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The Last Word
Title: The Last Word
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: Logan is rminrmined to get the last word in
Comments: angela9in@ureach.com
Author’s Website: Darkness Prevails (http://home.bellsouth.net/p/s/community.dll?ep=16&groupid=137913&ck=)
Archive: yes, with permission
Warnings: language and hot m/m action
Pairing: Scott/Logan
Rating: NC-17
Author’s Notes: This story is set in the beginning of the X-Men United universe when Logan comes back to the Xavier Institute. This story picks up where the Scott/Logan motorcycle scene left off.
Disclaimer: Marvel Comics and 20th Century Fox own the X-Men characters. I’m just borrowing them for a little bit. I promise to return them unharmed.
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‘You fill it up.’ “Who the hell does he think he is? I’m the one who’s been driving all week to get back to the school.” I can’t help but to mumble my complaints to myself as I catch the keys thrown by “one-eyed”.
“I’m sorry. Did you say something to me Logan or are you still talking to yourself?”
I give the bastard a warning glare. He knows better than to push me. “God, I’ve missed this.”
“This?” he asks.
“This.” I use my hands to gesture towards myself than to him.
He smiles smugly. “What? Are stunning conversations?”
“Nope, I’ve missed you acting like a cold-hearted bitch.” I look at him in defiance waiting for his biting comeback.
He approaches me slowly letting his frown turn up into a small cunning smirk. “Well, you did always manage to pull her out of me.”
“It’s too bad I couldn’t manage to pull that broomstick out of your ass instead.” I growl back. I really had missed our sparring matches over the last few months. Summers always managed to get me all fired up, and truth be known, I lived purely to piss him off.
He whispers in my ear just before he exits the room, “I can’t help it I was born with it in there. Besides, we both know what you’d like to put up there instead don’t we?”
My mouth drops to the floor in shock. “You fucking cock tease” I whisper back to his retreating back. I couldn’t tell if he had heard me or not, but regardless my cock was still feeling neglected.
I felt like I had never left the Institute. They all accepted me back as if I had only been gone for a few days not months. Jean and I picked-up where we had left off, flirting regardless of the pain it may have caused Scott. Storm and Rogue talked about the usual shit, and Summers continued ignoring his growing desire for me.
I find myself watching him throughout dinner, noticing every gesture he makes. I’m fascinated by the way he holds his silverware and glassware. I had never noticed how strong his hands looked before. They are powerful and confident as they bring the silverware to his sweet lips. God, his lips are red tonight, and his cheeks are slightly flushed matching his ruby lenses. I can’t help but to stare at his perfect nose, wondering what it would be like to lick its smooth length.
“Logan, what do you think? Logan?”
I tore my gaze away and instead saw the Professor’s questioning gaze. I had not a clue what I had just been asked. I had been caught. They all looked at me wondering what had gotten me so distracted.
“He asked you what you think about Mystique. Do you think she’s alive or not?” I turn my head to look at the annoying prick. Mr. Perfect hadn’t been distracted by my leering stare. He had heard every damn word, and I couldn’t hold back the snarl that came out.
“I really don’t give a fuck about that cold-hearted bitch.”
“Language Logan”, the professor warned. “I was just curious if you thought you had killed her or not.”
“I’m sure he didn’t. He’s not that powerful.” I can’t help but smirk at his comeback.
“Well, I’m sure I could do more damage to her than you Scooter.”
He looks at the professor probably calculating what an immature reaction to me would cost him. He decides to play it safe, like the fearless leader that he is, “Well, I certainly hope I never have the chance to prove you wrong. I don’t like going around killing other people or mutants.” I smile at his not-so obvious insult. He was calling me a killer to my face, and the others weren’t even aware of what he was doing. He was seriously beginning to piss me off with this “holier than thou” attitude.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some work to do down in the garage.” I watch him walk out the door for the second time that day. He had certainly not changed over the last few months. He always had to get the last word in when we were fighting.
I wait a couple of minutes before I head off after him, no since in getting everyone on edge thinking that I was going to go rip Summer’s head off. I had just decided that it was my turn to get the last word in for a change.
I find him in the garage cleaning up his precious bike. Sometimes I wonder if he cares more about his toys than he does Jean. He was polishing the chrome where my boots had smudged it, and I couldn’t help but to notice the view. He was bent over rubbing the smudge marks fiercely, and his tight ass jerked side to side with the movement
“What’s got you so fired up kid?”
