By disclaimers in part one apply here.
All Once More With Feeling
By: Jane McCracken
Part Five
They awoke after noon and ordered eggs benedict for brunch
and Mimosa to wash it down. It was a beautiful autumn day, so they
decided to have their brunch on the terrace. Their terrace overlooked Central
Park, and they reveled in the eye-candy of leaves changing from green to
vivid orange, red, yellow and brown. They watched birds flying happily
around, squirrels gathering food for the winter, (it’s good to have keen
eyesight), lovers walking hand-in-hand or laughing and playing on the grass.
They did not see the lone figure hiding in the shadows, watching them with
binoculars.
They finish their meal, then both lit a cigar. They
sat in comfortable silence, smoking and looking at the scenery. When
they were halfway through their cigars Logan turned and said, “I’ve been
patience long enough, but now I want my dessert!” He stood up and went
over to Victor. Taking his cigar, he put it in the ashtray and took him by
the hand and led him into the suite and to the bedroom.
Logan stripped the pants off of Victor, then stripped
himself. He kissed him tenderly then pushed him on the bed gently.
He applied lube to his cock and to his fingers. He inserts two and
carefully moves them around, opening Victor up.
He was still loose and open from last night’s lovemaking, so Logan removes
his fingers and positions himself behind Victor.
Tenderly stroking the cheeks of his ass, Logan says, “Here I come Pud, get
ready.”
He buried himself deeply in Creed’s ass. Pushing him down to the mattress,
he laid on top of him and slowly begins to thrust in and out. It feels
so good taking him slow and deep. He bites on Creed’s shoulder and the
nape of his neck, drawing blood.
Growling softly in his ear he whispers, “Too bad you heal so quickly, I
want to leave my mark on you so anyone who looks at you knows you belong
to me!” Logan begins to thrust harder to emphasize his words and to
prove a point to Creed. He brushes Creed’s prostate with each thrust, making
him whimper and push back into Logan, meeting his thrusts.
“Yours! I’m yours, I don’t want anyone else! Just you, no one
else but you,” Victor cried as Logan pulled him up and wrapped his fingers
tightly around his cock and began to pump in time with his own movements.
“That’s right, yer mine! Mine and no one else’s! I’ll take you
anytime, anywhere I want and use you until you’re nothing more than a quivering
puddle on the floor! But, you’ll be back for more, won’t you?
Won’t you? You’ll beg me to ram my hot, fat cock in you and make you
mine all over again!”
“Yes! God yes! Use me, use me until there’s nothing left!”
Victor wailed as he came hard, spilling over Logan’s hand as Logan sprayed
his seed inside Victor.
Logan brought his hand to his mouth and began to
lick the cum off. Victor, slouching back with his head on Logan’s shoulder,
opened his eyes and looked at Logan. Smiling, he joined in licking
on Logan’s fingers until they were clean.
They made love two more times before they fell asleep,
content in each other’s arms. When they awoke they showered together,
then decided they would eat at the hockey game. They got dressed, both wearing
jeans and comfortable cotton shirts. They both wore boots, but Logan
wore his trademark leather jacket and Victor chose a full length black leather
duster. Victor checked his wallet to make sure he had the tickets, money
and the key to the suite. Putting the wallet in his back pocket, he
made sure he had cigars and a lighter, then they left. Logan also
made sure he had everything and followed Victor out the door.
They took the limo to ‘Nassau Coliseum’ and went in.
They loaded up on beer, nachos with cheese, hot dogs and made their way to
their seat. The seats were excellent! They saw every puck pass,
goal, fight and even a body check on the plexiglass right in front of them!
They left with the Red Wings winning in overtime 3-2.
When they got back to their hotel, Victor observed that he
had only one cigar left, so they decided to walk to the tobacco store a few
blocks away. It was a beautiful autumn night, with a little chill in
the air that made it perfect for them; neither liked hot weather. They
got their cigars and headed back to the hotel talking and laughing about
the game. They decided to take a stroll through the park. Who
would ‘dare’ mug them?!
X
They walked on a concrete path that was across the street from the front
of their hotel. Engrossed in each other and their conversation, they
were a little surprises when Scott stepped out of the shadows. They
silently chided themselves for not paying more attention and smelling Scott
out.
“Move away from him, Logan,” Scott sneered, putting his hand to his glasses.
“I’m going to blow this bastard back to hell!”
Victor bared his claws and roared, ready to lunge at Scott.
But Logan stepped in and said, “I’m tired o’ yer shit, Scott. You’ll
think twice before botherin’ me again!”
Logan reached out and hit Scott with a right-cross and a left hook on the
chin, before Scott could react. He went down and out.
They looked down at his unconscious form and Logan grunted, “Hmp, glass
jaw. No one threatens MY Pud and gets away with it!” He said
darkly.
Logan took out his cell phone from his pocket and called the mansion.
“Xavier.”
“Prof, it’s Logan. Come get yer ‘Prodigal Son’.”
“Where is he?”
“Central Park, across from the ‘Four Seasons Hotel’.”
“Is he hurt?”
“Nah, just sleepin’ like a baby.”
“I’ll be right there.”
“I’ll be waitin’.”
Victor turned and started to walk away, “Where ya goin’, Pud?” Logan
asked grabbing his arm and holding him still.
“Back to the hotel.”
“Why?”
“Cause I don’t wanna make things hard for ya. Me here will make things…
‘uncomfortable’.
“Not fer me. Anyone don’t like it, c’n kiss my ass! I see who
I want an’ nobody tells me what to do! But, I’m tellin’ you, yer stayin’
put.”
"Alright, if yer sure.”
“I’m sure.”
Scott moaned and tossed his head from side to side.
“I think he’s waking up,” Victor said, pointing to Scott.
“Let him, I’ll just jack his jaw again!”
Scott stirred and his eyes fluttered open, “Wha-, what happened?”
he asked, dazed. Then he saw Sabretooth. “You! Why I oughtta-”
He didn’t even finish the thought before Logan hit him again, sending him
to La-La land.
Ten minutes later a van pulled up and Jean and Storm got out.
Logan went and stood by Creed, silently making it understood that they were
together.
“What happened to him?” Jean asked.
“I hit him.”
“Why?”
“Ask him, when he wakes up.”
They loaded Scott in the van and left.
“Well now that that unpleasantness is behind us, how about that walk,”
Logan suggested.
“OK, but this time I’m keeping my nose to the air!” Victor agreed.
Logan agreed and they walked cautiously through the park.
As it grew later the park became more and more deserted, until they were the
only ones in view. Coming back to the front of the hotel, Wolverine
pulled Creed into a kiss.
Nuzzling his jaw he said, “Let’s get back to the room.”
Victor agreed. They crossed the street and went into the hotel.
End Part Five