#1-- Attack on Frost Enterprises
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X-men Comics › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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12
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956
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Part One
DISCLAIMER:::: THE X-MEN DO NOT BELONG TO MYSELF, MY COUSIN, TWISTED, NOR EVEN YUNA- EVERYONE AT THE ACADEMY CLAIMS THEIR OWN ORIGINAL CHARACTERS, BUT IN THIS FICCIE SABERTOOTH HAS ALREADY BEEN CLAIMED BY MARVEL- SO POOH TO THEM! *POUTS*
SO SAYS TWISTED:: yeah, the x-men and any part there of are not ours, we just like to fuck thier world up and sadly get no money for it!
The Chronicles of Jared Montgomery/Warren Worthington the fourth- also known as “Hellspawn”. These sets of ficcage will be dedicated to my OMC featured in the X-men RPG “Phoenix_Academy” on GreatestJournal.com
If anyone would like to read up on the rest of our collection of lovely mutants please copy and paste this http://www.greatestjournal.com/community/phoenix_academy/
Thank you and enjoy Jared’s first installment.
WARNINGS::: This is going to be a very general warning set up. Basically Jared is a little nymph and he gets it on quite a bit, and his *ahem ahem* lover is very rough, so expect blood, a bit of dominance, lots of rough stuff, oh and did I mention a lot of slash? ^^;; If there is something too out of line I will make a special note but, really, it’s just good ole fashioned homo-on-homo love!
~EnjoY!
http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a377/Divine_Dominance/private%20captures/936262eb.jpg
{July 19th, 2005}
Attack on Frost Enterprises
Part One
Using one leg to kick away at the covers, Jarred tried without much luck at untangling the sheets from around his other limb. Finally managing to free himself, the 24-year-old brought himself to a sitting position and ran a hand through his soft chestnut hair, similarly colored wings spread out behind him on the bed; a few feathers stuck out vividly against the white linens, but Jarred ignored them, knowing full well the cleaning lady wouldn’t be snooping around today. His blue eyes snapped to the thing that had woken him from such a lovely dream involving the Olsen twins and a hammer, and he quickly grabbed up the alarm clock and ripped it from the wall with a powerful yank.
A morning person mister Jarred Montgomery was not.
Before he had ripped the plug from it’s socket Jarred had registered that yes, it was well past 10 o’ clock in the morning and no, Creed hadn’t broken down his door yet to strangle the young man for not reporting in ASAP from his mission to California. With a sigh he got to his feet and made his way gracefully to the bathroom connected to his bedroom after grabbing up his Camels and lighting up, his black silk boxers hugging his slim waist and brown wings trailing along behind (with as much care and love as he gave them, Jarred doubted that a little rubbing against the carpet would bend his precious feathers much).
He finished dealing with nature and washed up a little, and made his way into the main living area, cigarette hanging limply from his lips and still slightly out of it because of his long flight back the night before. Hence why it took him a moment to realize someone was sitting in his couch and watching him.
"Ever hear of knocking? It's this funny thing people do before entering a person's personal space..."
-
Creed sat looking at the disheveled boy and a small growl escaped him. “You’re fucking late, as usual. When I say eight I fucking mean it.” he stood, closing the distance between them in the blink of an eye, he towered over the youth. “You need to take better care of these things.” He chest rumbled as he reached out and smoothed down a ruffled feather, lingering a bit too long on the wing it’s self. It would be so easy to just tear it off and cut his losses, then he wouldn’t have to deal with the punk kids attitude. “Lets go, we got a job and we still need to pick up Adrienne.”
-
“It was a long, hard flight… I’m sure you didn’t want me to pass out at your feet, boss,” he said matter-of-factly, and the fatigue from flying 12 hours, without hardly any breaks, shown in his tired eyes and usually graceful posture. As if sensing the man’s own thoughts, Jarred quickly jerked his wing away and pressed them closer to his back, successfully putting his full 6’1 and tightly muscled frame between Creed and his delicate wings- not that that would do much good if the much taller and stronger man really wanted to harm them. Jarred took a few paces back, putting a comfortable distance between himself and Creed, and crossed his arms over his chest. Not that he would ever admit it, but the man exulted a quiet, powerful force that had an interesting effect on the smaller man, and all he was wearing were silky boxers. “Do I at least get to change before we meet up with miss Animorph?”
-
“Should’ve thought about that before ya pissed me off.” Creed growled, he did not like having things taken away from him, even when they were another body’s property. He took off for the door, stalking through his anger at the kid. “Ya got five, move it,” he grumbled as he pulled it open and walked out. He needed to cool off and the kid needed clothing, it would make too much of a scene to have a winged man walking the halls of an expensive hotel and Creed didn’t want to make a scene, yet.
