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Let the Games Begin
Author: Darkestangel
Series: Let the Games Begin
Title: Round One
Author’s Website: http://home.bellsouth.net/p/PWP-darknessprevails
Summary: Logan and Warren play games for the ultimate prize, Scott Summers
Comments: angela9in@ureach.com
Archive: yes to Nadja over at Scott fanfiction, everyone else with permission
Warnings: slash, angst, crude language, borderline non-con
Pairing: Scott/Logan, implied Scott/Warren
Rating: NC-17
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.
Author’s Notes: This story take place in the first X-Men movie. Logan and Scott have already been involved with each other, and Warren comes to town for his biannual fuck fest with Scott.
Three fucking hours and the winged-wonder was still hanging around Scott. He was still laughing at all of Scott’s jokes, still giving him that toothy smile, and still “accidentally” touching his shoulder. It took everything in Logan not to growl at the bastard who apparently had swooped in for a quick fuck from Scott; only to leave him a few hours later. They may have had a history together, but he wasn’t about to let some fucking spoiled brat take what was rightfully his.
“What’s up Logan?” Rogue asked as she walked into the living room.
“Get the fuck away from me Marie,” he growled in response.
Marie looked surprised by the sudden flash of anger from Logan, but then she saw the source of the anger smiling on the couch. Scott Summers was flirting with Warren Worthington III right in front of Logan. She grinned at Logan and whispered, “You got it bad Logan.”
Without thinking, Logan’s right hand sprung out only to connect with nothing as Rogue ran away. He looked around the room and sar sir sitting in the recliner next to Scott and Warren. He gave a menacing snarl to Rogue who only smiled more and stared intently at the two men on the couch.
Logan could tell that Scott was somewhat surprised by Marie’s sudden appearance, but he managed to introduce Angel to the new student, “Warren this is our newest student, Marie. She has the ability to transfer other mutant’s powers to herself.”
“That’s fascinating. How exactly does that work?”
Logan couldn’t take it anymore. He had to get out of this room, preferable with Summers slung over his shoulder, “Hey Scooter, I need to see you for a minute if it’s okay with Blondie-boy.”
Warren gave him an icy cold stare as Scott got up from the couch. Logan could smell the pheromones seeping from the boy, and he saw the intense scrutiny as a threat. It was obvious that Worthington expected to have Scott in his bed, and he wasn’t going to let Logan stop him. The two men stared at each other in understanding. The game of conquest had begun, and only the best would be claiming Scott as their prize.
Scott followed the pissed off mutant out into the hall into an adjacent office. There he was grabbed roughly by the arm and thrown up against the wall, “What the hell do you think you’re doing Logan? Let me go!”
“What the hell am I doing? You’re the one making a fool out of yourself.”
“What are you talking about? I’m just talking to Warren.”
“Talking? Don’t’ you mean flirting? Teasing?”
“Even if I am it’s none of your business Logan. Now, let go of my arm.”
Logan stared intently into the ruby glasses ignoring the request to let go. His dick was twitching in excitement when Scott struggled to get away, “You’re making a fool out of me Scott. You’re mine, and apparently everybody fucking knows it but you.”
Before Scott could respond to the admission, Logan slammed his hands above his head and released his claws. The adamantium claws pierced the wall, and trapped Scott’s fingers between them. He was helpless to stop Logan. Too much struggling would cause cuts on the insides of his fingers, and he knew how much blood excited Logan.
“Logan, stop it. Let me go.”
“I don’t think so Slim. Not until you admit your mine and not Worthington’s toy.”
“I’m not his toy, and I’m not yours! Now get the fuck off of me.”
Logan could smell the fear emulating from Scott’s body, and he growled in excitement when he rubbed his crotch across Scott’s thighs, “No.”
Scott turned his head to the side trying to avoid Logan’s kisses, but eventually Logan’s tongue on his cheeks and neck drove him crazy with excitement, and he relinquished his lips to the other man. They kissed for what seemed like days, and Logan’s alpha-male personification had him nearly delirious with anticipation of the hard fuck to come. He always got it hard and fast when he pissed Logan off, and a part of him really enjoyed making the Wolverine mad.
Logan sniffed smelling Worthington on his property, “You’re such a slut for my cock, but then again I guess you’re a slut for anybody’s cock aren’t you?”