“Don’t call me kid old man.”
“I should have known you would get your panties in a wad worrying about your bike. I didn’t scar her or damage her. I just rode her good and hard like she needed.” I tease inching myself closer to him and the bike.
He snorts at my remark, and I couldn’t help but to feel offended. “Is that really the best you can do Logan? I think you’re out of practice. Where did you get that biting remark, a porn movie or a bike magazine?”
I arch a brow in surprise. The kid had gotten really good at this stuff while I was gone. He had also gotten cockier, more conceited, and bitchier. I couldn’t wait to wipe that smartass smirk off his gorgeous face. It had been too long since I had my way with Summers, and he needed a reminder of who was in charge.
“Damn, I’m gone for six months, and you’ve already forgotten your place Slim.” I love how my approach makes him nervous. I can smell the fear and desire radiating off of his body. He wants nothing more than for me to take charge and fuck him into next week. “I guess I’m going to have to put you back in it.”
Just as I have him cornered by the bike, he slips under my arm and heads further into the garage. I smile knowing how much he likes me to chase him like prey. Yeah, the boy definitely likes the animal in me.
“Logan, this isn’t going to happen. What happened last time was a mistake. We never should have…”
I shut him up with a demanding kiss gaining access to his tongue before he has a chance to pull away. He wraps his arms around my neck and holds on tight as I pick him off the ground and carry him over to some hot-ass blue sports car. I can’t help but look at the car as I devour his mouth. I’m 99% sure it’s his ride, and I can’t wait to take it out for a spin.
“Don’t even think about it Logan. You are not taking this car out for a ride.”
“That’s a real shame because I really wanted to see what she could do out on the road. Oh well, I guess I’ll have to settle riding her owner instead.”
I can’t help but laugh as he struggles to get away from me. I’ve really got him fired up now assuming that he wants to ride my cock. “What’s wrong baby? Did I presume too much?”
“Yes! I told you to stop. We’re not doing this anymore. I don’t find you the least bit attractive, and you repulse me with your crude comments.” He attempts to push me away, but I can tell this is all a game for him too.
I pick him up and place him lying down on the hood of his ride. He’s protesting like crazy about the paint job and the dents we might cause. “Shut the fuck up Summers. I will take you when and wherever I want to, and right now I want you spread out on the hood of this sexy-ass car begging me to ride you hard and long.”
He begins to protest again, but I put my hand over his mouth to clarify my wishes. “I said to shut up Scott. I don’t want to hear anything else coming out of that sweet mouth except ‘fuck me harder Logan.’ Do you understand? You wouldn’t want to piss me off now would you?” He shakes his head ‘no’ hoping that I won’t punish him for being disobedient. He loves being spanked for his punishment, but that’s not what he needs tonight.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to think I tattooed your ass on this car. You got that boy?”
I lift my hand off of his mouth and wait for his response. I could feel his hard cock through his pants, and I couldn’t help but smile when he said breathlessly, “Yes.”
I don’t waste anytime. I rip open his button-down shirt listening to the buttons flying across the garage. I bend down and kiss him hard, biting his lower lip in the process. His moans are a mixture of pain and arousal, and the taste of his blood sends me into “Wolverine Mode”.
“You know this is going to hurt right?” I ask ripping his jeans open with my teeth. He nods in understanding as I swallow his cock whole. He arches his back off of the car, and I find myself mesmerized by his beauty.
“Oh God Logan, hurt me good baby.”
I’m determined not to prolong this any longer than possible, so I throw his pants on the greasy floor, and begin to prepare him for my cock. This is meant to be a fuck and nothing else. There is no time or need for sweet romantic bullshit. This is going to be balls slapping on his ass fucking. I shove my spit-covered finger into him watching him lift his hips in need for more. If I had the patience I would tease him with my finger, make him cum fucking himself on my fingers, but I want this too bad to play around.
The mere sight of him sprawled out naked on the hood of his car is nearly enough to push me over the edge. I pull him down closer to me, so I can fuck him standing up. His shirt lies to his sides and under his back allowing me to pull him down effortlessly. I unzip my pants and pull out my cock. It’s as hard as steel, and I dive right into him like I had never left for all of these months. He is understandably tight, and I can’t help but to smile knowing that he hadn’t been with another man.
