Victor walked into his mansion in Seattle. He placed his keys on the table
in the hall and walked tiredly upstairs to his room. He stripped off his
clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor. He went into the bathroom and
turned the shower on hot and stepped inside.
He closed his eyes as the water poured down his head and over his body. He
sighed contently as he thought about the job he had just finished and about
the large chunk of money sitting in his bank account! Assassin work was becoming
easier and easier. If the money wasn't so good, he'd seriously think about
retiring.
He picked up the soap and started lathering up his body. As his hands roamed
his body, he closed his eyes and the image of Logan danced before them. Logan
being forceful. Logan being gentle. Logan grinding and growling into him.
Logan being strict and brutish. They all turned him on and he began fisting
himself as he moaned Logan's name. He reached climax quickly, and sighed
sorrowfully because he would be sleeping alone tonight. As he shampooed his
hair, he thought about when he first arrived home from his beach adventure
with Wolverine. He lasted three days before he could take his stench no more
and bathed! Logan's intoxicating scent got washed down the drain and he pouted
at the memory. Then he remembered the blanket rolled up in his bike. He had
slept with it every night, inhaling deeply the spots where his cum dripped!
It too was beginning to lose it's aroma, so he vowed to himself that if there
was ever a next time, he would make sure Wolverine scented almost all of
his things!
He went down to the kitchen and got himself a beer. He popped the top, and
took a long pull from the bottle. He went into the den and sat down, putting
his feet on the desk. He thought back about the first time he ever saw Logan.
He was a sargeant in the army and Logan was one of his recruits. And he could
tell right off that Logan was special. He had the same stamina, energy level
and toughness as Creed. He tested him again and again, deliberately hurting
him to see if his wounds would heal instantaneously. He was not disappointed.
Soon, they were doing special assignments. Staking out buildings, stalking
some traitor bigwig, pretty much anything they were told to do without asking
questions. It was on one of the special assignments where they got stranded
in a snow storm, with only a lean-to as shelter. They had to find a way to
keep warm, so they wrapped up in each other. Victor never experienced such
unabashed pleasure! Then and there he made Logan his! No one dared challenge
his possessiveness; until Silver Fox. Just thinking about her and saying
her name leaves a bad taste in Victor's mouth!
He remembered the day Logan left him---
"Please Logan, don't leave me!" Victor cried. "I'll do anything! If I did
something wrong, I'll fix it! Or if I didn't do something, I'll do it, please!"
"Oh Victor, don't," Logan tried to soothe. "It's nothing you've done, it's
just that I'm not in love with you anymore. I love Silver Fox and want to
marry her. I'm sorry," he said, then picked up his suitcases and walked out
the door.
He thought he would die that night, but he didn't. Instead he tracked them
down and when Logan left the cabin, he went to visit Silver Fox! He smiled
to himself as he remembered the way she screamed and pleaded with him almost
like the way he pleaded with Logan before he left. In the end, it did no
good. He buried his claws in her belly, tickling her intestines as he ripped
up her chest and pulled out her heart! He relished the taste of her life's
blood on his tongue as he ate her still beating heart before her dying eyes!
" No one takes Logan away from me!" He hissed in her face as she died.
"Especially a filthy squaw like you!"
Logan had a hard time getting over it, and went after Creed with everything
he had. But their fights ended up a draw; they were too well matched. Then
thankfully, the Weapon X program eraced it from his mind. He prayed that
he would be able to have another night like the one shared with Logan again.
As he drank the last of his beer, the phone rang. He looked at the caller
ID and it read a cell phone call from New York. Did he even dare to hope?
On the fourth ring he answered it. It was Logan!
X
After he hung the phone up, he went upstairs to his room. Taking out his
duffel bag, he packed jeans, socks, underwear and t-shirts for six days.
He then went into the bathroom and packed his personal items; toothbrush,
toothpaste, deodorant, shampoo, conditioner, soap, a thin piece of raw-hide
to bind his hair and a large-toothed comb. He got dressed, put on some cologne,
Lagerfield, grabbed a jacket and his wallet, then walked out of the house.
Making his way to the garage, he selected the pickup. He climbed in, plugged
his cellphone in the cigarette lighter to charge and pulled out. He pushed
the button to shut the door. He went back into the house, turned on the security
system and made sure all the doors were locked and left his house.
He stopped in town at a lover's shop. Inside, he browsed the aisles, looking
for the perfect tools that could enhance their lovemaking and give them a
way to try out new ideas. He found a card game and a bedside box of love,
that contained honey powder, a feathered duster, passion fruit flavor massage
oil, Always Slick lubricating oil and two candles. Everything except the
lubricant, feather duster and candles were edible and used to enhance sexual
pleasure. He also grabbed a tube of Easy Anal, that claimed to a numb the
area where it was applied. He saw many other things that he would like to
try, but felt it was better to wait until next time, assuming there was one!
