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Title: What you see
Fandom: X-Men: Movieverse
Characters: Kurt Wagner/Logan
Prompt: 026 - Team mates
Word Count: 3839
Rating: NC-17
Summary: My fandom knows shower scenes.
Author's Notes: Rough hot wet sex.
Kurt turned his face up into the scalding spray, letting the burning needles of the shower run over his skin in jabbing bursts. Washed the sweat off himself, tail twisting lazily behind him in slow arcs as his tired muscles softened under the soothing influence of the hot water. It had been a tiring mission, and one well over. If he saw Sabretooth anywhere but on a TV screen and also in court rather then on a murderous rampage in front of him, it would be far too soon.
Captured and caged, removed from the society that he seemed to hold such a murderous rage towards. It was...he didn’t know if he could say it was for the best. But it was the safest thing. The man’s feline eyes had been so full of anger, of hate. And he had directed a lot of it towards Logan...and towards him.
Never thought you were a fag, runt!
Kurt shivered, and put one hand against the cool tile as he leant forward, head bowed to let the water run onto his shoulders and down his back. The man had been able to smell Logan on his skin. His scent on Logan. Mingled scent of lovers. Logan had tried to describe it to him once before giving up and pinning him to the bed, nuzzling at the line of his shoulder and down the curves of his body. Licking at his skin as he mouthed each scar, fangs just scraping over blue without cutting it to bring in the red. He could hear the other members of the team who’d come back, different showers starting up and voices. Cyclops. Scott, now that the mission was over. Piotr, the Russian boy. Colossus. He became steel. The women were in a different room, which was as it should be, out of hearing. Both sexes sequestered from each other in this needful circumstance, as they both washed away the sweat and stain of battle. He still didn’t know how he felt about women being included on the team, but held his tongue. It was not his decision to make, and they had proved themselves before he had even been considered. They would not have appreciated his caution, his fear for them, because they were warriors too.
And he could hear the rough low rumble of Logan’s voice, rasping along what suddenly felt like exposed nerve endings. Open and raw. Shivered in spite of the heated water and tilted his head up to feel the shower spray against his closed eyes. Stinging along the planes of his face. Little red hot needles that drove tension from tired muscles and let him drift, thinking thoughts he did not want to think.
Logan tossed his head irritably as he felt hot water slice through the dried blood that was caked onto his body, remains of his fight with Sabretooth. The big man had found out something, remembered something maybe. Just what past did they have together? Anyway, he was pissed off enough that the golden haired feral had even tried to put his hands on something he saw as his. Soon as Kurt had bamfed in, it had been all hands on the blue one. Fucking bastard. Still, chances were he was still choking on his own blood after Logan had slammed his claws through his chest. Repeatedly. Until he went down in a spray of blood and coughing growls.
They always tore each other to pieces, each time they met up. It was almost ritual now. Sabretooth gave some hard blows, but Logan was better. So much better. Even without the adamantium, he would have bet he could have Sabretooth beaten hollow easily. The follow through action with the adamantium, the way the claws just slid through everything like a sizzling hot knife through butter, couldn’t be improved on, in his opinion. But he still wondered, what it would have been like without them.
“Logan.”
He turned his head, hand on the zipper of his uniform jumpsuit as he heard Scott’s voice. Raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, Slim?”
“If you need some assistance looking up some of the things Sabretooth talked about today...I’m willing to lend a hand.”
Logan stared at the other man for a moment, waiting for the trick to be complete. Didn’t smell like he was lying. But he was nervous. Well, they didn’t get on well. That had never changed. But maybe they could keep on working on the middle ground. Jean’s legacy, one of many. One corner of his mouth quirked up a slight smile, then he nodded slowly. “Ok.” A pause where they stared at each other. “Anything else?”
Now that his offer of help had been offered and received, Scott shook his head and went to have a shower. “That’s it, for now.” The tension that seemed to always radiate between them died away again as they separated. Both of them, for different reasons, had their own way of doing things and liked everything to be the way they liked them. It brought its own clashes. And there were still a fair number of personal experiences that lay between them. But, Logan thought as he stripped out of his uniform and dumped it on the ground before walking to the shower, it was mostly about differences of opinion in the way they saw each other.