“Logan, Angel and I have a history, and you can’t…”
“Shut up. I don’t want to hear your shit,” Logan demanded releasing one of Scott’s hands from the claws. He used his free hand to reach into Scott’s pants, “You’re not fucking around with him again. You understand?”
Scott felt the hateful hand on his cock, and the foot attempting to drag his pants down his legs. “Give me your fucking foot,” he ordered yanking Scott’s shoes off one at a time. With the shoes off, he could finally free Scott from his pants, and he also managed to free his own cock from the tight confines of his jeans. He used his powerful thighs to spread Scott’s legs apart, and he lifted the younger man’s ass and hips onto his upper thighs. He leaned Scott’s back onto the wall, held onto one of his hands with his claws, and he used his other hand to massage spit onto his cock.
“I’m going to take you so fucking hard Scott. You’ll never want another man inside you,” he angled his cock at Scott’s entrance, and he rammed inside that sweet fucking hole. He put his free hand over Scott’s mouth to keep the cries of pain and pleasure from the X-Men’s ears. Part of him wanted Worthington to hear Scott moaning in pleasure, but this was not the time or place for that, maybe later on in the game would be better.
He used his thighs to support Scott’s body, and he squatted up and down watching his cock go in and out of his beautiful boy. “You are mine sweet thing, and no fucking rich boy is going to take you away from me. You got it?”
Scott used his free hand to stroke himself as Logan fucked him into the wall. He was sure that everybody in the mansion could feel the vibrations through the floor, and his moans were getting louder by the second, despite Logan’s hand being clamped down on his mouth. He ran his tongue back and forth on Logan’s hand letting him know that he was enjoying being claimed.
Logan taking the hint from Scott retracted his claw from the wall, and he grabbed Scott’s thighs with both hands and shoved him up against the wall. Scott wrapped his legs and arms around Logan, as he pounded into him hard enough to crack the sheetrock supporting his back.
“Oh, God Logan, it hurts so fucking good…don’t stop, take me hard.”
Logan couldn’t hold in the feral growl that came out of his mouth. He kissed Scott firmly, shoving his tongue inside the hot mouth, bruising Scott’s lips in the process, “You feel so fucking good on my dick baby. I love fucking your sweet ass.”
“Logan, I’m going to cum baby. Fuck me harder…Yes, that’s it, fuck me, fuck me…Oh Logan you’re so fucking good to me…” Scott’s milky release exploded onto Logan’s chest and neck. He relished the feel of the hot sticky spunk, and he used his tongue to lick the tiny drops that had managed to hit him in the face.
Loganhighhighs were shaking with the strain, but he wanted to last a little bit longer. He wanted Scott to never forget who he belonged to. He reached his hands underneath Scott’s ass and spread the cheeks apart. That got another moan of appl frl from Scott who began kissing him once again. He managed to get a few more pumps in before he felt the familiar pressure in his balls, “Oh damn baby you’re going to fuck the cum out of me. That’s it Scott, yeah…I’m going to cum inside you Scott. I want you to feel me inside you for hours.”
Scott did in fact feel the hot liquid gushing on his insides, and he bit down hard on Logan’s lips, tasting blood before it healed itself. He had never been taken like this before, and his head was spinning in exhaustion and fulfillment.
Both men hugged each other tightly, feeling and tasting their salty sweat, and Logan kissed Scott tenderly once more before letting him go, “Like I said you’re mine Slim, and no fucking winged-wonder is going to take you away. You understand?”
Scott was too tired to argue, so he remained silent hoping that Logan wouldn’t push the issue. Logan continued to get dress, all the while wondering if he should demand a response. Instead he handed Scott his pants, “You look well fucked.”
“I am,” Scott smiled pulling his pants on. A moment later Logan heard Scott laughing, “We cracked the wall Logan. How the hell are we going to explain that to the Professor?”
“Don’t you mean how are you going to explain that to the Professor?” He walked out of the room leaving Scott sweaty, flustered, and slightly pissed. He smiled because he knew a pissed off Cyclops made for a fun night.
As he walked outside to smoke a cigar, he thought to himself, ‘Round One to the Wolverine. The ball is in your court Worthington, and pretty soon you’ll realize that Summers is mine, and no amount of money or wings can take him away from me.’