I push his knees further down to his chest and pump into him hard and demanding. He’s moaning and talking like a street whore begging me to fuck him and not to stop. I shove two of my fingers into his mouth, and he eagerly begins to suck on them. I’m drawn to the vision of my fingers going in and out of that hot mouth. I’m fucking his mouth so hard that spit begins to come down the corners of his mouth causing me to moan even louder.
I know that neither of us will last long. This is meant to be quick and all-consuming. I bend down and lick the spit off the corners of his mouth and his chin, and my change in position causes me to hit his inner most “sweet spot”.
“Yes…Logan, oh God that’s it. I love your cock in me claiming me like this. Make me yours Logan. Fuck me into next week.”
“I should stop fucking you so well. You don’t deserve it after the way you talked to me,” I tease lifting myself back into standing position.
“Please don’t stop baby. I’m sorry for being a bitch.” I laugh as he tries fucking himself on my cock, but I put my hands on his hips to stop him.
“Logan, I thought you were going to tattoo my ass on this car? Maybe you’re not man enough now”, he smiles luring me into his trap.
“God you are so demanding”, I smile driving into him hard once again. I don’t stop hitting his spot or pumping his cock until his hot spunk comes all over my hand and on his stomach. Somehow, I manage to hold off my own orgasm until he is completely spent because I relish the feel of his ass clamping down on my cock as he comes.
After a few moments of rest, I zip up my pants, grab his pants off the ground and toss them to him. He lays there, immobile, and I see him struggling to catch his breath. I pull him up into sitting position, and help him put his pants on since his hands are shaking. I kiss him lightly on his lips and pinch his nipples hard.
“Well Slim, looks like you got another vehicle to polish.”
He looks down at the mess on the car and growls in frustration. I walk out of the garage smiling, knowing that I had finally gotten in the last word, and that I had reclaimed my property, Mr. Scott Summers.
As I am heading upstairs, I overhear him talking to him and and I stop to listen. “Thanks a lot Logan. How the hell am I supposed to get spunk off a $20,000 paint job?”
I laugh thinking that it certainly does feel good putting him back in his place, and I couldn’t help but shiver in pleasure thinking that he could clean his spunk off with his own tongue. I’m sure the car wouldn’t complain; I know I wouldn’t.
The End
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Author: Darkestangel
Summary: Logan is rminrmined to get the last word in
Comments: angela9in@ureach.com
Author’s Website: Darkness Prevails (http://home.bellsouth.net/p/s/community.dll?ep=16&groupid=137913&ck=)
Archive: yes, with permission
Warnings: language and hot m/m action
Pairing: Scott/Logan
Rating: NC-17
Author’s Notes: This story is set in the beginning of the X-Men United universe when Logan comes back to the Xavier Institute. This story picks up where the Scott/Logan motorcycle scene left off.
Disclaimer: Marvel Comics and 20th Century Fox own the X-Men characters. I’m just borrowing them for a little bit. I promise to return them unharmed.
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‘You fill it up.’ “Who the hell does he think he is? I’m the one who’s been driving all week to get back to the school.” I can’t help but to mumble my complaints to myself as I catch the keys thrown by “one-eyed”.
“I’m sorry. Did you say something to me Logan or are you still talking to yourself?”
I give the bastard a warning glare. He knows better than to push me. “God, I’ve missed this.”
“This?” he asks.
“This.” I use my hands to gesture towards myself than to him.
He smiles smugly. “What? Are stunning conversations?”
“Nope, I’ve missed you acting like a cold-hearted bitch.” I look at him in defiance waiting for his biting comeback.
He approaches me slowly letting his frown turn up into a small cunning smirk. “Well, you did always manage to pull her out of me.”
“It’s too bad I couldn’t manage to pull that broomstick out of your ass instead.” I growl back. I really had missed our sparring matches over the last few months. Summers always managed to get me all fired up, and truth be known, I lived purely to piss him off.
He whispers in my ear just before he exits the room, “I can’t help it I was born with it in there. Besides, we both know what you’d like to put up there instead don’t we?”
My mouth drops to the floor in shock. “You fucking cock tease” I whisper back to his retreating back. I couldn’t tell if he had heard me or not, but regardless my cock was still feeling neglected.
I felt like I had never left the Institute. They all accepted me back as if I had only been gone for a few days not months. Jean and I picked-up where we had left off, flirting regardless of the pain it may have caused Scott. Storm and Rogue talked about the usual shit, and Summers continued ignoring his growing desire for me.
