate and powerless with want for his touch? Jared grinned triumphantly as he lowered his lips excruciatingly slowly onto Creed’s cock, savoring the silky texture and hardness. His eyes closed serenely as he worked the muscle.

As his lips worked their way down, his rough tongue rubbed against the head in slow circles, and the angel let out a moan that would make any lesser man cum right there and then. With a very audible slurp, Jared raised his head again, hand coming up once more to slowly work the cock, and donned a mock-contemplative expression. “Don’t you think this would be better if we were in a bed?” He asked, while making sure to keep the pressure of his massaging to the bare minimum, his other hand rubbing the feral’s balls roughly in contrast. “I’d hate for you to be done after just this…” Another cocky smirk and a lick of the slit.

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The kid was talking, but Creed just couldn’t make out what he was saying, the sensations were killing him, he was sure of it. After everything he had been through, after everyone he had beaten down to survive this long, he would die from a blowjob, he just knew it. He moaned and writhed under the gentile touch, wanting more but unable to find his voice to ask for it. A guttural growl fell from his chest as Jared squeezed his balls, still speaking, but what weird noises he made. Creed panted and finally able to move his head looked down his body in enough time to watch as the boy ran his tongue through the slit on the end of his cock. A whimper broke free, something he was sure to be embarrassed about later, but there was nothing Creed could do but throw his head back against the unforgiving earth. The action cleared it a bit and suddenly all Jared’s words made sense. “Fuck a bed…” he ground out, thrusting his hips into Jared’s less than adequate touch.

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Jared smirked again but quickly descended on the leaking cock, lips wrapping over the head and downwards to take in as much as he could comfortably. He knew it was past the time that he could play with Creed and simply let the feral fuck his mouth, teeth scraping against the hard muscle after every few shallow thrusts, but they were probably enjoyed or not even noticed. His hand became rougher while it worked Creed’s balls, and was soon joined by the one that had been pumping the heated flesh higher up. That hand helped the other for a moment before traveling farther south and, after only the briefest of hesitations, rubbed against the larger man’s opening. However it was over far too soon, and the wonderfully bitter but smooth taste of Creed filled Jared’s mouth and he swallowed as much as he could quickly, the rest left to run down his face in small rivulets. After licking his lips, Jared made his way back up Creed’s body and smiled down at the other man before leaning in for a kiss. He pulled back slightly and murmured, “Do you need a cigarette too?”



A/N: As a side note, for those interested, I have done some photo manipulations of Jared Leto and have given him wings! ^^;; Not the best work ever, but they don’t look too bad. If you would like the link e-mail me at Twisteds_mini@yahoo.com!

~Cheers!