By: Lady Disdain
Raven Darkholme sits at the edge of the large four-poster bed, whimsically
twisting a strand of her hair around her slim fingers, watching the flame
red contrast with the bluish grey of her skin. She turns around, not caring
when the crisp white sheet around her body slips off of her, leaving her
naked. Her eyes meet the figure of her lover. She sighs quietly, to
herself.
Victor Creed is lying on that same bed, fully clothed and bored. He growls
as he switches the TV off and stares into the emptiness of the room. He can
smell the sweet scent of the candles Raven had scattered around the room
prior to his coming. He can also smell the fading scent of desire and lust.
His glazed eyes travel to the still form of Raven, sprawled seductively
beside him with a beckoning gleam in her gaze. He growls again and switches
the TV back on. He listens to the thunderous sound of the news helicopter
at the scene of a gruesome crime but he doesn't really hear it. He's in a
trance, somewhere between reality and his deeper subconscious, oblivious to
all around him, especially the naked woman by his side.
Raven sighs again, although this time she hardly notices. Her mind is
running wild with ideas of how to grab Creed's attention. Raising his
desire never used to be a challenge for her. The one true challenge was to
keep up with his incredible hunger and stamina. Something has changed
though, because an hour has passed and they have hardly even laid eyes on
one another. She has tried to coax him with a few caresses and resumed to
playing rough when the nice and slow approach had failed. Neither has
worked. Creed got started, the connection seemed to have been made, but
then he'd pull away and reach for the damn remote control. So she tried
shapechanging. Truth of the matter, this isn't the first time she has had
to resolve to her mutant power of shapeshifting to arouse Creed.
Over the years they have been together, she has morphed into a myriad of
characters, from the common French maid to the more obscure form of Reed
Richards. All had proven useful but this night no figure seems to turn
Creed on. Raven's lips pull themselves into a slow smile as an intriguing
idea enters her mind. It might do the trick, she says to herself, and after
all, Creed's psyche does work in mysterious ways. He would never propose
this shapeshifting himself, so it's up to her to find out whether it'd work
or not. Swiftly, she morphs into a character familiar to them both. She
reaches over to Creed with one hand and turns his head in her direction.
He begins to growl but gasps when he sees the vision lying beside him. A
little astounded at first, he finally smiles and starts to undo the buttons
on his shirt. His movements become more feverish and eager as passion
courses through him. He can feel the throbs in his groin gathering momentum
as his hands work on the trousers' zipper. He collapses on the bed again
and claims his lover's mouth with his, kissing it hard and sucking on the
bottom lip before he bites it roughly. He licks the blood that trickles
down from it onto the chin.
Smiling wickedly, Creed pushes the sheets away with his large hands. "Time
someone taught ya t'get down on yer knees and beg, runt."
He watches Logan's lips curl into a spiteful smile. "Make me."
Creed growls and tears Logan's blue and yellow spandex uniform apart with
his claws. Logan lies still, that same smile fixed on his face as Creed
runs his claws along his chest and grasps at his coarse hair, pulling it
roughly. Finally, he growls from the pain, twitching slightly. Creed grins
and reclines his lips over Logan's right nipple, suckling it at first then
biting hard, squeezing it between his teeth. He can feel Logan struggle
underneath him, which only results in Creed pushing down on him harder,
until his manhood is rubbing against Logan's bare thighs.
Suddenly, Creed stands up and pulls Logan off the bed by taking a handful
of his black hair in his right hand. He crashes Logan against the wall,
keeping the short man's back to him. Creed pulls on Logan's hair, enjoying
the sight of his arched neck under the strain of his grasp. His free hand
travels across Logan's shoulders and down his back, claws leaving red
trails and shivers. He strokes the hair on his buttocks. With a sly smile,
he spreads his fingers wide and slaps each buttock twice. Logan yelps
helplessly. Creed spanks him again, harder and gaining more pleasure from
it. He forces him to stand spread-eagled, pushed against the wall, as he
covers him with his own body.
Logan's whimpers of submissive pleasure transform themselves into loud
moans, seeping through his clenched teeth. He gives out an awful groan as
he feels Creed's strong hand reach for his thick, hard sex, abusing it with
an unspeakable ferocity. Another groan follows; it turns into a shriek when
Creed pushes his own member into Logan's tight, rough opening, pulling the
pert globes apart with the hand that was entangled in his hair. He feels
the pain, inevitable and welcome, the pain of Creed's deep thrusts which
wound him without care or gentleness. He bites on his lower lip and closes
his eyes, feeling the full length of Creed on him, pushing him against the
wall. He finds himself moving with it.
"Yer tight, runt, real tight," Creed growls, leaving Logan to shiver as
Creed's teeth graze against the back of his own neck. The guttural cry that
fills the room lets Logan know that Creed has reached the pinnacle. He
feels him slip away then collapse on him, two naked bodies revelling in
each other's wet skin.
As they lie in bed together, Creed looks over at Raven and smiles. "How did
ya know I'd like it?"
"I followed a simple rule," Raven explains, shifting her weight on her hip
so her back faces Creed and he can't see the coy smile that creeps up on
her lips, "like father like son."
