Dark Angel

Chapter 4
The Present.....

They seemed to only work good together whenever they were on a mission. Sent together to a recon mission in Canada Vanquish thought they could grow a bit closer but the place he called home brought him so many bad memories. The closer they got to the border the more his wrist would twitch on the wheel of the car. He sulked the whole trip not wanting to show her around, not even visit Alpha Flight. They went and gone giving the Professor what he needed, they didn't ever share a shoulder in the car on the way up or back. Taking his Harley, one day Vanquish strapped down and wrapped her arms around his waist missing that closeness. It was a warm day and he wore no jacket just a tank top and his regular jeans. Adorning a bra top and skirt with boots Vanquish rode as close as she could to him. She didn't ask if she could come she just hopped on wanting to be near him.

'Remember the time on this bike going down the highway.....'
'Yeah darlin' I remember!'
'Wanna make a new memory?!'

He turned around shaking his head no making her bit embarrassed at the notion.

'Why not?!' she asked disappointed.
'Business first!.'
'That's all it is to you lately.'
'What?!'
'Nothing!'

They rode down a country road with nothing but tall grass and farm animals along the way. Vanquish pulled the front of his shirt from his pants running her hands up and down the smooth black hair on his chest. She felt him shift but not sure if it was from pleasure or annoyance, so she continued. Her nails scratched him lightly to put a tingle in his spine then she went for his belt. Unfastened, she then went for his zipper. The bike shifted and swerved before she could do anything past the zipper.

'What're ya doin'?'
'Nothing I'm just trying...'
'Stop trying before I crash and get you hurt.'
'At least you still care a little,' she said defeated.

She fixed his jeans and held onto his shoulders the rest of the ride. They made a pit stop or at least Logan did behind a tree and Vanquish made her way to a manmade lake. She stood there not turning to look at Logan stuffing his shirt into his pants. She didn't know what the problem was. Was it her, was it the way she acted, if it was how was that? All these questions ran through her brain but she was at her wits end. She couldn't help, Kurt couldn't help and it seemed that Logan didn't want to help. She didn't know what to do.

'Logan?'
'Darlin...'

She didn't know what to say she just acted. She lunged herself into his body wrapping her arms around his neck kissing him like a woman kisses her sailor husband back from a year long tour. Logan fell back onto the ground holding her making sure she didn't get hurt. His hands laid on her hip as her legs straddled his hips. Her hands grabbed at the wild soft hair on his head pulling his head back allowing her lips to kiss his neck. Her tongue played with his Adam’s apple as it bobbed up and down with each swallow. Her hands found his shirt ripping it in half exposing that hard tanned body she missed being on top of her. She played with his nipples with her tongue nipping and biting them hearing him growl in his throat.

'Van....'
'Mmmm yes Logan?'

She pulled herself to face him, kissing his nose, dragging his tongue along his lips, grinding her hips in his lap, but noticed something amiss.

'Vanquish?'

She pulled herself upright and looked at him waiting for whatever he had to say. He sat up and began hugging her tightly his face buried in her neck. Vanquish exhaled through her nose and furrowed her brow fighting back tears.

'I'm sorry baby.'

It was all he said. The only responses were the birds in the nearby tree and the ducks on the lake. She rested her head on his stroking his head.

'Me too.'

They left the field heading back towards Westchester not saying a word to each other. Parking the bike in the garage, Vanquish got off heading towards the house.

'I still love you.'

That day Logan did regret the way it ended with Vanquish but along the way they did become friends and Kurt still helped out when they both needed it. He sat on his balcony one sunny day smoking a Cuban looking at Vanquish sitting on a blanket by herself. He was tempted to go talk to her sensing how sad she was. Once in a while she would turn to look at him until Kurt came to see what was wrong. He was too far away to hear their conversation, but he heard her laugh and knew everything was all right. He stood up and saw Vanquish tag Kurt on the shoulder and she began to run.

'Tag huh. What's so good about a kid's game anyways?'

She must have told Kurt he couldn't bamf because all he did was run and hop after her. His tail caught her ankle and she stopped to catch her breath. Kurt jumping up was caught instantly as she stepped on his tail gently. By this time Logan had made his way downstairs to get a closer look of their game. Tickled how cute she could be sometimes, missing that great smile. Apparently Kurt was 'it' again and there went Vanquish in the woods. Logan jogged to catch up to them to see how much fun they were having feeling a pang of jealousy rising in him. Chasing is half the fun he told himself.

'C'mon Kurt try and catch me!!'
'You shouldn't give your position away.'

