Reformed Sinner or Expecting the unexpected

Ingonyama - No! I really *don't* have a Creed fetish! I don't even like the guy!



Chicken - I have waaaaaay way way waaay too much free time ;) And yeah! You fiend you! Writing such a delicious fic and not finishing it! You should be most horribly ashamed! ;)



Chapter four



Logan was out by the lake, his pockets in his hands. It was a beautiful morning, the fog had rolled down through the hills and out onto the water, creating a kind of soft blanket that begged to be - BAMPF



"LOOK OUT!" Only Logans hunter instincts saved him from the tidel wave of water that headed towards the shore as a small blue ball of fur and smoke headed gloshed into the water. Peering out from behind the tree that he'd hid behind, Logan sheathed his claws and bit back a smirk as Kurt re-surfaced, gasping for air -



"Jesus Christ ist es kalt!" He teleported rapidly to the shore and stood shivering in dripping wet clothes,



"Mornin" Logan said lazily, half smiling as he sauntered over, hands in his pockets as if Nightcrawlers teleported into the middle of the lake every day. Kurt looked up at him, squeezing out the water from the front of his shirt, "was that planned?" The Wolverine asked, lighting a cigar as he nodded at the lake. Kurt made a shaky gesture with his hand,



"Sort of. Miscalculated. Zer distance looks different from Kittys ro-" Kurt bit his lower lip, blushing just a little. Logan rolled his eyes,



"What did you *do* this time?" He sighed tiredly, though inside he was already grinning in anticipation,



"Nothing...?" Kurts guilty grin - so childish and genuine - made the Wolverine grin in reply, dropping his head so Nightcrawler wouldn't see,



"You're fuckin unbelievable" He growled, though both of them were suprised by the note of genuine affection in his voice. They stood in near silence as Kurt rang out his clothes...Logan had to stop himself from reaching out to help, concentrating instead on the serious buisness of smoking,



"Look..." Kurt sighed, his gaze trained on the floor - too thick lashes all but hiding the amber glow of his eyes as he blushed, just enough to be delicious, "about yesterday -"



"You'd be best off goin to the boat house" Logan interupted, perhaps a little louder than necissary, "Jesus, you're shiverin" He growled, shrugging off his jacket and throwing it around Kurts shoulders despite the teleporters weak protests, "here" Logan caught Kurts strangely fingered hands between his own, raising them to his mouth to blow hot air on them, all the time aware of Kurts yellow eyed gaze trailed on him, "come on" Kurt trailed behind him, that yellow eyed gaze levelled on the back of his neck all the way. Logan led the way up the stairs to the little apartment that was situated above the actual boathouse,



"Mmm toasty varm" Kurt hugged himself, eyes shut, arms wrapped around his torso as he luxuriated in the sudden warmth of the place before stripping off his wet clothes. Logan felt himself go scarlett and turned his back in the pretense of looking out the window, whilst telling the sudden erection to mind its own damn buisness and go back to sleep,



"Do you vant a drink?" Logan turned to see Nightcrawler clad only in his boxers and the Wolverines jacket...damn...Kurt had *legs*...this was a major revelation to the Wolverine. He was used to seeing those legs wrapped in awful day glow lime pants that were too baggy to reveal anything important but now -



"What?" Logan blinked, "no" Kurt nodded in acknowledge, unfazed as usual by the total lack of manners heading his way. Logan went back to staring at Kurts legs. They were long, much longer than he'd expected for someone so short, and as shapely as any womans. His fingers tightened on the arms of the chair as he resisted the sudden urge to lick the back of Kurts knees...he looked delicious. Logans eyes remained fixed on his legs as the blue german continued to make a drink, the heavy jacket he wore, flapping teasingly around his blue flesh, revealing the hint of a tight, squeezable ass clad in vile lime boxers,



"If you vant to look closer...you only have to ask, mein herr" Kurt's voice was so soft that Logan almost missed it...when had he moved to stand behind Kurt? When had he reached out and pulled the blue man closer, his hands flat against a washboard stomach, feeling the sensuous slide of lithe muscles beneath his fingers? Who cared when Kurt was leaning back against him, hands on his hips and an encouraging breathy moan catching in the base of his throat. Logan buried his face in Kurts hair inhaling deeply - spice, that dime a dozen candy from the eight till late and a kind of gypsy wild smell that Logan had never touched before, "Logan" He let his hands roam up under the jacket, unsuprised at the warmth beneath as he buried his fingers into the short blue fur, brushing against the sensative skin as - "Logan" - as his mouth traced a pattern over the back and sides of Kurts neck - "*Logan*"



"Jesus Christ, what?" He snapped, annoyed that his study of Kurts pulse was being interuppted. Nightcrawler turned around in his arms - oh god that felt good, how much soft skin could one guy have - a fully formed erection jarring off Logans hip caused them both to catch their breath,



