Pun Intended
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X-Men - Animated Series (all) › Slash - Male/Male
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X-Men - Animated Series (all) › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,636
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own X-Men Evolution, or any of the characters from it. I make no money from from the writing of this story.
Pun Intended
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A/N; Please review. No one does it mit makes me sad.
A nightclub, heavy music, flashing lights.
A lone figure, glass in hand, eyes watching.
Eyes jump from spot to spot, never lingering.
Girl with guy, he-she, ugly, hot, gold.
The eyes stop at the flash of gold, but it's gone.
Must be nothing, an illusion brought on by a wishfull mind.
The drink is finish, but it's unable to quench the sudden heat within.
The figure moves, in need of air.
Out the back way, the the dark alley.
Cool brick against his back, the night calm, the slight chill from going to warm to cool causing tremers.
The eyes close, unable to stop the sudden flood of memories.
Golden eyes, blue fur, lithle body, a devil-may-care smile.
Soft touches, firey passion, unbelivable pleasure.
Tri-fingered hands holding his down, lips moving on his, tounge down his throat. So real, too real.
Eyes open to the find the memory reality.
The mouth pressed against his pulls back, a grin on the others fur covered face.
Before the question issues from his lips, a blue finger presses against them, shushing him.
The blue face moves foward, soft lips and fanged teeth nipping his neck, a hand moving under his shirt, tweaking hardened nipples.
Soft moans escape, unable to be held back.
The head moves down, feasting on his now uncovered chest and stomach.
Lower still to nip at the bulge fromed in his pants.
Hands move, removing the barrier. Cool air on heated flesh, breathing growing ever faster.
Hot wetness, and suction, moans coming in earnest now.
Movement, slow at first, the faster. A hande takes his leg, draping it over the others shoulder, the again with the other leg.
A wall agianst his back, a pair of hands on his ass. There tre the only things holding him up. He is at the others mercy.
A hot tounge begins to tease his flesh. Words now start to join the moans.
The speed increases once more, the other sensing his need for release.
Words pour forth form him in a begging litany.
"Plleeaasse. Oh god more. Don't stop. Oh yes. Ah."
The end is growing near, he can almost taste it. The others head moves at a frantic pace driving him ever closer.
Then, something snaps, a howl come forth, stars appear before his eyes.
White hot pleasure streaks across every nerve, almost leaving him deaf and blind.
Silence returns, broken only by his panting. The other swallows, then places his legs back on the ground, returning his now softened flesh to it's clothed state.
The other stands up and wraps his now imaged-induced arms around his weakened body, allowing him to regain his breath.
Lips brush against his ear, whispering heated words.
"A taste of things to come mein liebling, pun intended."
Wordlessly, he follows the other, the pun echoing in his head.
A/N; Please review. No one does it mit makes me sad.
A nightclub, heavy music, flashing lights.
A lone figure, glass in hand, eyes watching.
Eyes jump from spot to spot, never lingering.
Girl with guy, he-she, ugly, hot, gold.
The eyes stop at the flash of gold, but it's gone.
Must be nothing, an illusion brought on by a wishfull mind.
The drink is finish, but it's unable to quench the sudden heat within.
The figure moves, in need of air.
Out the back way, the the dark alley.
Cool brick against his back, the night calm, the slight chill from going to warm to cool causing tremers.
The eyes close, unable to stop the sudden flood of memories.
Golden eyes, blue fur, lithle body, a devil-may-care smile.
Soft touches, firey passion, unbelivable pleasure.
Tri-fingered hands holding his down, lips moving on his, tounge down his throat. So real, too real.
Eyes open to the find the memory reality.
The mouth pressed against his pulls back, a grin on the others fur covered face.
Before the question issues from his lips, a blue finger presses against them, shushing him.
The blue face moves foward, soft lips and fanged teeth nipping his neck, a hand moving under his shirt, tweaking hardened nipples.
Soft moans escape, unable to be held back.
The head moves down, feasting on his now uncovered chest and stomach.
Lower still to nip at the bulge fromed in his pants.
Hands move, removing the barrier. Cool air on heated flesh, breathing growing ever faster.
Hot wetness, and suction, moans coming in earnest now.
Movement, slow at first, the faster. A hande takes his leg, draping it over the others shoulder, the again with the other leg.
A wall agianst his back, a pair of hands on his ass. There tre the only things holding him up. He is at the others mercy.
A hot tounge begins to tease his flesh. Words now start to join the moans.
The speed increases once more, the other sensing his need for release.
Words pour forth form him in a begging litany.
"Plleeaasse. Oh god more. Don't stop. Oh yes. Ah."
The end is growing near, he can almost taste it. The others head moves at a frantic pace driving him ever closer.
Then, something snaps, a howl come forth, stars appear before his eyes.
White hot pleasure streaks across every nerve, almost leaving him deaf and blind.
Silence returns, broken only by his panting. The other swallows, then places his legs back on the ground, returning his now softened flesh to it's clothed state.
The other stands up and wraps his now imaged-induced arms around his weakened body, allowing him to regain his breath.
Lips brush against his ear, whispering heated words.
"A taste of things to come mein liebling, pun intended."
Wordlessly, he follows the other, the pun echoing in his head.