Logan was only a few feet from the both of them but with the sun setting soon, Kurt would have advantage especially since he couldn't bamf, the smell of his brimstone a big detector of his presence. A few trees away Logan saw Vanquish looking for Kurt. Hearing a noise behind her she began to run and soon found herself on the ground on top of Kurt.

'Haha, sorry Kurt.... I thought you were behind me.'
'It's okay, I guess you're it.'
'Yeah I guess so.'

Vanquish felt the softness of his furry hand slide up her back as he drew her closer into a kiss. Seconds slipped away as Vanquish pulled herself away from him looking into his glowing yellow eyes.
'Oh Vanquish I'm sorry.'

She shook her head and lowered herself against his lips. As soft as his body the kiss was slow, a little hard as if held back for years. His arms wrapped around her, his tail holding her legs, the tip of it creeping up her sundress massaging her ass. Logan watched as his good friend kissed his girl, his ex girl like he used to. Slowly tasting her, the soft lips the smooth tongue as it slipped past Kurt's (his) lips in a silent melodic tango drinking him as if to quench a long thirst. Her moan was so familiar to him, wanting more from the body beneath her; needing to feel more of him, yes he remembered it well. Kurt's hands moved to the knot behind her back untying it pushing the rest of her dress from her breasts taking one into his mouth. His (Logan's) fangs nip into the hot flesh suckling the nipple wanting to heighten her pleasure. Kurt (Logan) watched her bite her lip fighting the pleasured scream she needed to let go as the tongue snaked around the whole breast laving it sloppily as he moved to the next one. Logan watched remembering the tightening of her belly as he did the same feeling her nails dig into his shoulders for release of the mounting ecstasy in her body. The sun was letting go it's light for Logan to see the woman he prematurely let go being pleasured.

Kurt (Logan) felt his cock growing with a wanton lust of need to be inside her. Logan's hand held the hard flesh inside his pants as he saw the dark creature turn Vanquish over settling her gently on the ground peeling her dress away from her body.

'I've been vanting you for a long time Vanquish. I ached to touch you like this.'

The faint light between the trees shimmered across her smile as she heard words she needed to hear for a long time. Logan looked up at the sky squeezing himself realizing what an ass he had been.

'I vant to make you feel like you're the only vomen on the planet right now. You're so special I vant you to know it.'

He kissed down her belly licking her belly button getting a squealing laugh from her. Logan couldn't remember the last time he made her laugh like that or at all for that matter. Kurt curled his fingers around the band of her panties and rolled them down her thighs tossing them near Logan. He bent down between her legs smelling her scent sending a shiver down his back, the scent riding the light breeze against Logan's nostrils making his body also quiver.

'You smell so sweet, do you taste the same as well?'

Her fingers crept through his blue-black hair pulling him closer to her lips. His bright pink tongue darted out to her pink hole tasting the cum Logan was sure pooled at her entrance. He licked his lips remembering the sweet tangy taste of her pussy on his lips and tongue. Dragging it slowly as his fuzzy friend did that very moment making her moan and roll her hips wanting him deeper inside her. His hand squeezed his cock so hard it hurt, it need release. She grabbed her heavy tits rolling them in her hands squeezing and pulling at them relieving them of their tension to be touched. Logan watched the tongue circle around the tip of her clit; the sucking and slurping of his mouth eating the very essence of his former lover sent a raging heat from his balls to the tip of his cock.

He began rubbing his head with his thumb as Kurt dug his face into her making her scream his name over and over pulling at his hair for dear life. His mind, his body remembered it clearly the creamy cum filling his mouth as her orgasm spilled through her, her body on the verge of collapsing.

'Don't stop Kurt don't stop!!!'

Her voice rang in Logan's ears his name replaced with his best friends, her body now his. Over and over she screamed clutching Kurt's head with her legs needing him in the right spot for another wave to ripple through her body until she can't take anymore. The darkness enveloped over all of them a tinge of light over her body made her visible, the heat coursing through her, Kurt invisible to his eye. It was like watching a movie of a girl being pleasured by a long lost ghost, him, the one she wanted making her body glow like a spark from a growing flame.

'I need you,' she said.

How many times had she said that to him, how many? Logan saw the shadow of Kurt moving he guessed taking off his clothes heeding her request. Her legs moved further apart his dark hand covering her thigh. He knew her body was readying itself for him, closing her eyes telling her body to get ready, squeezing the last quiver of her last orgasm to make her body shiver, Kurt watched all of this and how Logan realized how much he missed it.

'Are you sure Vanquish? Do you vant this, vant me?'

