Brat

Title: Brat
Author: Kitty Devoire
Summary: Logan thinks Warren Worthington’s irritating
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Angel/Wolverine (Warren/Logan)
Feedback: Most heartily welcomed, good or bad.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these characters, they belong to marvel and I do not profit from this...unfortunately

Author Notes: Not entirely sure what this is all about, just a wee bit of a oneshot wot – WARNING! Rough sex ahoy!

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Warren Worthington was fucking irritating. There was no getting round it. Logan scowled at the back of the blonde head from the doorway he was leant against, arms crossed against his chest. The kid had all but taken over the living room, sprawled elegantly across the sofa. He couldn’t even sprawl properly! Logan caught himself starting to sneer as his narrow eyes roamed over the slender form on the couch, not even aware that he was moving closer. Warren was lying full length across the leather couch, his head propped up on one hand, one knee crooked up as he watched – of all things for a handsome, multi millionaire runaway to watch – cartoons. His usual black jacket was missing, allowing Logan to see the holes they’d made for Warrens wings to burst elegantly through crisp white cotton of his shirt…elegant…everything about the kid was elegant. It made Logans teeth itch. The kid, blonde, gorgeous – no matter how Logan looked at him the kid was gorgeous – and quiet, way way too quiet for a kid his age. And those eyes. Logan’s frown deepened. No kid should have eyes that old, that blue, that deep, that…knowing -

“Logan? Can I help you?” Damn. Fucking damn it. When did Logan get so close? How long had the kid been staring up at him with that innocently questioning expression?

“Nope” Yeah, real brain power from the Canadian there. Logan cleared his throat, leaning against the back of the couch and trying to tear his eyes away from the irritatingly pretty curve of Worthington’s neck, “what the hell is this anyway?” He asked, staring at the screen,

“You never heard of Ed, Edd and Eddy?” An all too pale and all too delicate hand moved up and back through all too gold curls, soft rustle of cotton and a gentle breeze that was Worthingtons wings moving slightly, re-adjusting slightly for comfort. Logan closed his eyes as he got a face full of the kids scent – soap, clean cotton, ozone and…music. The Wolverine caught himself growling low in the back of his throat, how the hell could anyone smell like damn music? He shook his head slightly, safe now that Worthington had turned back to the TV, laughing softly at the antics of the cartoon people. Logan smiled, watching him. Infinite grace sprawled out across the couch – MY couch, Logan thought possessively – all delicately strong lines and break-ability. Logan longed to break him. The kid was so beautiful, it irritated the living daylights out of the Wolverine. He itched. Itched to bite Worthington, to break what he was sure was a façade of cool, quiet, calm, to see the kid writhe and – Logan stopped himself abruptly, aware that his grip on the back of the couch had tightened enough that it made Worthington look up at him a question on his face, on those lips…Jesus…those lips…and those eyes…

“So blue”

“What?” Worthington frowned up at him and Logan froze, hands tightening further on the back of the couch but otherwise not moving. Damn.

“Your eyes” Logan all but snarled, voice low with a lust that he hadn’t recognised until that split second – god he wanted to see that face flushed with arousal, watch Worthington break apart under his hands, around his –

“Logan are you feeling well?” Warren asked, sitting upright – rustle of cotton and another draft of that unbelievable scent of his. Enough to make Logan growl,

“I’m fine, kid” The Angel of fucking Elegance staring up at him with those questioning eyes, tiny tip of a pink tongue darting out to dampen full lips and fucking hell god I want him – Logan cleared his throat looking away only to feel cool, delicate boned fingers lightly encircle one of his wrists as a voice that could have made the sky weep for it called his attention,

“Liar” Angel, Engel, Ange, Angelo, it didn’t matter what language you said it in it all suited this vision of blonde perfection in front of him – damn, another dart of that tongue tip and –

“You know exactly what you’re doin doncha?” Logan growled roughly, watching the palest of pinks blossomed across the high cut of the kids cheekbones, thick lashes covering sparkling sapphire eyes in a parody of shame,

“Maybe” Barely a whisper, barely a word but a glance, looking up at the Wolverine with those eyes that suddenly seem a lot less innocent and a lot more wicked than they had previously. Logan stayed frozen for a long moment, simply watching the kid breathe, the restless shift of wings sounding as loud as silk on silk to Logans ears. Another glance and the blush on Warrens cheeks intensified just a little, just enough to be there, to be lickable – no!

