Once More With Feeling
By: Jane McCracken
Pairing: Wolverine/Sabretooth.
Rated: NC 17 for graphic violence, sex, and language.
Disclaimer: They are not mine; I received no money for this.
Summary: The guys get together for a romantic long weekend. Cyclops
is jealous and wants answers.
Thanks to Natalie for all your help. For Voyruerer. You planted the seed
and this is what grew.
1
Logan trotted quickly down the hall to his room where he heard
his cell phone ringing.
“Logan,” he answered, a little out of breath.
“Hey Logan, it’s Victor.”
“Aww, my Lil Puddy Tat! I’ve been thinking about you. A lot
lately,” Logan purred in the phone. “Two months is too long to go in between
visits.”
“That’s why I called. I’m going to be in New York in a few days and
thought we could get together,” Victor informed him hopefully.
“Oh yeah, I’d love that! When and where?” Logan asked anxiously.
“What do you need me to do?”
“Nothing. I want you to leave everything to me,” Victor said.
“I’ll call you and give you the details as soon as I have them.”
“I can’t wait!” Logan cooed suggestively.
“Patience is a virtue.”
“Virtue be damned!” Logan roared. “All I want is your tight
ass wrapped around my fat, throbbing cock!”
Victor swallowed audibly, “There’s nothing I’d like more! I’ll get
to work right away and call you in a day or two.”
“You miss me, Pud?”
“Oh yeah Logan, I miss my ‘Lil Tweety Pie’ somethin’ awful! How ‘bout
you, you miss me?”
“Yeah honey. I can’t wait to see you, and kiss you, and feel
you, and taste you, and fuck you!”
“I’ll get right on it!”
“You do that.”
2
Victor got a copy of ‘The New York Times Sunday Paper’ for
things to do. He went on the Internet and found the most luxurious,
opulent hotel in the city. It was ‘The Four Seasons Hotel’. It
was perfect! Not only was it well decorated, it also cater to Japanese
cooking, which was right up Logan’s alley. He booked the Govenor’s
Suite with a private terrace.
He was spending a fortune, but he didn’t care.
The last time they were together Logan paid for everything. Now it
was his turn, and he planned to go all out! Nothing was too good!
He was going to treat Logan to a massage, whirl pool, a state of the art gym,
and the most delicious food in the city!
He also wanted to do something, but he was not sure what.
He looked through the paper and came across an article in the sports section
about ‘The Islanders’ they were going to play the ‘Detroit Red Wings’ the
weekend he would be in town! That was perfect, nothing like watching
a manly sport like hockey to get yer blood pumpin’! He called the box
office and got two tickets ice level, right on the plexiglass. There’s
nothing the right amount of money won’t buy!
That takes care of Sunday night, now for Saturday night.
Nothing really jumped out at him, so setting the paper aside, he went to keep
a hair appointment.
3
“Cut it all off,” Victor said to the girl in the mirror.
“Are you sure you want it all gone?” The hairdresser asked him.
“Yeah, I’m sick of it. I’m ready for a change. Braid a lock,
tie both ends and cut it off., then give it to me.”
“A little keepsake?”
“You could say that. I’m going to New York and I want to look nice.
Beside, it’s becoming too high maintenance,”Victor informed her.
She nodded her head as she started cutting his hair. “You’re the boss.
Oh, I envy you! It’s going to be so nice to go to New York with all
the museums and the theater. It’ll be great!”
“Yeah, I’m looking forward to it,” Victor replied.
“Have you ever been to the ‘Metropolitan Opera House’?” Macy asked.
“No, I can’t say that I have.”
“Oh, you should go. I hear it’s beautiful! I went and saw ‘Phantom
of the Opera’here. It was excellent, but I bet that it would be wonderful
in a place like ‘The Met’, shoot, any opera for that matter.”
They chatted amicably about New York, Central Park and all the town
had to offer. Also about it’s draw-backs like, the amount of people,
the dirt and the crime, just to name a few. He truly disliked
the town and preferred Seattle to New York. But to see Logan, he’d walk through
the gates of hell! When she was done, he paid her and left the shop.
It felt strange not having all that hair, but with his healing factor if he
decided he didn’t like it, it would grow back in no time. He just hoped
that Logan liked it.
When he got back home, he picked up the paper and looked to
see what was playing at ‘The Met.’ He was very suprised to see
that ‘Phantom of the Opera’ was playing there for a second run. He picked
up the phone and called and got two privite box seat for Saturday’s show.
