#3-- A Gift- of sorts...
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#3-- A Gift- of sorts...
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 URL: http://www.greatestjournal.com/community/phoenix_academy/
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!
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{July 28th, 2005- the third installment}
A Gift- of Sorts
Part One
The woods were peaceful this early in the morning, a heavy amount of dew covering the grass and the rising sunlight made the ground appear to be blanketed in glitter as the light wove it’s way in through gaps in the leaves and tree branches. Jared walked along the forest path calmly, his newly recovered brown trench coat swirling between his legs and out behind the winged-man some to make his long shadow appear to be wearing a cape. He looked over his shoulder and smiled, and in a flash he had twirled around and was now walking backwards up the dew covered and leave-strewn walkway, admiring his taller companion in the morning light. True, he had looked better an hour prior, naked, covered only by a thin sheet, and gasping as he had cum into Jared’s mouth, but he still looked nice fully clothed. Jared licked his lips at the memory.
“And why are we out here again, Creed, when the bed was so warm?” The angel smiled as if getting up so early didn’t annoy the hell out of him, which it did- a lot, and continued to walk backwards just to annoy the other man.
-
“Cause I got ya something and I don’t want ya destroying the hotel room with it.” the kid still smelled of sex and it was driving Creed nuts, and making him extra grumpy. He had hidden the package tucked behind his back by it’s own strap and under his coat, the long swords were completely hidden behind his huge mass, but damn it Creed couldn’t wait to give them to the kid, to show him how to use them, make the kid a real killer. Creed turned off the path without a warning; the kid was walking backwards and would see where he went. Finding a clearing concealed from sight, he finally stopped, turning to face the boy and shrugging off his large coat, swords still hidden. He grabbed Jared and pulled him into a hot kiss, purring himself. “Want it?” he asked, his voice only the echo of his growl.
-
Jared followed along behind Creed as he made his sudden turn off of the path, and raced to keep up with the long strides. It didn’t take them long to reach whatever destination Creed had in mind, though, and the smaller man admired the small clearing for a moment before the other man spoke. “Hell yea,” Jared murmured as a reply to his question, and his eyes lit up as he moved closer and leaned into the kiss. He melted into the kiss and pressed their bodies together, assuming their reasons for being out here was purely sexual. Letting his arms trace around Creed’s hips to help grind their bodies together, the angel’s hands bumped into a large package and he abandoned the mouth to attempt peering around the feral. “What’s that?” He asked curiously, trying to see behind the man. Sex was good, but an actual present would be nice!
-
Creed laughed though his cock ached inside his tight pants. “I said I had somethin’ for ya.” He stated in a matter of fact tone. Taking one step back, Creed whipped the first sword from its sheath and swung it expertly, enjoying the lovely whistle that it produced while cutting the air. The sword, like it’s twin, was a Japanese style sword, the best in the world, “adamantium blade laced with a gold, will slice through a body as easily as a brick wall.” The etching was angelic symbols of strength, its handles were special order; “handles are ivory with an adimantium core to reinforce them.” the etching into the ivory was of two angels dooking it out, detailed in the same gold as the blade and black. “Light as a feather, deadly as I am.” Creed smiled at the boy, finally done playing with the kid’s new toy, he presented it with honor to his young lover. “And I plan on teachin’ ya how to use them too. No more guns.” He almost chided Jared.
-
Jared stared at the beautiful sword like a small youngin’ who had just glimpsed the teddy bear that was destined to be his new best friend, and he watched it swing through the air gracefully, fingers itching to touch the smooth and equally sharp edges themselves. His mother had never held anything back from him, back in the good old days of being a spoiled brat, and gifts had always held a sort of dull sheen to them from childhood up- but this new weapon threatened to outshine his own wings with their simple beauty.
For a moment he didn’t know what to say, merely taking the handle and holding it in the sunlight to properly inspect it. It was as if a real angel had forged it, and Jared smiled up at Creed, cheeks flushing with his excitement. Fuck sex, this was better! He could kill with this!! “Thank you… It’s... they’re…” He paused, unable to think of the right words, then simply smiled some more. “It’s great!” Quickly shrugging off his jacket and letting it fall to the forest floor, Jared balanced the blade in his hand, the other still being kept by Creed, and brandished the light but undoubtedly lethal weapon at the other man’s chest- a safe enough distance away, of course. “How do I look?” He asked with a grin.
-
“Like a rookie.” Creed stated trying not to laugh, but failed miserably as he easily knocked the blade to the side. After laughing his ass off, Creed donned the twin sword and held it in a more relaxed position. “All right kid, lesson number one, come at me.” he extended his hand and did a very movie like hand gesture to entice the kid to attack, he had no doubt he would easily avoid it, the kid had obviously never held a sword in his life.