While Logan took Scott’s orders on a mission, when they weren’t was a different matter. And he could feel it like an ache, the need for one or the other of them to express dominance. In a manner that put an end to this endless circling. But Scott was civilized about his disputes. Logan bared his teeth, exposing keen canines in a wolfish grin to the tile before hot water slicked down his wild hair. He breathed in through his nose, closing his eyes against the boiling hot spray and let it wash away the blood and sweat. Seemed like no time at all before he heard the kid leave, Scott with him and talking.
Which left a total of two people in the bathroom. Him. And Kurt.
Logan’s grin stretched wide for a moment, before he turned off his shower head and stepped back out of his cubicle. Padding across the floor, wet footprints behind him, he opened the door to the one shower that was still running silently and let it close. Kurt’s back was to him, the bumps of his vertebrae still visible even after the months he’d been at the Institute, being fed regular, tail coiling and uncoiling down around his ankles. Reaching out, Logan ran one broad hand down his lover’s back, and grinned at Kurt as the other man turned to face him. Not needing the sight of the German’s rising erection to know that the other man was aroused, the pheromones pouring off his skin made it more then clear to him. Red flag to the bull of his own building lust.
“Hmmm...you smell good,” Logan rumbled, nuzzling at the hollow between Kurt’s neck and shoulder, hand sliding down the lines of the German’s back to pull him in hard against him. Thick three-fingered hands opened against his sides, almost claw-like nails scraping against his skin.
“You need a bell,” Kurt teased, arching his neck and shivering under the biting nip of Logan’s mouth. Pressed his hips forward, one thigh rubbing against Logan’s erection and shuddering as he heard the approving soft growl. “Gott, Logan, bitte...” He’d almost died today. The terrifying memory of Sabretooth’s claws raised to strike as he sprawled on the ground, dizzy with a knock to the head and unable to teleport right at that precise moment filled his mind. Logan had saved him, thrown the taller man away with a bellow and a slash of metal claws. He wanted to make sure he was alive. Turned his head to catch Logan’s mouth, kissing him desperately and feeling the other man’s fangs grate against his own, the hand on his ass tighten before another one joined it. “Bitte, Liebster, bitte...I want to feel alive.”
“Sure, darlin’,” Logan agreed in a rough voice, the sudden terror that had poured off Kurt needing no explanation from his side of things. Creed was an evil minded son of a bitch. If he couldn’t kill Logan, he’d go for the things that Logan marked as his. His team mates, his pack, his mate. Logan dug his fingers into the round curves of Kurt’s ass, feeling the length of tail that extended down from the teleporter’s spine twine and knock against his knuckles. “Grab that body lotion.”
“Ja, ja,” Kurt muttered, reaching back behind him and groping for the bottle that Logan had suggested. Anyone else would have put their shoulder out, in a way that was full of pain. Kurt’s body just flexed and let him do what he wanted - and at the moment what he wanted really centered around the rough man who was pressed against him, fingers digging into his skin and hard teeth biting at his nipple. He arched and cried out, before h hushed himself, biting his lip. Somebody could hear.
“Make all the noise you want, blue. Everybody’s left, and I’ll erase the tapes, after.” Logan licked his lips slowly, cleaning off the bright copper tang of Kurt’s blood from the outside of his mouth and rolling it around on the inside some. Sweet. His boy tasted real sweet, and he bruised right pretty. The hot musky brimstone scent of him filled Logan’s nose and he growled against the blue skin, urging Kurt to hurry up with that bottle of lotion.
“Here,” Kurt said, handing the bottle to Logan, before moaning into his mouth as the feral mutant kissed him again. Tongue stroking against his fangs and exploring every inch of his back teeth, lit him up from the inside like he was on fire. This, this was life. This was living. He used the grip of his tail on the shower hook to help steady himself as Logan pressed him up and against the shower cubicle wall, hooking one leg around his lover’s waist. Shivered, waiting, as the hot scalding water cascaded over them both.
Pouring a small puddle of the herbal scented lotion onto his hand, coating his fingers, Logan slid them down along curve of Kurt’s ass until they rested against his hole. The hiss from Kurt’s mouth urged him to get a move on, until the German almost screamed as he roughly shoved one finger inside.
“Logan, bitte, ja, more,” Kurt hissed through his teeth as he felt Logan hesitate. He wouldn’t break, he wasn’t made of delicate china. Not with the things he’d lived through, even if some of them had passed him in drugged dreams. Always holding back, Logan was. Never letting go. He wanted to see the man’s control break, to know that he’d done that. The thought scared and thrilled him at the same time, uneasy heated feeling lurching in his gut. “More, mein wildes Tier. Fick mich, Gott Verdammt!”
