Loyal Opposition

Loyal Opposition

Cyclops marched into his office with a scowl on his face. That scowl quickly changed to something more angry as he saw the feral's boots resting on his desk and the cloud of cigar smoke rising above the wildly tangled mane of black hair. Logan didn't turn to acknowledge Scott. He simply kept his smirk in place and waited for the lecture to begin.

"I ordered you to leave the computer intact, Logan." You arrogant bastard.
Scott continued, his voice becoming icier. "You're allegedly part of this team Logan. That means you have to think about other people. You destroyed..."

Logan cut him off, "nothing. There were no files on the computer, the hard drives were gone, the owner can replace the fuckin' thing."

"That's not the point!" Scott's voice began showing anger. "I ordered you to leave it alone. On this team you follow my orders, understand?" Scott slammed the palms of his hands down on his desk as the last word left his lips.

"So yer bitchin' about the principle of the thing, huh Cyke?" Logan smirked again, flashing his elongated canines as he blew a cloud of smoke at the boy scout.

"You're damn right I am!" Feral bastard, I wish I had the guts to blow smoke at people that ordered me around.
"I'm team leader. You're part of this team or not. And after what this team has done for you, we'd expect you'd show some god damn gratitude! Lone wolf you act but you're one of us just as much as Ororo or Kitty!" And I wish I had the balls to be a lone wolf myself. I wish I could just scream 'fuck you all' and go off to Canada for a week. Wish I didn't admire you so fucking much.

Logan heard the frustration and anger in Scott's voice, but he didn't smell any on him. The kid was hamming it up like a Broadway actor, playing a scripted part. Logan kept his smirk in place as he blew another cloud of smoke in the air.
"Keep it up, boy scout."

Cyclops practically had a stroke at this infuriating but so fucking hot gesture of defiance. He leaned down further, his own face an inch from Logan's. He bared his own teeth, openly challenging the Wolverine back.
"You're the worst of all, even that bastard LeBeau isn't as belligerent about being a complete asshole as you are."
"Leave Gambit outta this, Cyke."
"Defend your boyfriend however you..."
"He's my fuck-buddy, Summers. You jealous or somethin'?" Logan smirked back.
Jealous? Gambit's everybody's fuck-buddy! "Fuck you Logan. I hate doing this, I hate you, I can't fucking stand you any more."

And as he heard that phenomenal string of frustrated, venomous curses, Logan detected the familiar smell of lust in the air as Scott grabbed him by the mutton-chops. The last inch of distance between them was closed as their faces collided. The impact opened a small split in Logan's lower lip; Logan's sharp teeth scraped Scott's tongue and drew blood. Their tongues wrestled, neither of them were able to pin the other. Scott's hands released Logan's facial hair as Scott withdrew from the kiss.

"Logan.... damn you make me hot when you stand up to me."
"I do, huh?" Logan smirked back, hiding his surprise.
"Yeah. Too much. I love it. I hate it. You defiant bastard."
With that, Scott grabbed Logan by the shoulders and pulled him onto the desk. Claws were unsheathed and clothes were torn to shreds.

[Ten minutes later]
"Argh... damn it.." Scott grunted through a contorted face, "damn you, fuck me harder you bastard!"
Logan chuckled through his smirk, "ya like it don'tcha, fearless leader?"
"Shut the hell up you son of a bitch and fuck me!" Cyclops barked back.
"Heh, yeah, right on it Cyke."

Logan let the cloud of smoke out of his lungs as he observed the sight before him. The team leader was bent over his own desk, and Logan's own cock was hammering into his leader's tight, muscular ass. Logan's fingers dug into Scott's hips with bruising force as he growled, his jaw clenched in exertion. He saw the sheen of sweat build up on Scott's perfectly smooth, broad back; the reddish-brown hair on the boy scout's head thrashed about wildly. Logan could only imagine Scott's face... no, he had to see it. He flipped Scott over, replacing the vision of the back with one of Scott's equally broad, ripped chest.

Logan stopped his jackhammer-thrusting as he took in the sight of Scott's flesh. It glittered with sweat. Scott's mouth was agape in pleasure... and then it contorted back into anger. Scott's hand pounced outward, gripped Logan by his matted black chest hair and pulled him in. That fuckin' hurts like a bitch!
"Did I tell you to stop, Wolverine?" Scott's voice was colored with ragged breaths, but still held anger.
"Well if ya quit yankin' me by the fuckin' hair, I'll get back ta plowin' ya One-eye."
Cyclops released his grip.

Gasps, growls and grunts echoed off the walls as Logan continued plunging his thick cock into Scott's devouring tightness. He felt a warmth in the pit of his stomach that slowly morphed into a knot which descended further.
"Fuckin' hell Cyke. Yer tight, yer fuckin' hot and I'm about ta cum inside ya. Ya want that Scott? Ya want me ta fill ya..."
Cyclops cut Logan off with a bellowed demand that was so loud, it nearly popped the Wolverine's sensitive ears. "Yeah, you selfish bastard! You're gonna do that right now, cause I'm about to blow all over you, you arrogant, sexy, insubordinate prick!"