-
Before their practice fight was to begin, Jared walked back, leaned up, and planted a quick kiss on Creed’s lips, running his tongue along the feral’s bottom lip as a way of thanks. He would thank him more properly when they got back to the hotel and were behind closed doors again, but for now the kiss would hold them both off until that opportunity presented itself. Ending the kiss quickly so they could begin the lesson, he took five steps back and made a very Hollywood-ish stance. “You sure you want to be this blade’s very first victim?” Jared asked with a grin, but took on a very serious expression in the next moment and rushed forward before Creed could reply. He hoped he didn’t look like a complete fool when thrusting the blade forward, and tried to be as quick as possible on his feet, wings pressed firmly against his back and out of harm’s way, coat laying forgotten among the leaves and twigs.
-
Moving like fluid, instead of the 400 plus pounds of mutant he was, Creed easily dodged the attack, hitting Jared’s sword away and nearly knocking it out of his hand. As the boy passed him, Creed slapped him on the ass with the blunt side of his sword laughing at the loud cracking noise it created and knowing Jared would be feeling it for days. “Ya gotta hold your sword firmly, but loosely… be fluid in your motions, like water, and for Christ sake, forget Hollywood, a real swordsman doesn’t give a fuck how he looks, once you learn to use it the look will come natural like.” Creed offered him a hand up as he had been firmly planed into the ground. “And use your wings as balance, don’t hide ‘em.”
-
As he let Creed pull him back up to his feet, Jared gave the man a mock-scowl before turning around to rub the bruised area. “That’s it, abuse my assets, why don’t you?” he grumbled before taking a stance, this time ‘forgetting Hollywood’ and taking into account everything Creed had said. He gripped the handle tightly, and yet held it with ease (that was confusing to figure out at first, and he wasn’t too sure he was doing it right now), his feet were spaced apart the length of his shoulders, and he concentrated to not be so protective of his wings; he knew Creed wouldn’t hurt them now, but through the years of getting out of tight scrapes it had made him anal about the care of his beloved appendages and that was not so easily shrugged off. After checking everything over again, his face unusually devoid of the constant cocky grin, Jared looked up at Creed again and brandished his sword. “On guard?” He came at the larger mutant again, this time taking note of how the feral moved his feet. Left, left, right- strike!
A/N: Maybe I should have put up a warning for fluffiness overdose? =^^=
You know the drill!
~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 URL: http://www.greatestjournal.com/community/phoenix_academy/
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 28th, 2005- the third installment}
A Gift- of Sorts
Part One
The woods were peaceful this early in the morning, a heavy amount of dew covering the grass and the rising sunlight made the ground appear to be blanketed in glitter as the light wove it’s way in through gaps in the leaves and tree branches. Jared walked along the forest path calmly, his newly recovered brown trench coat swirling between his legs and out behind the winged-man some to make his long shadow appear to be wearing a cape. He looked over his shoulder and smiled, and in a flash he had twirled around and was now walking backwards up the dew covered and leave-strewn walkway, admiring his taller companion in the morning light. True, he had looked better an hour prior, naked, covered only by a thin sheet, and gasping as he had cum into Jared’s mouth, but he still looked nice fully clothed. Jared licked his lips at the memory.
“And why are we out here again, Creed, when the bed was so warm?” The angel smiled as if getting up so early didn’t annoy the hell out of him, which it did- a lot, and continued to walk backwards just to annoy the other man.
-
“Cause I got ya something and I don’t want ya destroying the hotel room with it.” the kid still smelled of sex and it was driving Creed nuts, and making him extra grumpy. He had hidden the package tucked behind his back by it’s own strap and under his coat, the long swords were completely hidden behind his huge mass, but damn it Creed couldn’t wait to give them to the kid, to show him how to use them, make the kid a real killer. Creed turned off the path without a warning; the kid was walking backwards and would see where he went. Finding a clearing concealed from sight, he finally stopped, turning to face the boy and shrugging off his large coat, swords still hidden. He grabbed Jared and pulled him into a hot kiss, purring himself. “Want it?” he asked, his voice only the echo of his growl.
-
Jared followed along behind Creed as he made his sudden turn off of the path, and raced to keep up with the long strides. It didn’t take them long to reach whatever destination Creed had in mind, though, and the smaller man admired the small clearing for a moment before the other man spoke. “Hell yea,” Jared murmured as a reply to his question, and his eyes lit up as he moved closer and leaned into the kiss. He melted into the kiss and pressed their bodies together, assuming their reasons for being out here was purely sexual. Letting his arms trace around Creed’s hips to help grind their bodies together, the angel’s hands bumped into a large package and he abandoned the mouth to attempt peering around the feral. “What’s that?” He asked curiously, trying to see behind the man. Sex was good, but an actual present would be nice!