And then he bit Logan on the curve of his neck, demonic fangs sliding easily through soft flesh.
Logan snarled, like a wild animal and Kurt felt the recklessness thrill through his stomach. Like flying. Like the trapeze. High above the ground with no net to catch him if his grip slipped. He didn’t know if he would fall and crash and burn, but he didn’t care. This was what he wanted, the wild ride. Tonight, to make him feel alive. As if he would never die. The high of it all singing through him.
Shaking his head to try and rattle the feral buzz out of it, Logan glared at Kurt, teeth bared in a snarl and fangs interlocked. Vicious. The usual tense control evaporating like a mist before the sun, in the face of Kurt’s mocking red-smeared smile. His blood. There. On his lover’s mouth. His mate. The wound was healed already, gouges filling in with skin as the crimson smear washed away with the water of the shower.
“Ja, like that,” Kurt groaned as he let his head bang back against the wall supporting his back as Logan’s finger twisted inside him roughly before being joined by another. The ache and burn sang through his veins, snarl etched on his lover’s features calling to something dark inside the both of them. “Just like that, Logan, bitte, please...”
“Is this really what you want, elf? You want this?” Logan growled at the German, fingers fucking him roughly as he pinned him to the shower wall. Compliant for now, but the edge of danger, of defiance was still glittering in the fangs of his smile. He could feel the muscles around his probing fingers being forced to relax, the stinging pain of Kurt’s nails digging into his shoulders, the heat of the shower running over his skin. Water droplets beading along his eyelashes and down along the lines of Kurt’s scars. Diamonds on blue velvet, like some fucking showcase in a store as the indigo skinned mutant writhed and thrust his slim hips downwards further onto his fingers. Taking them to the hilt and demanding Logan’s roughness with every harsh moan and guttural snarl.
Spun him around as he slid his fingers out in a quick movement, watching the muscles in Kurt’s back jump and shiver as he slapped one perfectly muscled butt cheek with the flat of his hand. Hard enough to bruise. The tail lashed dangerously against the German’s legs like an enraged cat’s, before lifting and twining around his waist to tug him in closer. Logan resisted, digging his heels in and listening to the noise of frustration, disgruntled hiss like an angry feline, escaping Kurt’s mouth.
“Ah ah, you wait,” he rumbled, wrapping one hand in dense dark blue curls and tugging Kurt’s head backwards for a kiss. Mauled his mouth, rougher then he’d ever been as the other blunt fingered hand slid up along toned stomach muscles to defined pectorals, twisting the tight bud of one nipple hard. Swallowed the wail, pressing his hard cock up against the firm ass he was intending to fuck almost raw as soon as he felt that it was the right time.
Kurt heard his nails scrape along the tiles with a thin sound as his fingers contracted, kissing Logan back fiercely. Fang locked against fang, before the hard fingers in his hair tightened even further and he whimpered submission, golden eyes halfclosed and more then dazed. This was what he wanted. This. He could feel the heated hardness of his lover’s erection pressed against his ass, bright sparks of pain trailing down from his tortured nipple and he rocked his hips back. Rubbing himself up against Logan and trying to incite him to just force his way in. He felt so empty, almost dead.
The impatience burned alongside the lust as Logan’s hand tormented him further, still held to the kiss by the other. Pinching and rolling his nipples in turn, hard cock still sliding between his ass cheeks like the worst tease he’d ever felt, before descending to pull roughly on his cock and fondle his balls. Like he was some toy that Logan owned, that he wanted to devour. Hint of copper in his mouth as the force of Logan’s kiss split his lip, and the hands suddenly tightened. He moaned, feeling a growl reverberate through Logan’s chest, almost afraid but still feeling almost pathetically eager. It had never been quite like this before.
Pouring more lotion into the palm of his hand, Logan impatiently threw the bottle behind him as he rubbed the cool herbal smelling slick along his cock. Kurt’s hands were flat on the shower tiles in front of him, legs spread and knees a bit bent, presenting his ass at just about the perfect height and angle. Tail coiled away around his leg like a good boy, he noted with a dirty grin, spreading the muscled cheeks of Kurt’s ass with his hands to expose the small pucker hidden between them. Water traveling in slick rivulets along his skin, almost like the scars that covered his front, just as intricate and almost as nonsensical to Logan’s eye.