And with that final string of insults, Logan and Scott simultaneously climaxed. The tightness in Logan's groin spasmed as he shot inside Scott; Scott gritted his teeth as his own load erupted skyward and landed on Logan's hirsuite chest and abdomen. Then Scott did something Logan did not expect; he grabbed Logan by the back of the head and pulled him down for a kiss. Their tongues struggled savagely, neither yielded in the relentless war of attrition. It left them gasping even more desperately than usual.

"Fuckin' hell Scott. Yer a damn good lay."
"Yeah. Damn it... I shouldn't find you so damn hot."
Logan could smell Scott's confusion. "Ya know, ya ain't a total bastard Summers. I wouldn't normally tell ya this, but I guess ya should know..."
Scott watched, noticing that Logan's cock returned to erect as he spoke. Guess the healing factor rumors are true.
"Been in a lot o'teams in my time. Mostly forced. So I had my share o'team leaders. An' well, at least ya know what the fuck yer doing, mostly. An' at least ya treat me like a person, not just the fuckin' attack dog ta sic on yer enemies..." Bitterness crept into Logan's tone as he spoke. Logan's hand moved to Scott's cock, which was now hardening again. Logan continued, "don't get me wrong Scott. Sometimes yer a total fuckin' prick. But I've had worse. A lot worse."

Scott was shocked, but the very slightest beginnings of a smirk began to appear on his face. "That means a lot coming from you, Logan."
"Yeah, I know."
Scott noticed that he was back to fully erect; Logan's stroking had done it's job.
"An' I wanna show it to ya." Logan pulled Scott back onto his feet, and lay down on the desk.
"Ya want yer turn, slim?" The feral bared his teeth in a smirk that was part invitation, part challenge.
Cyclops hid his delight behind his usual stony expression. "Didn't think you'd be the type to offer."
"I ain't got anything ta prove ta anyone. It feels good, that's all that matters ta me. Come on Summers, I know ya want it. I can smell it on ya pal." With that, the Canadian tossed the lube to the taller mutant and spread his thick legs.

[Five minutes later]
"Awrgh fuckin' hell, fuck One-eye that's so fuckin'...AAWRGH!!" Logan thrashed around on the desk, bellowing in unintelligible growls that could have been either rage or pleasure. Given he didn't have a face full of adamantium yet, Scott assumed it was the latter. He wished the red filter of his glasses wasn't needed to view the sight; Logan as a writhing mass of muscle and fur and rage, demanding and begging every thrust.

"Having a good time, Wolverine?" Cyclops smirked.
"Gone blind under those shades, slim?" Wolverine growled back, "what the fuck do ya think?"
Cyclops chuckled slightly as he kept pistoning into the feral. The same precision he had on a mission was on display; smooth, deep thrusts, each one pressing into the stocky Canadian's sweet spot and coaxing another roar from the savage.

"Arwgh... dammit Cyke, yer so AWRGH... fuckin' deep inside my AWRRGH... my ass, where the fuck did ya AWRRGH... learn ta fuck so good?"
He left the answer, Gambit, unspoken due to obviousness as well as being too focused on the constricting muscle that was consuming his shaft.
"Harder, boy scout! Drill me inta the fuckin' desk! Pound me, fearless fuckin' leader!" The sarcastic mockery in Logan's cigar-ravaged voice was less pronounced than usual; it was diluted with ragged panting and sheer pleasure.

Scott complied, picking up the speed, pressing in with even more ruthlessness. He watched the wild man's body writhe and drip with sweat. He ran his hands through the fur on Logan's chest. He watched the stocky Canadian's jaw clench with pleasure every time he buried himself inside the man's tight butt. Scott was panting, balls aching for release. It wouldn't be long now.
"Logan, fucking hell, I'm close..."
"Fuckin' hell yeah Scott. Ya know ya wanna cum inside me, so do it! Do what ya fuckin' wanna do, fer once!"

The voice, the heat and tightness and rage and sweat and respect and... it was all too much. Scott yelled as he hurtled over the edge; Logan following shortly afterwards with a deep purr of satisfaction. This time, Logan's hand reached up and pulled Scott's mouth downwards. Their lips collided as their tongues again battled for supremacy; the inevitable stalemate and the metallic tang of blood frustrating both of them. Yet as afterglow took hold, the anger in the kiss evaporated; violent devouring was replaced with slow exploration of the other's taste. Sharp canines grazed, but did not cut Scott's tongue; Logan's hands mapped every sculpted bulge of smooth, hard muscle on Scott's torso.

The men lay there, the shorter one beneath the taller, both atop the desk. Their eyes met in a glance of... challenge? No.. appraisal. They both smiled.
"Truce?" Logan asked, smirking.
"Consider it done," replied Scott.
THE END