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Getting Over It
GETTING OVER IT
The Sequel to "Issues"
A/N: I recommend you read "Issues" before you read this fic, thanks!
-LOGAN POV-
A powerless, predatory, parasitic, dependent, needy, pitiful animal. I'm pathetic.
And I don't wanna be that any more.
So one night, I walked up ta Rems. Tha animal in my head screamed and thrashed around, it roared and demanded blood. It wanted ta hold Gambit down and make him yell. But Logan didn't wanna do that.
"Rems..." I breathed in shakily, "I'm ready."
He smiled at me. Not a smirk; a wide, gentle smile. The animal wanted to rip tha teeth from his mouth. His hand ran across my shoulder and down my chest, siftin' through tha black hair there.
"You're a special man, cher," tha Cajun whispered. All I could think about was having him fuck me, real slow. Tha Wolverine growled at tha thought... surrenderin' control. But I knew I wouldn't be surrenderin' any control. I'd be gettin' some back from tha monster.
-END LOGAN POV-
Remy moved towards Logan; his plush lips engulfed those of the feral as his tongue slid between Logan's teeth. His arms slid around those broad, sturdy shoulders and ran down the Canadian's muscular back.
Logan tasted the tongue that entered his mouth. He could hear the animal scream... but the screams were softer than before. As he leaned backwards into Remy's embrace and the embrace of the waiting bed, he shivered slightly. No, I can't let tha animal control me. I ain't gonna be no better than tha cagers..
Remy's mouth descended; his lips raked down through the black fur that covered Logan's torso. He reached inside his trenchcoat for the tube of lube as his maw reached the level of the feral's thick manhood. His tongue crept out of his mouth and traveled over the salty, slight damp skin beneath the head of Logan's cock; his hot mouth then suddenly engulfed the iron flesh. As his tongue coiled around the base of the Canadian's thick manhood, his slick finger pressed into Logan's entrance and glided inside.
Logan gasped as he felt the mouth ensnare his shaft. The cool finger entering him coaxed a reflexive clenching from his ass; he felt each knuckle of the Cajun's finger. No... I ain't gonna stop... I want this; its tha animal that's sayin' no.
"Don't... don't stop.. Gumbo," the feral moaned through a shaky growl.
The Acadian replied by squeezing the muscles of his throat around Logan's length as he slid the second finger in; they nudged the stocky mutant's prostate as they came to rest within the wild man. Mon dieu he tight.. mus' be his firs' time being fucked.
The muscular, hairy body growled, shook and gasped on the bed. Torn roars of rage, pleasure, anger and need erupted from Logan's throat. His brow was furrowed; eyes clamped shut as that voice in his head protested. It's... the Wolverine... it's gettin' quieter.. a bit.
"Arrgh Rems, fuck, FUCKING DAMMIT! ARRRGGHHHH!! MORE!!!"
The tall Cajun slid the third of his long fingers into the tight feral. No wonder he never le' anyone do dis before... almos' every person wan'ed to tame him, use him, he thought bitterly. He slowly spread his fingers and stretched the Canadian delicately, such an honor to give Logan his firs' time, he gonna ge' a good one.
The torn growls and grunts continued to spill from Logan's lips. A bead of sweat slid down his face before being launched into the air by the convulsing of his body. He opened his eyes and took a glance at the Cajun; those burning eyes were free of the pity he saw in there before, there lay only respect in Remy's gaze. The thief's other hand drifted down his torso, as if petting him.
"Rems... I'm ready, fuck me... fuck me now damn ya, ya hot bastard, I need it RIGHT DAMN FUCKING NOW!"
The taller man slid his fingers out of the shorter man before guiding his lubed shaft between Logan's cheeks. He rested his hands on the wide, sturdy shoulders of the blue-eyed feral. Leaning down, the thief placed one kiss on the man's forehead before his hips began to creep forward. With glacial pace and glass-like smoothness, the Acadian's length was buried progressively deeper inside the shorter man's body. He watched the furry face below him twist through every shade of pleasure known to man.
The voice inside Logan's head fell silent. Was it paralyzed with fear? Merely dormant? Logan didn't care. He roared out triumphantly, almost grinning as the Cajun's hardness slid in and out of his ass. Its my fuckin' body, its mine ta lend out ta who I wanna. His heart-rate soared as his thick arms wrapped around the athletic form of Gambit; demands for more pouring in torn fragments from his lips.
The tall thief smirked as he smoothly slid in and out of the feral's tightness. His voice darkly purred into Logan's ear, "Feel dat, mon ami, feel me inside you cher... being so close to you.." His hand traveled lower, wrapped around the Canadian's thick manhood and pumped slowly; further moans came from the man under his touch.
Logan's growls and roars slowly subsided into deep, rough purrs laced with desire and need. His cheeks were flushed, skin fevered, breaths ragged and harsh. The Cajun's hand slid up and down his shaft as his hands dug into the sheets. Fire built in his groin; every thrust and stroke stoking it further. There was no panicking, no fear, no desire to tear those beautiful eyes out of their sockets; there was only Logan there, sweat dripping off of him and energy building within him.
The two men moved together, arms wrapped around each other and faces glittering with sweat as they raced towards the summit of their pleasure. Their gasps were call and response, escalating towards a crescendo as the urgency built.
"Logan... mon ami... so.. so close... mon dieu.. Logan.." the thief whispered as he danced on the knife-edge of climax.
It hit with the force of a tropical storm. The heat, tightness, tension, relief and resolution coursed through them both like electricity; hands tore sheets as their growls peaked in one sustained, swelling roar. As Remy came inside Logan, the thief's eyes rolled back and hid all red from view. Logan's essence spilled onto his chest as his rough breathing subsided into contented purrs.
Tha Wolverine... it's gonna be back... some time. But not yet. Not now.