I find myself watching him throughout dinner, noticing every gesture he makes. I’m fascinated by the way he holds his silverware and glassware. I had never noticed how strong his hands looked before. They are powerful and confident as they bring the silverware to his sweet lips. God, his lips are red tonight, and his cheeks are slightly flushed matching his ruby lenses. I can’t help but to stare at his perfect nose, wondering what it would be like to lick its smooth length.
“Logan, what do you think? Logan?”
I tore my gaze away and instead saw the Professor’s questioning gaze. I had not a clue what I had just been asked. I had been caught. They all looked at me wondering what had gotten me so distracted.
“He asked you what you think about Mystique. Do you think she’s alive or not?” I turn my head to look at the annoying prick. Mr. Perfect hadn’t been distracted by my leering stare. He had heard every damn word, and I couldn’t hold back the snarl that came out.
“I really don’t give a fuck about that cold-hearted bitch.”
“Language Logan”, the professor warned. “I was just curious if you thought you had killed her or not.”
“I’m sure he didn’t. He’s not that powerful.” I can’t help but smirk at his comeback.
“Well, I’m sure I could do more damage to her than you Scooter.”
He looks at the professor probably calculating what an immature reaction to me would cost him. He decides to play it safe, like the fearless leader that he is, “Well, I certainly hope I never have the chance to prove you wrong. I don’t like going around killing other people or mutants.” I smile at his not-so obvious insult. He was calling me a killer to my face, and the others weren’t even aware of what he was doing. He was seriously beginning to piss me off with this “holier than thou” attitude.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some work to do down in the garage.” I watch him walk out the door for the second time that day. He had certainly not changed over the last few months. He always had to get the last word in when we were fighting.
I wait a couple of minutes before I head off after him, no since in getting everyone on edge thinking that I was going to go rip Summer’s head off. I had just decided that it was my turn to get the last word in for a change.
I find him in the garage cleaning up his precious bike. Sometimes I wonder if he cares more about his toys than he does Jean. He was polishing the chrome where my boots had smudged it, and I couldn’t help but to notice the view. He was bent over rubbing the smudge marks fiercely, and his tight ass jerked side to side with the movement
“What’s got you so fired up kid?”
“Don’t call me kid old man.”
“I should have known you would get your panties in a wad worrying about your bike. I didn’t scar her or damage her. I just rode her good and hard like she needed.” I tease inching myself closer to him and the bike.
He snorts at my remark, and I couldn’t help but to feel offended. “Is that really the best you can do Logan? I think you’re out of practice. Where did you get that biting remark, a porn movie or a bike magazine?”
I arch a brow in surprise. The kid had gotten really good at this stuff while I was gone. He had also gotten cockier, more conceited, and bitchier. I couldn’t wait to wipe that smartass smirk off his gorgeous face. It had been too long since I had my way with Summers, and he needed a reminder of who was in charge.
“Damn, I’m gone for six months, and you’ve already forgotten your place Slim.” I love how my approach makes him nervous. I can smell the fear and desire radiating off of his body. He wants nothing more than for me to take charge and fuck him into next week. “I guess I’m going to have to put you back in it.”
Just as I have him cornered by the bike, he slips under my arm and heads further into the garage. I smile knowing how much he likes me to chase him like prey. Yeah, the boy definitely likes the animal in me.
“Logan, this isn’t going to happen. What happened last time was a mistake. We never should have…”
I shut him up with a demanding kiss gaining access to his tongue before he has a chance to pull away. He wraps his arms around my neck and holds on tight as I pick him off the ground and carry him over to some hot-ass blue sports car. I can’t help but look at the car as I devour his mouth. I’m 99% sure it’s his ride, and I can’t wait to take it out for a spin.
“Don’t even think about it Logan. You are not taking this car out for a ride.”
“That’s a real shame because I really wanted to see what she could do out on the road. Oh well, I guess I’ll have to settle riding her owner instead.”
I can’t help but laugh as he struggles to get away from me. I’ve really got him fired up now assuming that he wants to ride my cock. “What’s wrong baby? Did I presume too much?”
“Yes! I told you to stop. We’re not doing this anymore. I don’t find you the least bit attractive, and you repulse me with your crude comments.” He attempts to push me away, but I can tell this is all a game for him too.