“Jesus” Logan backed away as Worthington stood up, all graceful uncurling of limbs that were way too sexy for any man – kid, boy, whatever – to own. He moved around the edge of the sofa with the silence and grace of a shadow made of white and soft gold and angel flesh and – Logan backed into one of the kitchen units behind him,

“Please” Just that. Just one word from the kids mouth…but it wasn’t just from his mouth, Logan noticed with a dull shudder. Worthingtons whole supple deliciously lithe frame radiated the word, from the tips of his hair to the ends of his toes,

“Y’dunno what y’playin with kid” He growled warningly as Warren moved closer still. The little hairs on Logans arms were standing on end with a ticklish little motion, as if magnetically drawn to the kid…it was taking everything the Wolverine had to stay rigid – no! Not rigid! – to stay in place against the kitchen unit. Logan turned his head aside, trying to rid himself of the deliciously addictive scent as one of Warrens hands – slim, delicate, breakable – reached out, skimming lightly over the Wolverines clothed stomach,

“I won’t break” Again, eloquent educated tones in barely a whisper, ghosts of words falling softly against Logans cheek followed by the tingling soul of a kiss and Wolverine turned with a snarl, catching cotton candy lips with his own and wrenching a whimper from the kid, shoving him back roughly until they collided with the sofa. Those elegant hands – pianists hands – fisted in the front of his shirt as Logan ravaged the tender Angel mouth, copper taste of blood as one of his sharp teeth scraped a little too hard – not that the kid was complaining, far from it. Logan let him go, a challenging light still in his eyes and Warren, the kid…smirked at him. Swollen lipped, flush cheeked sparkling eyes smirked at him. And ripped the front of his shirt open. Little shit. Logan reached up, grabbing a handful of blonde curls at the base of Angels head and yanked downwards, forcing the beautiful, delicate creature to look up with those sky blue eyes, expose that pale, living column of decadently silky flesh. They both moaned as Logans teeth closed delicately over Warrens throat – the tiny rational part left of the Wolverines mind just keeping him from breaking the skin to taste the sweetness beneath. Trembling hands tugged at the buttons of Logans jeans and there was a brief flurry of movement as Logan caught hold of those slender wrists and pinned them to the edge of the sofa,

“Stay” A growl, a lick against the marked flesh. Logan moved back a little, just enough to see the red mark he’d left on the kids throat, to admire it…yeah, yeah the kid looked better like that, all stretched out and pinned and blushing just like that, eyes half lidded with lashes that should rightfully be on a woman, mouth swollen and parted ever so slightly like the gateway to heaven…yeah…Logan gathered both of Warrens wrists in his hand, the kid didn’t seem to mind, tugging almost playfully, testing Logans grip before falling still again, watching him pleadingly, silently save for the heavy breathing. With his free hand Logan easily tore the kids shirt open, raking blunt nails down the perfectly smooth, lithe chest and torso, pausing at the barrier of Worthingtons pants, looking up into blue eyes that were a shade or two darker than usual…everything about the kid was darker. Everything. As if Warren had become more…vivid. Cheeks pink, lips redder and wanting – no begging – for another kiss, eyes dark and hot, “sure?” Logans voice was barely audible, just a growl fitted into words. The kid leaned forward, hands still pinned, enough that his mouth pressed softly, almost delicately against the Wolverines ear,

“Fuck me, Logan” And then the Angel bit him. Sharp little teeth hidden by a perfect mouth sank into the soft skin just beneath his ear and Logans growl ratcheted up a notch, releasing Worthingtons hands to tear at his pants with claws he wasn’t even aware of unsheathing. Feathers of fabric floated gently to the ground at odds with the sharp near violence of Logans movement, at odds with the sharpness of Warrens smirk as he watched the remains of his clothes become scraps before Logan kissed him. Possessive growls rumbling through both of them as the Wolverines mouth worked at his own, punishing lips bruising his own before he was spun round, hips pressing hard against the back of the couch, Logans teeth sinking into the joint just above one of his wings – not quite hard enough to draw blood but so close…The Wolverine snarled, feeling the kid push back against him in every way, wings jostling him on either side, against his teeth, firm ass grinding back against the hot hardness of his cock – Jesus, when did his own pants go? – pushing, pushing -

“Fucking brat” He leaned up, snarling into one slightly elfin ear, burying his nose in dark blond curls breathing deep of that – hah, yeah – heavenly scent, “tryin to push me around eh?” Logan reached up, wanting to feel the blush that he could see taking over the kids face, brushing rough fingertips lightly over Worthingtons cheek, surprised when the kid turned suddenly, took two fingers into his mouth and sucked, looking at Logan out of the corner of his eye, challenging him. Logan snarled, reaching down, round slightly over the curve of a delicious hip, flattening his palm over the taunt skin and muscle that writhed just above where Warren really wanted that hand. Logan grinned triumphantly as the kid whined beneath him, the sucking on his fingers harder, the slick muscle of his tongue flittering against them, “y’do it my way, got it?” He asked, wrenching his fingers from the boys mouth,