Something he never really asked a woman, appropriate giving her a second thought. Something inside Logan wished she would reconsider but he knew she wouldn't. He heard her sighing as Kurt eased himself inside her not yet wanting the full thrust he would've done. Vanquish cooed and groaned as Kurt settled fully inside her, his own moans loud enough for Logan to hear. He imagined Kurt's tail wagging, one hand holding a breast as the other held him above her. He watched her perfect form rocking against Kurt's steady pace as his cock filled her spread her aching walls filling them with the pleasure she needed from him for months now. Each moan made Logan's cock throb and beg to be stroked; his hand matched the pace of Kurt's movement, wishing his course rough hand were as smooth as her creamy tunnel. Kurt mumbled something in German but Logan couldn't quite catch it, but it had to be along the lines of, 'oh shit' or 'fuck'.

'You feel so good, so tight and wet, I must go faster.'
'Mmmmmm, ah Kurt harder, harder Kurt.'

Logan shut his eyes tight trying to ignore how good he made her feel, how he wanted to make her feel now. Angry at his stupid childish fantasy of a woman who didn't want him, he felt a surge of heat rush past him as Vanquish began glowing brighter lighting their show for Logan to see. He watched Kurt pump his cock in and out of Vanquish's sopping pussy faster and harder with each second passing. Her legs were now pressed against her, Kurt's body pounding his hips as deep as they could go, her screams echoing across the vast trees and lake nearby. Begging and pleading for Kurt to fuck her harder, her nails, cut through the dark shag on his back reaching his skin; making him seethe in lusting pain. His own fangs glowing brightly as he grabbed her hips slapping his hips against her ass loudly. They both groaned, growled like two animals belonging to the wild. Yes, yes, yes spilled from their lips, Logan's cock hurt from his hard jerking watching them, her. His hand pumped furiously as he saw her ride Kurt, bouncing her ass bumping against her walls and g-spot. Kurt's hands playing with the full bouncing tits rubbing his thumbs over her nipples causing her to go faster.

He knows how those pink lips and cunt felt over his cock sliding up and down squeezing him until he pulled her down on him thrusting himself inside her until she screamed his name.

'Kurt ohh Kurt mmmmmm!!!!!'

Yeah just like that. The moment was building he knew it, he knew her, one more position Kurt and ya got her any position, flipping her over on her back pumping himself into a frenzy. His thumb grinds her clit his mouth sucks at her breast; she bucks like a wild bronco riding him. Matching his movements feeling the tingle rise in her belly in seconds they all cum together only Logan's is quiet while Kurt yells in German and Vanquish obscenities. Logan's squirts his load on the tree he's hiding behind not wanting the leaves to give him away as Kurt's fills inside Vanquish's cunt spilling over his cock onto the ground. Collapsing onto the ground, the both catch a breath, Vanquish's body settles down and Logan is left in the dark. Putting his cock back into his pants he waits to move not alerting them.

'Are you okay?'
'Yes Kurt.'
'I'm sorry I didn't mean...'
'Didn't mean to have sex with me?'
'No, I meant like this but I couldn't stand not vanting to touch you any longer.'
'It's alright, I really enjoyed myself.'
'Good, I'm glad.'

In a puff of smoke they both disappeared leaving Logan with himself and her panties by his feet. He picked them up putting them in his pocket. Moving towards the house he heard footsteps but knew whom it was.

'Look like she break both our hearts,' Remy said going towards the house.
'Yeah, but I did it first Cajun.'

Logan made his way up the steps and went to Vanquish's door. He smelled Kurt's smoke and knew she was alone. He knocked on the door and waited. When she opened the door he looked at her with a sad regretful face.

'Logan? What's the matter?'
'You fergot these.'

He handed her the panties she left behind, kissed her on the lips and whispered in her ear.

'I'm sorry I didn't know what I had when I had it darlin', but as long as yer happy, I'm happy.'
'You're lying.'
'Yeah but I mean it.'

He left her in her doorway and went into his bedroom. She heard the usual squeak of his bed, no thanks to them always rocking it and closed her door. Kurt came back that night and stayed with her. The next morning before the sun rose, Vanquish snuck away and tapped on Logan's balcony door. He opened it and all she did was hug him as tight as she could.

'At least you realize you lost something special.'
'As long as I'm still kickin' I got a shot.'

Remy sat on the opposite side of them on his own terrace watching them embrace. Vanquish noticed him staring as he flicked his deck of cards into the early morning air. He’d been outside Vanquish’s door waiting to see if she was in the mood to ‘talk’, but the smell of brimstone shocked him, so he went back to his own. Standing there naked he only blew her a kiss returning back to the room.

‘All’s fair…..’ Remy said.