-
Grumbling about ‘cruelty to minions’, Jarred waited until Creed had slammed his door, walked down the hall, and could hear the man entering his own room before he let his wings droop back onto the floor in a relaxed state. His nerves were all shot to hell now- no one threatened his wings! Take a hand, arm, a leg even- but do not threaten his wings. He kicked a pillow angrily that had been left on the floor and it hit against the door’s center, which then flopped back onto the floor to rest in a lump. It was a much less destructive way of expressing his annoyance than Jarred was used to, but he wasn’t allowed to kill anyone in the hotel. Would cause too much of a scene or some other rubbish like that…
After pulling on a pair of worn-to-perfection blue jeans, a sleeveless t-shirt, and black Reebok sneakers, (and brushing his teeth and slicking back his chestnut hair in the bathroom) Jarred deemed his rumbled appearance good enough and made his way to the door, grabbing his brown trench coat on the way and slipping it over his securely strapped in wings and buttoned it accordingly. Donning his Dick Tracey black hat and grabbing a pack of smokes from the small table near the door, the young man appraised himself in the mirror. He almost looked normal- if it weren’t for his dashing good looks and charming smile.
-
Creed waited impatiently, he had called Adrienne and told the girl to get over here now, it all hinged on Jared’s timing weather or not she would get her head ripped off today too. The longer he took the better her chances got, Creed really wanted to hurt the boy. Finally he opened the door to his room, pissed as hell and ready to go back and rip that damned wing off, but when he did he found himself face to face with Jared. “Well, it’s about fucking time.” he rumbled, pushing past the boy after locking the door with the ‘do not disturb’ sign up. “Let’s go, Adrienne should be down stairs waitin’”
-
“Oh my, did you miss me that much?” Jarred asked sweetly while checking his watch- he was only 4 minutes late. He gave Creed his best smile and started walking down the hall, not waiting for the older man, his trench coat now swirling about his legs and hat drawn just low enough to make him look like a throw-back to the 1940’s. A cute maid passed by his right and he sent her a wink and a smile, which received much blushing and the poor girl almost tripped over the trolley she was pushing. Jarred could hear the angry foot steps of his leader so he slowed down a bit so Creed wouldn’t want to strangle him too hard. “And where are we going?” While asking this, he pulled out his pack of Camels and extracted one that wasn't bent too badly, and began lighting up right in the hall.
A/N: So this is the first part- there are many many more to follow but please let me know what you think! Oh, and if you have any questions or any additional comments please e-mail me at Twisteds_mini@yahoo.com! Thanks for reading this far!
Cheers!
SO SAYS TWISTED:: yeah, the x-men and any part there of are not ours, we just like to fuck thier world up and sadly get no money for it!
The Chronicles of Jared Montgomery/Warren Worthington the fourth- also known as “Hellspawn”. These sets of ficcage will be dedicated to my OMC featured in the X-men RPG “Phoenix_Academy” on GreatestJournal.com
If anyone would like to read up on the rest of our collection of lovely mutants please copy and paste this http://www.greatestjournal.com/community/phoenix_academy/
Thank you and enjoy Jared’s first installment.
WARNINGS::: This is going to be a very general warning set up. Basically Jared is a little nymph and he gets it on quite a bit, and his *ahem ahem* lover is very rough, so expect blood, a bit of dominance, lots of rough stuff, oh and did I mention a lot of slash? ^^;; If there is something too out of line I will make a special note but, really, it’s just good ole fashioned homo-on-homo love!
~EnjoY!
http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a377/Divine_Dominance/private%20captures/936262eb.jpg
{July 19th, 2005}
Attack on Frost Enterprises
Part One
Using one leg to kick away at the covers, Jarred tried without much luck at untangling the sheets from around his other limb. Finally managing to free himself, the 24-year-old brought himself to a sitting position and ran a hand through his soft chestnut hair, similarly colored wings spread out behind him on the bed; a few feathers stuck out vividly against the white linens, but Jarred ignored them, knowing full well the cleaning lady wouldn’t be snooping around today. His blue eyes snapped to the thing that had woken him from such a lovely dream involving the Olsen twins and a hammer, and he quickly grabbed up the alarm clock and ripped it from the wall with a powerful yank.
A morning person mister Jarred Montgomery was not.
Before he had ripped the plug from it’s socket Jarred had registered that yes, it was well past 10 o’ clock in the morning and no, Creed hadn’t broken down his door yet to strangle the young man for not reporting in ASAP from his mission to California. With a sigh he got to his feet and made his way gracefully to the bathroom connected to his bedroom after grabbing up his Camels and lighting up, his black silk boxers hugging his slim waist and brown wings trailing along behind (with as much care and love as he gave them, Jarred doubted that a little rubbing against the carpet would bend his precious feathers much).