The End
The Sequel to "Issues"
A/N: I recommend you read "Issues" before you read this fic, thanks!
-LOGAN POV-
A powerless, predatory, parasitic, dependent, needy, pitiful animal. I'm pathetic.
And I don't wanna be that any more.
So one night, I walked up ta Rems. Tha animal in my head screamed and thrashed around, it roared and demanded blood. It wanted ta hold Gambit down and make him yell. But Logan didn't wanna do that.
"Rems..." I breathed in shakily, "I'm ready."
He smiled at me. Not a smirk; a wide, gentle smile. The animal wanted to rip tha teeth from his mouth. His hand ran across my shoulder and down my chest, siftin' through tha black hair there.
"You're a special man, cher," tha Cajun whispered. All I could think about was having him fuck me, real slow. Tha Wolverine growled at tha thought... surrenderin' control. But I knew I wouldn't be surrenderin' any control. I'd be gettin' some back from tha monster.
-END LOGAN POV-
Remy moved towards Logan; his plush lips engulfed those of the feral as his tongue slid between Logan's teeth. His arms slid around those broad, sturdy shoulders and ran down the Canadian's muscular back.
Logan tasted the tongue that entered his mouth. He could hear the animal scream... but the screams were softer than before. As he leaned backwards into Remy's embrace and the embrace of the waiting bed, he shivered slightly. No, I can't let tha animal control me. I ain't gonna be no better than tha cagers..
Remy's mouth descended; his lips raked down through the black fur that covered Logan's torso. He reached inside his trenchcoat for the tube of lube as his maw reached the level of the feral's thick manhood. His tongue crept out of his mouth and traveled over the salty, slight damp skin beneath the head of Logan's cock; his hot mouth then suddenly engulfed the iron flesh. As his tongue coiled around the base of the Canadian's thick manhood, his slick finger pressed into Logan's entrance and glided inside.
Logan gasped as he felt the mouth ensnare his shaft. The cool finger entering him coaxed a reflexive clenching from his ass; he felt each knuckle of the Cajun's finger. No... I ain't gonna stop... I want this; its tha animal that's sayin' no.
"Don't... don't stop.. Gumbo," the feral moaned through a shaky growl.
The Acadian replied by squeezing the muscles of his throat around Logan's length as he slid the second finger in; they nudged the stocky mutant's prostate as they came to rest within the wild man. Mon dieu he tight.. mus' be his firs' time being fucked.
The muscular, hairy body growled, shook and gasped on the bed. Torn roars of rage, pleasure, anger and need erupted from Logan's throat. His brow was furrowed; eyes clamped shut as that voice in his head protested. It's... the Wolverine... it's gettin' quieter.. a bit.
"Arrgh Rems, fuck, FUCKING DAMMIT! ARRRGGHHHH!! MORE!!!"
The tall Cajun slid the third of his long fingers into the tight feral. No wonder he never le' anyone do dis before... almos' every person wan'ed to tame him, use him, he thought bitterly. He slowly spread his fingers and stretched the Canadian delicately, such an honor to give Logan his firs' time, he gonna ge' a good one.
The torn growls and grunts continued to spill from Logan's lips. A bead of sweat slid down his face before being launched into the air by the convulsing of his body. He opened his eyes and took a glance at the Cajun; those burning eyes were free of the pity he saw in there before, there lay only respect in Remy's gaze. The thief's other hand drifted down his torso, as if petting him.
"Rems... I'm ready, fuck me... fuck me now damn ya, ya hot bastard, I need it RIGHT DAMN FUCKING NOW!"
The taller man slid his fingers out of the shorter man before guiding his lubed shaft between Logan's cheeks. He rested his hands on the wide, sturdy shoulders of the blue-eyed feral. Leaning down, the thief placed one kiss on the man's forehead before his hips began to creep forward. With glacial pace and glass-like smoothness, the Acadian's length was buried progressively deeper inside the shorter man's body. He watched the furry face below him twist through every shade of pleasure known to man.
The voice inside Logan's head fell silent. Was it paralyzed with fear? Merely dormant? Logan didn't care. He roared out triumphantly, almost grinning as the Cajun's hardness slid in and out of his ass. Its my fuckin' body, its mine ta lend out ta who I wanna. His heart-rate soared as his thick arms wrapped around the athletic form of Gambit; demands for more pouring in torn fragments from his lips.
The tall thief smirked as he smoothly slid in and out of the feral's tightness. His voice darkly purred into Logan's ear, "Feel dat, mon ami, feel me inside you cher... being so close to you.." His hand traveled lower, wrapped around the Canadian's thick manhood and pumped slowly; further moans came from the man under his touch.
Logan's growls and roars slowly subsided into deep, rough purrs laced with desire and need. His cheeks were flushed, skin fevered, breaths ragged and harsh. The Cajun's hand slid up and down his shaft as his hands dug into the sheets. Fire built in his groin; every thrust and stroke stoking it further. There was no panicking, no fear, no desire to tear those beautiful eyes out of their sockets; there was only Logan there, sweat dripping off of him and energy building within him.
The two men moved together, arms wrapped around each other and faces glittering with sweat as they raced towards the summit of their pleasure. Their gasps were call and response, escalating towards a crescendo as the urgency built.
"Logan... mon ami... so.. so close... mon dieu.. Logan.." the thief whispered as he danced on the knife-edge of climax.
It hit with the force of a tropical storm. The heat, tightness, tension, relief and resolution coursed through them both like electricity; hands tore sheets as their growls peaked in one sustained, swelling roar. As Remy came inside Logan, the thief's eyes rolled back and hid all red from view. Logan's essence spilled onto his chest as his rough breathing subsided into contented purrs.
Tha Wolverine... it's gonna be back... some time. But not yet. Not now.
The End