I Am the Hunted

Ok, back from vacation, have to finish my chapter :) Sorry for da corny chapter title, but I thought it was funny....

Logan looked at Hank, slowly letting that long-hidden desire surface. He was sure that by this point, he wouldn't be able to hold it back anymore anyway, what with the big man so deliciously close to him....oooh those lips....Logan tilted his neck, giving Hank better access to the suprisingly soft flesh there, which was occassionally stubbled. He trailed his tongue along Logan's jawline, up his chin, to his slightly parted lips, tracing their outline softly, teasingly. Logan reached his hand up and rubbed it along Beast's massive chest, taking in every muscle and every curve. Hank began to kiss Logan, softly at first, then more hungrily, causing the smaller man to moan into Hank's mouth. Shivers went down Logan's back as Hank reached around and began squeezing that tight, firm ass of his. Logan growled deeply as Hank bit at his bottom lip, not too hard, but enough to cause a delicious sensation of pain mixed with pleasure through Logan's body. Logan's cock was raging hard now, bulging so hard against his jeans that he thought they would burst. Beast moved his mouth back down to Logan's neck, biting at the sensitive flesh there, while running one hand over his ass and the other playing with his pants line. Logan took the hint and began to undo his belt and unbutton his jeans. Hank slid them down his legs, slowly, letting them rub over the increasingly sensitive flesh. Soon the shirt followed, leaving Logan's bare chest open to the chill air of Hank's room. "Mmm, God," Logan mumbled as Hank lowered his head to take in his hardened nipples, biting them sharply, then sliding his hot tongue over them, making Logan moan even louder. Hank's own huge bulge was teasingly close to Logan and Logan reached out towards Hank's pants, tugging on them slightly, not having the words to say what he really wanted. Hank grinned, sliding his own pants off, then his shirt, and left only his lab coat on. He was monstrously thick and long, and Logan ached for him to be inside of him. "Go and lean over the examining table," Hank ordered him. Logan's own dick was so hard by now that he felt like he could cum right then and there. Hank roughly pushed Logan down furtherr thr the examining table, pinning his outstretched arms above him with his own hands. "Is this what you want Logan, to have me fucking you?" Logan managed to growl out "Yes." Beast leaned forward and slid his tongue up the entire length of Logan's back, making Logan throw his head back. Hank let go of Logan's hands but Logan didn't move them. Hank spit into his hand and lubed up that enormous cock of his. He positioned it at Logan's entrance. Logan's breathing was coming in small, shallow breaths now. With one cruel thrust he entered Logan fully, filling him up entirely. Logan screamed, digging his nails into the cold metal of the table. He almost shot his load right then, but he knew he had to hold it. "FUCK!" Logan screamed. Hank positioned his large hands around Logan's waist and began to thrust inside of him. He found that delicious spot, making Logan moan again and again. He pounded him, over and over, he thrust in to the hilt. Logan's sweat was making his body move on the table with each thrust from Hank. "You like that don't you Wolverine," Hank said against his ear. The use of that name made Logan impossibly harder. Logan was now matching Hank's thrusts with his own. "Unnn, yeah..." Logan gritted his teeth as he could feel it starting to tense up. Beast smashed into Logan harder and harder until Logan couldn't hold it back anymore and he shot his load onto the floor. Hank th int into him again and again, grinding his massive, furry hips into Logan, finally coming in him, spilling so much seed that it leaked all the way down Logan's legs. He slowly withdrew from Logan, turning him around and kissing him on the lips. "I hope we can do this again," Beast said against his mouth. "You know, I think you're overdue for a checkup Logan," he said, looking into Logan's eyes. Logan smiled. "You betcha Hank," Logan said. They both cleaned themselves up and Logan left to get a beer. He walked outside and again smelled a familiar scent. He was close. Very close. But this time he wouldn't get just Logan when Kurt comes to try and help Logan.