"Vhat's happening here?" Kurt asked, his voice barely above a whisper, the lust in his eyes belying the fact he didn't actually care. Logan looked down at him with a raised eyebrow, his hands stilling against the smaller mans trim waist, "obviously ve're not painting valls but..." Kurt smiled a little at the answering flare of humour in those warm dark eyes,



"We'll figure it out later" Logan half promised, leaning forward to press a kiss to a mouth that was so pretty it was obscene. Lips were softer than Logan had thought possible - a tiny rational part of his mind wondered if the elf used the gunk that girls did - he was swept away in the kiss. Kurt yeilded in every way possible, hips tilting forward - against Logans own, grinding them teasingly - his fingers fisting in Logans hair as those legs - fucking hell, those *legs* - moved to wrap around his waist one at a time. Logan grunted at the sudden shift of weight, his hands sliding down quickly to cup that tight, smooth, hard muscled ass...the ass that begged to be squeezed...and Logan was always generous when it came to begging. Kurt tore away from the kiss to moan into the hollow of the Wolverines throat as his backside was kneeded thouroughly through the suddenly too tight fabric of his boxers,



"Bitte, Volverine" He breathed, "ah" He unwrapped his legs from Logans waist, stepping away briefly to get rid of his pesky boxers and - grunted as he was gathered up again and pushed against the doorframe next to them. Logan tored open the jacket, buttons pinging off into the darker regions of the boathouse, and buried his face in the soft, short fur of Kurts chest, feeling the blue mans fingers tangle in his hair with a series of pleading little noises as Logan located a nipple and sucked at it viciously, tugging it gently with his teeth and feeling Kurts spine arch with the sheer pleasure of it. Logan pulled away, biting back a groan, as one of Kurts three fingered hands worked at the buttons of his trousers, reaching inside to pull his aching cock free. Wolverine ran two fingers over the blue elfs lips almost questioningly, gasping roughly as Kurt accepted the fingers, suckling them, tongue swirling sinfully. He looked at Logan from beneath a thick mesh of dark indigo lashes, the heat there making the other man groan, his hips pounding forward instinctively. Kurt released the fingers with a low moan, his arms rising to grab hold of the edge of the doorframe, panting heavily as Logans slick fingers gently circled the tight pucker of his ass, "YES!" Kurts head cracked off the doorframe as one of Logans fingers slipped inside him, "bitte, please Logan" Kurt begged, hips rocking awkwardly, trapped against the doorframe, moaning and writhing as the Wolverine found *that* *spot* deep inside him. Logan growled softly as Nightcrawler writhed against him, adding a second finger, scissoring them carefully together and damn well near coming as Kurt bit into the sensative skin of his neck desperately, three fingered hands clawing over the skin of his back, raking dark red gouges that only served to make Logans cock impossibly harder,



"Want ya, elf" He growled low into a pointed ear, nipping at the delicate skin, nosing aside a soft curl to suckle the sensative skin just beneath,



"Please!" Kurt whined, pushing into Logan as much as he could. The transaction from fingers to cock was smooth, fast and *hard*, Kurt went wild, writhing as much as he could, kisses and bites mingled so closely together that Logan could no longer tell which was which as he thrust into that hot, almost too tight welcoming passage,



"Fuck" He ground out, hips catching a fast hard rhythm that made both of them moan. Logan watched, unable not too, as Kurt jerked with each thrust, his moans and gabbled snatches of German becoming more frantic, his hands reaching up once more to the doorframe as Logans hands ran down his sides, thumbs pausing to roughly rub Kurts nipples,



"Yes, ja, bitte, please, Logan liebe, fuck, mmm Ich - I'm - ach Logan please!" Kurt wailed as Logan filled him over and over again, his hard cock sliding perfectly inside him, never once breaking it's hard rhythm against the little nub of nerves that was shoving him closer and closer to the edge. Logan growled wordlessly, lips pressed against the firm flesh of Kurts outer arm, snarling a bite as Nightcrawler suddenly tightened around his cock, "LOGAN!" Kurt shuddered, his inner muscles spasming around the impossibly hot cock that still pounded him against the doorframe, moaning pitifully as he rode the aftershocks. Logan growled, teeth sinking into the tender flesh of Kurts neck as he came harder than he had in his life, his seed filling and overflowing from Nightcrawlers ass. Wolverine rested his forehead against Kurts as they both caught their breath,



"Mmm, perfect" He murmured, voice low and husky. One of Kurts three fingered hands stroked down the side of his face, tender and soft,



"Ja...it's a shame it vas only a dream" -



Logan jolted awake in the moonlight that flooded in through his bedroom window. He snarled, feeling the stickiness that soaked the sheets as he shifted to sit up. He looked dolefully at his pillows and wished - not for the first time - that he could suffocate himself and have done with it. Trying not to think, Logan got up with a sigh and changed the sheets, growling at himself as he did so,



"Why do you always fall for somethin y'can't have?"



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A/N : - this was written whilst listenin to Cab Calloways 'Minnie the Moocher'...for some reason I think it's appropriate whilst Kurts excersising his inner slut lol