-
Creed laughed though his cock ached inside his tight pants. “I said I had somethin’ for ya.” He stated in a matter of fact tone. Taking one step back, Creed whipped the first sword from its sheath and swung it expertly, enjoying the lovely whistle that it produced while cutting the air. The sword, like it’s twin, was a Japanese style sword, the best in the world, “adamantium blade laced with a gold, will slice through a body as easily as a brick wall.” The etching was angelic symbols of strength, its handles were special order; “handles are ivory with an adimantium core to reinforce them.” the etching into the ivory was of two angels dooking it out, detailed in the same gold as the blade and black. “Light as a feather, deadly as I am.” Creed smiled at the boy, finally done playing with the kid’s new toy, he presented it with honor to his young lover. “And I plan on teachin’ ya how to use them too. No more guns.” He almost chided Jared.
-
Jared stared at the beautiful sword like a small youngin’ who had just glimpsed the teddy bear that was destined to be his new best friend, and he watched it swing through the air gracefully, fingers itching to touch the smooth and equally sharp edges themselves. His mother had never held anything back from him, back in the good old days of being a spoiled brat, and gifts had always held a sort of dull sheen to them from childhood up- but this new weapon threatened to outshine his own wings with their simple beauty.
For a moment he didn’t know what to say, merely taking the handle and holding it in the sunlight to properly inspect it. It was as if a real angel had forged it, and Jared smiled up at Creed, cheeks flushing with his excitement. Fuck sex, this was better! He could kill with this!! “Thank you… It’s... they’re…” He paused, unable to think of the right words, then simply smiled some more. “It’s great!” Quickly shrugging off his jacket and letting it fall to the forest floor, Jared balanced the blade in his hand, the other still being kept by Creed, and brandished the light but undoubtedly lethal weapon at the other man’s chest- a safe enough distance away, of course. “How do I look?” He asked with a grin.
-
“Like a rookie.” Creed stated trying not to laugh, but failed miserably as he easily knocked the blade to the side. After laughing his ass off, Creed donned the twin sword and held it in a more relaxed position. “All right kid, lesson number one, come at me.” he extended his hand and did a very movie like hand gesture to entice the kid to attack, he had no doubt he would easily avoid it, the kid had obviously never held a sword in his life.
-
Before their practice fight was to begin, Jared walked back, leaned up, and planted a quick kiss on Creed’s lips, running his tongue along the feral’s bottom lip as a way of thanks. He would thank him more properly when they got back to the hotel and were behind closed doors again, but for now the kiss would hold them both off until that opportunity presented itself. Ending the kiss quickly so they could begin the lesson, he took five steps back and made a very Hollywood-ish stance. “You sure you want to be this blade’s very first victim?” Jared asked with a grin, but took on a very serious expression in the next moment and rushed forward before Creed could reply. He hoped he didn’t look like a complete fool when thrusting the blade forward, and tried to be as quick as possible on his feet, wings pressed firmly against his back and out of harm’s way, coat laying forgotten among the leaves and twigs.
-
Moving like fluid, instead of the 400 plus pounds of mutant he was, Creed easily dodged the attack, hitting Jared’s sword away and nearly knocking it out of his hand. As the boy passed him, Creed slapped him on the ass with the blunt side of his sword laughing at the loud cracking noise it created and knowing Jared would be feeling it for days. “Ya gotta hold your sword firmly, but loosely… be fluid in your motions, like water, and for Christ sake, forget Hollywood, a real swordsman doesn’t give a fuck how he looks, once you learn to use it the look will come natural like.” Creed offered him a hand up as he had been firmly planed into the ground. “And use your wings as balance, don’t hide ‘em.”
-
As he let Creed pull him back up to his feet, Jared gave the man a mock-scowl before turning around to rub the bruised area. “That’s it, abuse my assets, why don’t you?” he grumbled before taking a stance, this time ‘forgetting Hollywood’ and taking into account everything Creed had said. He gripped the handle tightly, and yet held it with ease (that was confusing to figure out at first, and he wasn’t too sure he was doing it right now), his feet were spaced apart the length of his shoulders, and he concentrated to not be so protective of his wings; he knew Creed wouldn’t hurt them now, but through the years of getting out of tight scrapes it had made him anal about the care of his beloved appendages and that was not so easily shrugged off. After checking everything over again, his face unusually devoid of the constant cocky grin, Jared looked up at Creed again and brandished his sword. “On guard?” He came at the larger mutant again, this time taking note of how the feral moved his feet. Left, left, right- strike!
A/N: Maybe I should have put up a warning for fluffiness overdose? =^^=
You know the drill!
~Cheers!