To be continued in “Round Two"
Series: Let the Games Begin
Title: Round One
Author’s Website: http://home.bellsouth.net/p/PWP-darknessprevails
Summary: Logan and Warren play games for the ultimate prize, Scott Summers
Comments: angela9in@ureach.com
Archive: yes to Nadja over at Scott fanfiction, everyone else with permission
Warnings: slash, angst, crude language, borderline non-con
Pairing: Scott/Logan, implied Scott/Warren
Rating: NC-17
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.
Author’s Notes: This story take place in the first X-Men movie. Logan and Scott have already been involved with each other, and Warren comes to town for his biannual fuck fest with Scott.
Three fucking hours and the winged-wonder was still hanging around Scott. He was still laughing at all of Scott’s jokes, still giving him that toothy smile, and still “accidentally” touching his shoulder. It took everything in Logan not to growl at the bastard who apparently had swooped in for a quick fuck from Scott; only to leave him a few hours later. They may have had a history together, but he wasn’t about to let some fucking spoiled brat take what was rightfully his.
“What’s up Logan?” Rogue asked as she walked into the living room.
“Get the fuck away from me Marie,” he growled in response.
Marie looked surprised by the sudden flash of anger from Logan, but then she saw the source of the anger smiling on the couch. Scott Summers was flirting with Warren Worthington III right in front of Logan. She grinned at Logan and whispered, “You got it bad Logan.”
Without thinking, Logan’s right hand sprung out only to connect with nothing as Rogue ran away. He looked around the room and sar sir sitting in the recliner next to Scott and Warren. He gave a menacing snarl to Rogue who only smiled more and stared intently at the two men on the couch.
Logan could tell that Scott was somewhat surprised by Marie’s sudden appearance, but he managed to introduce Angel to the new student, “Warren this is our newest student, Marie. She has the ability to transfer other mutant’s powers to herself.”
“That’s fascinating. How exactly does that work?”
Logan couldn’t take it anymore. He had to get out of this room, preferable with Summers slung over his shoulder, “Hey Scooter, I need to see you for a minute if it’s okay with Blondie-boy.”
Warren gave him an icy cold stare as Scott got up from the couch. Logan could smell the pheromones seeping from the boy, and he saw the intense scrutiny as a threat. It was obvious that Worthington expected to have Scott in his bed, and he wasn’t going to let Logan stop him. The two men stared at each other in understanding. The game of conquest had begun, and only the best would be claiming Scott as their prize.
Scott followed the pissed off mutant out into the hall into an adjacent office. There he was grabbed roughly by the arm and thrown up against the wall, “What the hell do you think you’re doing Logan? Let me go!”
“What the hell am I doing? You’re the one making a fool out of yourself.”
“What are you talking about? I’m just talking to Warren.”
“Talking? Don’t’ you mean flirting? Teasing?”
“Even if I am it’s none of your business Logan. Now, let go of my arm.”
Logan stared intently into the ruby glasses ignoring the request to let go. His dick was twitching in excitement when Scott struggled to get away, “You’re making a fool out of me Scott. You’re mine, and apparently everybody fucking knows it but you.”
Before Scott could respond to the admission, Logan slammed his hands above his head and released his claws. The adamantium claws pierced the wall, and trapped Scott’s fingers between them. He was helpless to stop Logan. Too much struggling would cause cuts on the insides of his fingers, and he knew how much blood excited Logan.
“Logan, stop it. Let me go.”
“I don’t think so Slim. Not until you admit your mine and not Worthington’s toy.”
“I’m not his toy, and I’m not yours! Now get the fuck off of me.”
Logan could smell the fear emulating from Scott’s body, and he growled in excitement when he rubbed his crotch across Scott’s thighs, “No.”
Scott turned his head to the side trying to avoid Logan’s kisses, but eventually Logan’s tongue on his cheeks and neck drove him crazy with excitement, and he relinquished his lips to the other man. They kissed for what seemed like days, and Logan’s alpha-male personification had him nearly delirious with anticipation of the hard fuck to come. He always got it hard and fast when he pissed Logan off, and a part of him really enjoyed making the Wolverine mad.
Logan sniffed smelling Worthington on his property, “You’re such a slut for my cock, but then again I guess you’re a slut for anybody’s cock aren’t you?”