He finished dealing with nature and washed up a little, and made his way into the main living area, cigarette hanging limply from his lips and still slightly out of it because of his long flight back the night before. Hence why it took him a moment to realize someone was sitting in his couch and watching him.
"Ever hear of knocking? It's this funny thing people do before entering a person's personal space..."
-
Creed sat looking at the disheveled boy and a small growl escaped him. “You’re fucking late, as usual. When I say eight I fucking mean it.” he stood, closing the distance between them in the blink of an eye, he towered over the youth. “You need to take better care of these things.” He chest rumbled as he reached out and smoothed down a ruffled feather, lingering a bit too long on the wing it’s self. It would be so easy to just tear it off and cut his losses, then he wouldn’t have to deal with the punk kids attitude. “Lets go, we got a job and we still need to pick up Adrienne.”
-
“It was a long, hard flight… I’m sure you didn’t want me to pass out at your feet, boss,” he said matter-of-factly, and the fatigue from flying 12 hours, without hardly any breaks, shown in his tired eyes and usually graceful posture. As if sensing the man’s own thoughts, Jarred quickly jerked his wing away and pressed them closer to his back, successfully putting his full 6’1 and tightly muscled frame between Creed and his delicate wings- not that that would do much good if the much taller and stronger man really wanted to harm them. Jarred took a few paces back, putting a comfortable distance between himself and Creed, and crossed his arms over his chest. Not that he would ever admit it, but the man exulted a quiet, powerful force that had an interesting effect on the smaller man, and all he was wearing were silky boxers. “Do I at least get to change before we meet up with miss Animorph?”
-
“Should’ve thought about that before ya pissed me off.” Creed growled, he did not like having things taken away from him, even when they were another body’s property. He took off for the door, stalking through his anger at the kid. “Ya got five, move it,” he grumbled as he pulled it open and walked out. He needed to cool off and the kid needed clothing, it would make too much of a scene to have a winged man walking the halls of an expensive hotel and Creed didn’t want to make a scene, yet.
-
Grumbling about ‘cruelty to minions’, Jarred waited until Creed had slammed his door, walked down the hall, and could hear the man entering his own room before he let his wings droop back onto the floor in a relaxed state. His nerves were all shot to hell now- no one threatened his wings! Take a hand, arm, a leg even- but do not threaten his wings. He kicked a pillow angrily that had been left on the floor and it hit against the door’s center, which then flopped back onto the floor to rest in a lump. It was a much less destructive way of expressing his annoyance than Jarred was used to, but he wasn’t allowed to kill anyone in the hotel. Would cause too much of a scene or some other rubbish like that…
After pulling on a pair of worn-to-perfection blue jeans, a sleeveless t-shirt, and black Reebok sneakers, (and brushing his teeth and slicking back his chestnut hair in the bathroom) Jarred deemed his rumbled appearance good enough and made his way to the door, grabbing his brown trench coat on the way and slipping it over his securely strapped in wings and buttoned it accordingly. Donning his Dick Tracey black hat and grabbing a pack of smokes from the small table near the door, the young man appraised himself in the mirror. He almost looked normal- if it weren’t for his dashing good looks and charming smile.
-
Creed waited impatiently, he had called Adrienne and told the girl to get over here now, it all hinged on Jared’s timing weather or not she would get her head ripped off today too. The longer he took the better her chances got, Creed really wanted to hurt the boy. Finally he opened the door to his room, pissed as hell and ready to go back and rip that damned wing off, but when he did he found himself face to face with Jared. “Well, it’s about fucking time.” he rumbled, pushing past the boy after locking the door with the ‘do not disturb’ sign up. “Let’s go, Adrienne should be down stairs waitin’”
-
“Oh my, did you miss me that much?” Jarred asked sweetly while checking his watch- he was only 4 minutes late. He gave Creed his best smile and started walking down the hall, not waiting for the older man, his trench coat now swirling about his legs and hat drawn just low enough to make him look like a throw-back to the 1940’s. A cute maid passed by his right and he sent her a wink and a smile, which received much blushing and the poor girl almost tripped over the trolley she was pushing. Jarred could hear the angry foot steps of his leader so he slowed down a bit so Creed wouldn’t want to strangle him too hard. “And where are we going?” While asking this, he pulled out his pack of Camels and extracted one that wasn't bent too badly, and began lighting up right in the hall.
A/N: So this is the first part- there are many many more to follow but please let me know what you think! Oh, and if you have any questions or any additional comments please e-mail me at Twisteds_mini@yahoo.com! Thanks for reading this far!
Cheers!