More Than You Could Know
By: Jane McCracken
Rating: NC 17
Pairing: Wolverine and Sabretooth
Summary: sequel to "Fancy Meeting You Here". The boys get together
again.
Disclaimer: They are not mine. No copyright infringement intended.
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Please ask, then take. For Natalie; who's a wolf at heart!
More Than You Could Know
By: Jane McCracken
Part 1
Logan wiped his hands on the on the rag and inspected his work. The spark
plugs sat in perfect unison with each other. He tested them to make sure they
were secure, then sat on the seat of the bike and turned the engine over.
The Harley roared to a start, then idled smoothly. He smiled, pleased with
his morning's work.
He turned the bike off and reached for a cigar. He bit the end off, and
lit it. Puffing on it, he thought back on the last two weeks. When he returned
home he found Scott crying and confused. It seems Jean wanted nothing to do
with him; she had had enough of his fickle ways! She was tired of him running
hot and cold and expecting everyone to feel the same way. She had made it
clear that he was the last person on the face of the earth she wanted to
have a child with! It seems her interests were leaning toward the Professor
of all people!
Logan couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of the two of them together!
He honestly couldn't see them together. He saw them more as a father/daughter
couple, not a boyfriend/girlfriend type. He just didn't see what they would
have in common aside from the mutant research aspect of the relationship.
But it didn't really matter to him, so long as Scott was put in his place.
He thought about his time with Victor and smiled. He needed every bit of
what Sabretooth gave him and he would be eternally grateful to him for it!
He didn't consider it cheating because he and Scott had broken up, but now
they were back together again. It took some pleading, begging and crying on
Scott's part before Logan would even consider forgiving him. Then Scott went
out of his way to please and make Logan happy; cooking his favorite meals,
planning romantic getaways, drawing a bath and washing him from head to toe,
then giving him a complete body massage, and of course, the sex. Scott went
out of his way to please Logan sexually. Learning different ways to give
a blow-job, trying out different ways to provocatively open himself up. Doing
whatever Logan told him to do, causing them to experience unadulterated pleasure!
Logan felt himself grow hard at the thought of being with Scott and he threw
his cigar down and dismounted the bike. He could think of no greater reward
for a hard morning's work than to fuck Scott's brains out! Wiping his hands
again, he gathered up the tools, put them away and headed up to Scott's bedroom.
As he entered the hall where their rooms were located he could smell Scott's
scent as well as Warren Worthington III, or as Logan like to call him 'The
Winged Wonder'! Logan made no bones about the fact that he hated Angel! Mr.
Rich Pretty-Boy made him want to gag and sink his claws into his well-toned
stomach! But he was a good friend of Scott's, so he tolerated him.
He opened the bedroom door and found Scott naked, on his knees, with Worthington's
cock slurping in and out of his wet mouth. Warren moaned and fanned his snow-white
feathered wings opened and closed around Scott as he whispered words of encouragement
to him. He pounded himself in and out of Scott's mouth, then crying he was
about to cum, Scott pleaded to him to cum on his face! Warren grabbed the
shaft of his cock and pumped vigorously as Scott licked the slit and kissed
the head until it exploded sending large drops of clear liquid all over his
face.
Logan reacted in rage as he lunged himself at Scott, grabbing him by the
throat and pinning him against the wall. He extracted the two outer claws
leaving the middle one still encased. He rested the knuckles of his hand under
Scott's chin causing the two claws to go on either side of his face. With
the other hand, he held Scott's head immobile by the forehead.
"I could kill you, you whore!" Logan growled.
The fear in Scott's eyes made Logan back off. He moved his hands off of
Scott's face and sheathed his claws. He stood there staring at him, his hands
by his side clenching and unclenching as he noted the globs of cum clinging
to Scott's face. He felt bile rising in his throat as he turned on his heels
and left the room. Angel just stood there quietly; his wings wrapped around
him self protectively. He knew the way Logan felt, and it would be in his
best interest not to draw attention to himself. He let out a sigh of relief
when Logan left the room.
Logan went into his own bedroom and made a beeline for the bathroom. He
stripped off his clothes, turned the shower on hot and stepped inside. He
let the water run over him as he closed his eyes. The sight of Scott on his
knees, in front of Angel haunted him. It hurt so bad that he slowly sank
to his knees, hung his head and cried.
The water bounced off his neck and head, plastering his hair to his head.
His body shook from the wracking sobs that were escaping his throat, and the
emotions overwhelmed him so that he found it hard to breathe. After about
an hour, he stood on shaky, numb legs and washed his body and face. He blew
his nose, clearing the sinuses of any snot. He then grabbed the shampoo and
washed his hair, then rinsed it. He added conditioner, then rinsed his hair
and turned off the water. He wrapped a towel around his waist and grabbed
another to dry his hair.
As he walked into the bedroom, he saw Scott sitting on his bed. Looking
at him, he noticed he had wiped the cum off his face. He still reeked of
the 'Winged Wonder', so he knew he didn't wash.
"Whadaya want, Cyclops?" Logan asked tonelessly.
"Logan please, I want to explain."
"What's there to explain? You were begging your new boyfriend - or is he
the old - no matter, anyway, you wanted him to cum on your face. Which he
did. The only fly in the ointment was you didn't expect me to walk in the
door," Logan said with a shrug.
"Logan, it's more complicated than that," Scott tried to explain.
But Logan held up his hand and shook his head. "I don't want to hear it.