“Logan, Angel and I have a history, and you can’t…”
“Shut up. I don’t want to hear your shit,” Logan demanded releasing one of Scott’s hands from the claws. He used his free hand to reach into Scott’s pants, “You’re not fucking around with him again. You understand?”
Scott felt the hateful hand on his cock, and the foot attempting to drag his pants down his legs. “Give me your fucking foot,” he ordered yanking Scott’s shoes off one at a time. With the shoes off, he could finally free Scott from his pants, and he also managed to free his own cock from the tight confines of his jeans. He used his powerful thighs to spread Scott’s legs apart, and he lifted the younger man’s ass and hips onto his upper thighs. He leaned Scott’s back onto the wall, held onto one of his hands with his claws, and he used his other hand to massage spit onto his cock.
“I’m going to take you so fucking hard Scott. You’ll never want another man inside you,” he angled his cock at Scott’s entrance, and he rammed inside that sweet fucking hole. He put his free hand over Scott’s mouth to keep the cries of pain and pleasure from the X-Men’s ears. Part of him wanted Worthington to hear Scott moaning in pleasure, but this was not the time or place for that, maybe later on in the game would be better.
He used his thighs to support Scott’s body, and he squatted up and down watching his cock go in and out of his beautiful boy. “You are mine sweet thing, and no fucking rich boy is going to take you away from me. You got it?”
Scott used his free hand to stroke himself as Logan fucked him into the wall. He was sure that everybody in the mansion could feel the vibrations through the floor, and his moans were getting louder by the second, despite Logan’s hand being clamped down on his mouth. He ran his tongue back and forth on Logan’s hand letting him know that he was enjoying being claimed.
Logan taking the hint from Scott retracted his claw from the wall, and he grabbed Scott’s thighs with both hands and shoved him up against the wall. Scott wrapped his legs and arms around Logan, as he pounded into him hard enough to crack the sheetrock supporting his back.
“Oh, God Logan, it hurts so fucking good…don’t stop, take me hard.”
Logan couldn’t hold in the feral growl that came out of his mouth. He kissed Scott firmly, shoving his tongue inside the hot mouth, bruising Scott’s lips in the process, “You feel so fucking good on my dick baby. I love fucking your sweet ass.”
“Logan, I’m going to cum baby. Fuck me harder…Yes, that’s it, fuck me, fuck me…Oh Logan you’re so fucking good to me…” Scott’s milky release exploded onto Logan’s chest and neck. He relished the feel of the hot sticky spunk, and he used his tongue to lick the tiny drops that had managed to hit him in the face.
Loganhighhighs were shaking with the strain, but he wanted to last a little bit longer. He wanted Scott to never forget who he belonged to. He reached his hands underneath Scott’s ass and spread the cheeks apart. That got another moan of appl frl from Scott who began kissing him once again. He managed to get a few more pumps in before he felt the familiar pressure in his balls, “Oh damn baby you’re going to fuck the cum out of me. That’s it Scott, yeah…I’m going to cum inside you Scott. I want you to feel me inside you for hours.”
Scott did in fact feel the hot liquid gushing on his insides, and he bit down hard on Logan’s lips, tasting blood before it healed itself. He had never been taken like this before, and his head was spinning in exhaustion and fulfillment.
Both men hugged each other tightly, feeling and tasting their salty sweat, and Logan kissed Scott tenderly once more before letting him go, “Like I said you’re mine Slim, and no fucking winged-wonder is going to take you away. You understand?”
Scott was too tired to argue, so he remained silent hoping that Logan wouldn’t push the issue. Logan continued to get dress, all the while wondering if he should demand a response. Instead he handed Scott his pants, “You look well fucked.”
“I am,” Scott smiled pulling his pants on. A moment later Logan heard Scott laughing, “We cracked the wall Logan. How the hell are we going to explain that to the Professor?”
“Don’t you mean how are you going to explain that to the Professor?” He walked out of the room leaving Scott sweaty, flustered, and slightly pissed. He smiled because he knew a pissed off Cyclops made for a fun night.
As he walked outside to smoke a cigar, he thought to himself, ‘Round One to the Wolverine. The ball is in your court Worthington, and pretty soon you’ll realize that Summers is mine, and no amount of money or wings can take him away from me.’
To be continued in “Round Two"