He paid for the items then went back to his truck.
Next, he stopped at the butcher shop. There, he got four king-size filet
mignon cut steaks. He also got a handful of beef jerky and a couple bottles
of water, then headed out for Canada.
The roads leading to the cabin were more or less deserted. Following the
map, the cabin was easy to find. As he predicted, he was the first one there
and he parked his truck in the back and got out of the pickup. Looking around,
he stretched his tired muscles. He went behind a tree and took a leak. He
went on the back porch and sat down on a wooden bench, making himself as
comfortable as possible while he waited for Logan.
The sun had just come up when he heard the purr of an engine. He sniffed
the air and caught a wiff of Logan's scent mixed with cigar smoke. Victor
took a deep breath, trying to calm his erratically-beating heart. Soon, he
told himself, he would taste Logan again! He would hold him in his arms as
his scent enveloped him! He would hear Logan cry his name in ecstacy and
beg him for more! He couldn't stop the erection from growing in his pants
as Logan pulled his truck alongside Creed's.
He got out and stretched his body. "Any trouble finding the place?" he asked
Creed as he cracked his neck and rolled in his shoulders.
"Nah, with the map it was easy," he said smiling.
"You said you'd beat me here. Have you been waiting long?" Logan asked.
"About an hour," Victor replied.
"Well, this place is powered by a generator, let's go find it and put the
gas into it. That way we'll have light and I can turn the refrigerator on.
I hate to see this food go to waste, not to mention having to drink warm
beer!" Logan stated as he started to walk around the house.
They found the generator and added the gas. Setting the drum down and closing
the lid, he wiped his hands on his pants and dug in his pocket for the key.
He took it and place it in the lock and opened the door. Sunlight flooded
the living room, bringing it to life. It was comfortably furnished with a
couch sitting in front of a stone fireplace, two easy chairs and an ottoman,
done in earth-tone color. Two pine side tables with a lamp on each and a
radio. Wood for a fire was cut, sitting in a cubby hole.
"Well, the first thing we need to do is open the windows," Logan stated,
wrinkling his nose at the stale air that assaulted them.
Victor nodded his head and said, "I'll get the bedroom and bathroom, you
do out here and the kitchen."
They went around the small cabin and opened up all the windows, letting in
fresh air. Logan went into the kitchen and turned on the refrigerator. It
clicked a few times then vibrated to life. He filled it with water, beer,
and the meat and vegetables he bought.
"Here," Victor said handing him a package. "I got filet mignon. They looked
so good I couldn't help myself!"
"Great," replied Logan. "I figure we can go hunting and fishing if we need
extra meat."
Victor nodded his head and said, "I'm going to bring my bag in."
"I'll get mine too," said Logan and they both walked out to their prospective
trucks. They walked in the back door and to the bed room. They put their
bags down and turned to face each other. They both stepped into each other
arms and kissed. It was deep, long and satisfying! Victor held Logan tightly
to him, feeling the smaller man's erection pressing against his thigh.
"If you've been driving all night, you must be tired," Victor stated.
"Yeah well, I'm more horny than tired! After I fuck you good and proper,
I figure we could both use some sleep."
They both quickly started to remove their clothes, then fell back into each
other's arms. Their fingers and mouths questing over each other. Logan reached
into his bag for the lubricant. Pushing Victor down onto the bed, he told
him to get on all fours. He then applied some lube in the crack of Creed's
ass, his own cock and his fingers. He slipped in one of his fingers then
pulled all but the tip out. He pushed in a little harder and faster until
Victor started to moan and pushed back against his hand. He then added another
finger, doing the same thing except as he pulled out he separated the fingers
into a vee. When Victor started to moan he added a third finger, fucking
Victor hard with them until he cried, "Logan please, I want to feel your
cock in me!"
Logan pulled his fingers out and placed the head of his cock at Victor's
opening and pushed in. They both roared with pleasure as Logan began a steady
in and out movement within Creed.
'How do you want it?" Logan asked Creed.
"Hard! Harder! Please, again! I want you to slam me so hard that I think
you're going to end up in front of me!"
Logan gripped his hips tight as he pounded into Creed until he cried, "I'm
coming! I'm coming! Oh Logan!" Logan grabbed Victor's cock and began pumping
it hard. With a roar, he came hard. When he grew soft, Logan grabbed both
his hips tightly and slammed into him. After about two minutes he growled
and moaned Victor's name as he arched his back and pushed into Victor, flooding
his ass with his juices. He sighed contently as he collapsed on top of Victor.
After about a minute he got off him and laid next to him on the bed. Victor
rolled over on his side and pulled Logan to him, kissing the back of his
head. Within minutes they fell asleep, content to lay in each other's arms.