This way they can have culture on Saturday and violence and excitement the
next night and in between, good lovin’!
4
Victor called Logan to give him all the details for the weekend.
“Hey Tweets, it’s me,” Victor said happily.
“Hi Pud, what’s the good word?”
“Here’s what’s going on for the weekend. It’s going to be a long weekend;
starting on Thursday afternoon and ending Monday afternoon. Will that
be alright?”
“Not a problem. Go on,” Logan said.
“Great! We’ll be staying at the ‘Four Seasons Hotel’, room
5101. Do you have a suit?”
“Yes, I have a suit.”
“A nice one?”
“No, it’s moth-eaten! What’s with you?”
“Nothing, I just wanted to make sure. That’s fine. You need to bring
it.”
“OK, I’ll bring a suit. Anything else?”
“Yeah, bring some nice street clothes. Something that’s comfortable,
but attractive.”
“Wha’choo got planned, Pud?”
“Never mind, I’ll tell you Thursday, oh, tomorrow!”
“I can’t wait,” Logan sighed.
“Me either. I’m counting the hours,” he informed Logan.
“How many are there?”
“18 hours,32 minutes, and 47, 48, 49 seconds!”
“I can’t wait that long. Take your pants off,” Logan instructed.
“Hang on.”
They both put down their phones and Victor quickly removes his pants.
Logan locks the door and also removes his pants. He climbs on the bed and
gets comfortable.
“You still with me, Pud?”
“Oh yeah!”
“Good. I want you to get comfortable. Where are you?”
“I’m in my bedroom,” Victor answered.
“Perfect. Put a little bit of lube on your hand and slowly rub it
up and down the shaft of your cock. Close your eyes. Feel that?
That’s my hand running up and down your hard cock, while the other one is
at your asshole, teasing it. I slip in
one finger, you hiss lightly at the intrusion, then I slip in another, spreading
my fingers to form a vee to opening you up. You cry out at the
intrusion so I wait until you push back against my hand, then I slip in a
third and slowly begin to finger fuck you,” Logan explained huskily.
“Oh Logan, Logan,” Victor sighs.
“I remove my fingers from your tight, hot opening and place the head of
my cock against your puckering hot hole and push in slowly.”
Victor moans and begins to pant quickly, which leads Logan to believe one
thing.
“Stop! Take your hand off your cock right now!” Logan demands.
“We haven’t even begun and your almost ready to cum! You’re not allow
to touch your dick again until I say so. Do you understand?”
Victor let out a whining sound and answered sarcasticly, “Yes, I understand.”
“I’m not real happy with that tone, Pud,” Logan growled. “You wanna stop?”
“No, I’m sorry . I guess it just got the better of me,” Victor replied
sheepishly.
“Alright. Now where was I? Oh yeah, now I remember. I
just pushed into you. Now, lie back, close yer eyes and tried to relax.
Just listen to my voice and to what I’m saying.
I pull all but the head out and pushed back into you a little
harder. I do it again each time pushing back in a little harder.
Finding your prostate each time and gently stroking it with my cock-head.”
Victor began to moan again as he imagined Logan doing what
he was describing in a soft, deep tone of voice. His erection was back
fully and it pulsed painfully. But he followed Logan’s instructions;
not daring to touch himself until Logan said he could.
“How do you want me to give it to you, Pud?”
“Hard! Oh Tweets, give it to me hard!”
“So I give it to you exactly the way you ask. I pound your ass so
hard it feels like my balls are gonna fall off!” Logan said panting.
“Okay Pud, you can grab your cock now. Pound with me. God, you’re
so tight! You feels so good wrapped around me. Can you
feel it?”
“Yeah, oh yeah Tweets! So good, so goddamn good! You’re
so hard, so big and thick!” Victor cried.
“All for you! It’s all for you. Ready Pud, are you ready to
cum?” Logan moaned.
“Yes! Oh yes, please Tweets please, let me cum!” He begged.
“C’mon Victor, cum with me.”
“Logan!”
“Victor!”
“That’s it, cum with me, … ooh!”
They came together, panting heavily in their phones.
‘Thank you Tweets, thank you so much . I really needed that!”
“Glad I could be of service. That should hold you until I see you
in 16 hours. What flight are ya gonna be on?”
“I’m chartering a plane, then taking a limo to the hotel. Check in
time is 3:00 p.m.. I left your name as well as my own at the desk, so
if you get there before me you can go up to the room.”
“Sounds great. I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon around 3:00.”
“OK, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Have good flight.”
“Thanks.”
End Part One