All I want is for you to get out of my room and to leave me alone. Because
if you don't, I won't be held responsible. I've never been good at holding
my temper, so I suggest you don't press your luck!" he warned as he grabbed
Scott by the arm and pushed him over the threshold of the door and shut it
firmly in his face.
Logan dried himself off, got dressed, then grabbed his duffel bag out of
the closet. He grabbed five pairs of jeans, five t-shirts, five pairs of socks,
five pairs of the underwear (even though he rarely wears them) and a sweat
shirt. He takes the clothes and carefully places them in the bag. Afterwards,
he goes into the bathroom and gets the shampoo, conditioner, deodorant, razor,
a new bar of soap, toothbrush, toothpaste and a comb. He places them in a
zip-lock bag and adds them to the duffel. He puts his wallet in his back
pocket, pulls on his boots and shrugs into his leather jacket. Taking a quick
look around to make sure he hasn't forgotten anything, he shuts the door
and walks down the hall.
He first stops by the Professor's office. "Come in, Logan," Xavier said
before he has the chance to knock. God, he hates when he does that! He goes
in and sits down in front of Charles, who is at his desk grading papers.
"I need to get away from here for a few days," Logan explained. "I was hoping
I could borrow the pick-up."
"Certainly. The keys are in the garage." He looked sympathetically at Logan
and said, "Is there anything I can do?"
"No. I have to work this out for myself, and I think it would be best for
all concerned if I wasn't here."
Xavier nodded his head. "Take all the time you need."
"Thanks," Logan said as he stood up to leave. "I'm gonna stop in and say
goodbye to Marie, OK?"
"Of course," Xavier said as he turned his attention back to the papers.
Marie was in geography class, which was taught by Storm. He opened up the
door and quietly stepped in. He waited until Ororo noticed him and said, "Yes,
Logan. Is there something I can do for you?"
"I need to see Marie for a moment," he explained.
"Of course. Rogue?" She said to the girl who had a curious look on her face.
Rogue got up and walked out of the classroom with Logan. They went over
and sat on one of the benches by a window. She looked down at the bag he
was holding, then at the way he was dressed.
"You runnin' again?" She asked.
"Just for a while," he replied with a shrug. "I need to get away for a while
and I was wonderin' if you'll be all right while I'm gone?" he asked with
genuine concern.
"Sure. I have plenty to keep me busy until you return."
"Good. You just tell that Remy character to mind his manners or he'll have
to answer to me!" he teased.
"Logan!" She giggled.
"Here," he said handing her his dog tags. "I'll be back for these. Until
then, I want you to wear 'em and keep 'em safe." He stood up and hugged the
well clad-girl in his arms and kissed her on the top of the head. "Be good.
I'll be back in a few days."
He watched as she walked back into the classroom then turned and walked
down to the garage. He went to where the keys hung on a hook and selected
the keys to the pick-up. He climbed inside and lit a cigar. Then took out
his cell phone and charger and plugged it into the cigarette lighter. He
started the truck and looked at the gas gauge; it was full. He put the vehicle
into drive and drove out of the garage, down the path and out of the gates
of The Xavier Institute For Gifted Youngsters.
When he got into the small town of Salem Center, he pulled into a realitor's
shop and got out of the truck. He went in and was asked by a pleasant- looking
lady if she could help him.
"Yeah. I'm looking to rent a cabin for a short time," he said.
"Anywhere in particular? She asked.
"Yeah, somewhere up north. Preferably, Canada. I want something secluded."
"Let's see what I have," she said as she began to pull up files on her computer.
After about five minutes she said, "Here, I think I found one! It's small,
only four rooms, secluded and on a lake. There is plenty of ground to go hiking
or hunting. The lake has fish in it that is safe to eat and the water is
clean so you can swim." She turned the screen so he could look at the picture
of the cabin. It was perfect, exactly what he was looking for.
"Great, I'll take it. When can I moved in?"
"Let me see. It says it's available immediately," she smiled.
"This must be my lucky day!" Logan said with a smile. "Any power to it?"
"Yes, it's powered by a gas generator. You have to provide the gas."
He filled out all the necessary papers, paid for the cabin outright for
two weeks, got a print-out of a map to the place and collected the keys.
By 3:00 he was on his way to Canada.
As he drove, he reached into his breast pocket and took out a cigar along
with a small card. Curious, he looked at it, then smiled. Printed on it was
one word: Creed. Along with a phone number. He pulled into a rest area. He
lit his cigar and removed his phone from the charger. He dialed the number
and counted four rings before the line was answered with a direct response.
"Creed."
"Hey Victor. Logan."
"Yeah, what can I do ya for?"
"I was wondering if you were busy?" He asked, hoping to keep the desperation
out of his voice.
"When?" He responded, his heart pounding with anticipation.
"Now, or any time within the next two weeks," he replied.
"I just finished a job, so as of now I'm free."
"Great. I've rented a cabin up north and was wondering if you'd like to
join me."
"Sure, where?"
"If you have a fax number I can send you a copy of the map I have."
"Yeah, I have a fax machine. You can send it to me now."
Logan went into the rest area's building and used the fax machine that was
available. He went back outside and sat at one of the picnic tables.
"Got it? He asked Creed.
"Yeah. When you want me to come?"
"Anytime. I'm leaving right now and driving all night. I should be there
in the morning. I'll stop at a store and picked up a few things to eat and
some beer and water."
"Sounds good," Victor replied, his heart pounding in his chest. "I'll leave
in a little while. Chances are good that I'll beat you there."
"Well if you do, park your ride in the back. See you in a little while."
Logan got back into his truck and headed on the highway toward Canada and
hopefully to some fun and games!
End Part 1