I pick him up and place him lying down on the hood of his ride. He’s protesting like crazy about the paint job and the dents we might cause. “Shut the fuck up Summers. I will take you when and wherever I want to, and right now I want you spread out on the hood of this sexy-ass car begging me to ride you hard and long.”
He begins to protest again, but I put my hand over his mouth to clarify my wishes. “I said to shut up Scott. I don’t want to hear anything else coming out of that sweet mouth except ‘fuck me harder Logan.’ Do you understand? You wouldn’t want to piss me off now would you?” He shakes his head ‘no’ hoping that I won’t punish him for being disobedient. He loves being spanked for his punishment, but that’s not what he needs tonight.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to think I tattooed your ass on this car. You got that boy?”
I lift my hand off of his mouth and wait for his response. I could feel his hard cock through his pants, and I couldn’t help but smile when he said breathlessly, “Yes.”
I don’t waste anytime. I rip open his button-down shirt listening to the buttons flying across the garage. I bend down and kiss him hard, biting his lower lip in the process. His moans are a mixture of pain and arousal, and the taste of his blood sends me into “Wolverine Mode”.
“You know this is going to hurt right?” I ask ripping his jeans open with my teeth. He nods in understanding as I swallow his cock whole. He arches his back off of the car, and I find myself mesmerized by his beauty.
“Oh God Logan, hurt me good baby.”
I’m determined not to prolong this any longer than possible, so I throw his pants on the greasy floor, and begin to prepare him for my cock. This is meant to be a fuck and nothing else. There is no time or need for sweet romantic bullshit. This is going to be balls slapping on his ass fucking. I shove my spit-covered finger into him watching him lift his hips in need for more. If I had the patience I would tease him with my finger, make him cum fucking himself on my fingers, but I want this too bad to play around.
The mere sight of him sprawled out naked on the hood of his car is nearly enough to push me over the edge. I pull him down closer to me, so I can fuck him standing up. His shirt lies to his sides and under his back allowing me to pull him down effortlessly. I unzip my pants and pull out my cock. It’s as hard as steel, and I dive right into him like I had never left for all of these months. He is understandably tight, and I can’t help but to smile knowing that he hadn’t been with another man.
I push his knees further down to his chest and pump into him hard and demanding. He’s moaning and talking like a street whore begging me to fuck him and not to stop. I shove two of my fingers into his mouth, and he eagerly begins to suck on them. I’m drawn to the vision of my fingers going in and out of that hot mouth. I’m fucking his mouth so hard that spit begins to come down the corners of his mouth causing me to moan even louder.
I know that neither of us will last long. This is meant to be quick and all-consuming. I bend down and lick the spit off the corners of his mouth and his chin, and my change in position causes me to hit his inner most “sweet spot”.
“Yes…Logan, oh God that’s it. I love your cock in me claiming me like this. Make me yours Logan. Fuck me into next week.”
“I should stop fucking you so well. You don’t deserve it after the way you talked to me,” I tease lifting myself back into standing position.
“Please don’t stop baby. I’m sorry for being a bitch.” I laugh as he tries fucking himself on my cock, but I put my hands on his hips to stop him.
“Logan, I thought you were going to tattoo my ass on this car? Maybe you’re not man enough now”, he smiles luring me into his trap.
“God you are so demanding”, I smile driving into him hard once again. I don’t stop hitting his spot or pumping his cock until his hot spunk comes all over my hand and on his stomach. Somehow, I manage to hold off my own orgasm until he is completely spent because I relish the feel of his ass clamping down on my cock as he comes.
After a few moments of rest, I zip up my pants, grab his pants off the ground and toss them to him. He lays there, immobile, and I see him struggling to catch his breath. I pull him up into sitting position, and help him put his pants on since his hands are shaking. I kiss him lightly on his lips and pinch his nipples hard.
“Well Slim, looks like you got another vehicle to polish.”
He looks down at the mess on the car and growls in frustration. I walk out of the garage smiling, knowing that I had finally gotten in the last word, and that I had reclaimed my property, Mr. Scott Summers.
As I am heading upstairs, I overhear him talking to him and and I stop to listen. “Thanks a lot Logan. How the hell am I supposed to get spunk off a $20,000 paint job?”
I laugh thinking that it certainly does feel good putting him back in his place, and I couldn’t help but shiver in pleasure thinking that he could clean his spunk off with his own tongue. I’m sure the car wouldn’t complain; I know I wouldn’t.
The End
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