“Anything” Warren breathed softly, his defiance seeming to calm down, though a secret smile played over his pouty mouth. Logans eyes – already slitted with lust – watched the trail of his own fingers, down between the little gap between wings, over the little dip of Warrens lower back and down into the heated crease of that tight little ass, pressing teasingly against his entrance, “Logan” A whimper, a bit of a wriggle but that was stilled by Logans hand free hand, the one still splayed against his belly, moving a fraction lower, reward and punishment, yeah, it works every time, Logan smirked to himself, slowly pushing one slick digit into the welcoming heat. Warren released a moan, long, low and loud – it turned into a gasp as Logans finger crooked and found that spot, “THERE! Mmm please oh Logan yes” He babbled in a breathless whisper, turning his face away, dropping his head. Logan watched the slick movement of the toned muscles of Warrens back as his finger moved slowly in and out of his body, stretching him, teasing him…the brat beneath him writhed. A second finger and it took every ounce of Logans self control not to plunge his aching cock into Warrens welcoming heat at the sound of the sharp, breathless cry, powerful wings snapping in surprised pleasure as Logan found and teased that perfect little nub of nerves,

“Just like this” He murmured, half to himself, half to the willing body beneath him, “wanted to see you just like this, all that stupid pomposity and arrogance broke and begging for it-”

“LOGAN! Please!” Warren whined, pushing back as much as he could, whimpering at the loss of Logans fingers and stilling at the press of something much much better against his ass. Through the vauge red mist on the edges of his vision Logan stared down at the one everyone called Angel, panting, flushed, shimmering with a slight sheen of sweat –

“Still sure?” A low growl, voice more tender than he’d meant and Angel looked back at him, eyes desperate, the corner of his lower lip caught between pearly white teeth, a single nod and –

“FUCK!” Warren almost screamed, trying to cope with rip/burn/pleasure/hot/hard/full/new – “yes, yes, yes” A soft chant as Logan held inside of him, letting him adjust to the rigid shaft piercing him, “hard, do it hard” Warren begged breathlessly, fingers tightening on the couch as Logan did as he commanded. The room was full of the scent of sex and sweat, groans and moans passing between them to chorus the staccato of flesh on flesh. Logans hips pistoned hard against Warrens ass, as punishing as any hand, at total counterpoint to the pleasure that wracked both their systems. Logan snarled, leaning forward, his hands over Warrens on the edge of the couch, his teeth finding the joint of one of the Angels wings, hearing Warrens moans rise in need – his hand moved down, gripping the hard steel of Warrens cock, pumping it roughly in time with his thrusts with casual violence,

“Fucking slut” Logan snarled breathlessly, lips moving softly against white feathers,

“Yes! Please-”

“How long have you wanted this huh?” He continued, his thrusts getting impossibly harder as he buried his cock in velvet tight heat over and over and – “subtle little whore ain’t ya?”

“All for you Logan” Breathless, moaning little confession, “only you please Logan so close”

“Come for me then, Angel” Logans voice rough, half a compliment, half blind and deaf as he feels his own orgasm rushing towards him, the hand on Warrens cock pumping desperately, the only focus he has left, “Come” Angels scream ricocheted around the room – miracle that no one came to see what was going on – his whole body going stiff and still as he came all over Logans hand and the back of the couch, collapsing limply over it, hips hinging over the side, face pressed against the pillows as he jerked with the power of Logans last thrusts before the Wolverine came with a howl, filling him with his seed, overflowing and spilling down the inside of his thighs and just…perfect…

“Since I arrived” Warren mumbled, feeling Logan press gentle kisses across the small of his back, strong, work roughed hands – so unlike his own, hands of a rich man – lifting him upright,

“What?” Logans voice was husky through sex…it always was afterwards…

“I’ve wanted it since I arrived” Warren smirked a little, shivering from the cold – definitely not shivering from Logans tender, near apologetic kiss – before Logan found the throw on the back of the chair and flung it around Warrens shoulders, holding him close, “it was just a case of getting what I want” Logan looked up at him, amused,

“You really are a fucking brat” He grinned, letting Warren go, watching him walk towards the door, watching him glance back over his shoulder with all the skill and promise of some sultry back alley whore,

“Yeah but I’m your fucking brat, Wolverine” How could such a musical, soft voice be full of so much dark promise?

“I gave up tryin to understand you ages ago, kid” Logan shrugged, pushing away from the couch, dragging his pants up from around his ankles and hastily doing up the buttons,

“Hey what about my clothes?” Warren asked, nodding to the pile of scraps that lay all over the living room floor. Logan shrugged, walking over to him and wrapping a comfortable arm around his waist, holding him tight to his side,

“Aah fuck ‘em. One eye can clean ‘em up later” He grinned, loving to see the kid grin like that and shake his head as if Logan was the irresponsible one,

“I love you, ass wipe” Tone fond, eyes twinkling and Logan couldn’t help stealing another kiss,

“Love you too, fuckin brat”