“Oh Gott, Logan, bitte,” Kurt sighed, resting his forehead against the tile for a moment. The hot water pelted down along his back and shoulders, easing tension and needling his skin. The position he was in made him feel the wanton, burning with lust. Like fire inside his skin. Felt the almost gentle press of Logan’s mouth to his back, kissing the skin and then the hard thrust in of his cock that had him scrabbling at the walls and wailing in German, body jerking away from the burning pain in an instinctive reaction he couldn’t stop.
“Easy,” Logan hissed into Kurt’s pointed ear, hands pulling thin hips back against his and holding the German there. So tight. So fucking tight. He could feel Kurt’s body spasming in reaction around his cock, and he groaned, biting at the side of his lover’s neck as he waited for him to calm down a little. Soft breathy moans in the dark rolling guttural language that was Kurt’s native tongue turning him on even more. But he held himself back, waiting. “Easy there, darlin’...” One hand slid down the toned muscles of Kurt’s stomach to fondle his cock, closing around the shaft and sliding up and down it to encourage his lover’s interest again. Licked and bit the side of his neck before trailing the tip of his tongue up to one pointed ear.
Waited, breathless moment as Kurt’s breathing slowed, feeling him harden against the palm of his hand. Shifted his hips, pressing closer and listening to the breathing of the German hitch on a moan. Nuzzled the side of his neck again, mouth working at darkening a mark against indigo skin, ownership claim. This body was his. This. His. Let his fangs drag over the skin, nicking it just gently. Enough to make red bloom against his skin, flood Logan’s mouth with copper sweetness. Growled against the skin that he’d fastened his mouth to, heard Kurt moan in breathless response as he started to move. Hard and fast thrusts, slap of wet skin noisy in the confined space of the cubicle, upper hand shifting to hold Kurt in place as he continued to torment his cock with the other.
“God, Kurt,” he groaned, feeling the wet lithe body in front of him twist and move in response to his violent rhythm. Muscle and bone. Too much bone, for his liking. Licked the nick he’d left in Kurt’s shoulder with a rough tongue, fangs scraping as he dragged his tongue back up the slender arched neck. Letting himself go, blood sliding along his tongue like silk and the clutching heat around his cock making him want to drive in harder. As hard as he could. Until he left bruises, up and down Kurt’s skin with his hands and his hips and his mouth. Markings over the scars. Passion over prayer. Wanted Kurt to go around marked and sore and aching so he knew, knew every moment what had happened. Who had fucked him. Taking the concerned questions with a stammer and a sideways glance. But Logan would know, watching him move with the aches of getting fucked this hard, that he was the one that had done it.
Snarled as he sank his fangs in on the back of Kurt’s neck, holding him pinned like a wolf fucking its bitch.
“Ja, bitte,” Kurt moaned, voice sounding hoarse as he braced himself against the tiles, thick fingers outspread. Logan’s hand held him in place for the pounding thrusts, like his lover was trying to fuck his way through his body. Rough fingers around his aching erection, jerking him off with casual violence. Hard and fast. All of it. Like he’d wanted. The terrifying leap into space. “Fick mich, ja, oh Gott, Logan!” Voice soaring upwards as Logan bit him, hard on the back of neck. Animal sounds reverberating against his skin, his flesh as his lover continued to fuck him. Bruised, he could feel his thighs bruising from the force of Logan’s thrusts. He’d taunted the Wolverine until it came out to play, and now it was time to pay the price for it. Reap the whirlwind.
Moaned like he was dying every time Logan’s cock thrust home, ballsdeep inside him, hard and thick and pinned between Logan’s teeth and his cock and his hands. Held still for this. Feeling blood and water and sweat trickle down his back, across his skin, trace the shape of his scars. Divine mystery outlined, a soul full of sin displayed on his flesh as he was fucked, adored, devoured, changed completely as his stuttered prayers of lust fell from his mouth. Gasping breath almost choking him every time he tried to breathe, water sliding into the corners of his mouth. Wet breath, wet sounds, wet moans. Coating his eyes so he saw through a veil of damp hair and crystal droplets. Water clinging possessively to their skin like another lover, damp fog of steam cloaking them as they moved together. Always together.
“Bitte, bitte, bitte, unh, Gott, oh Liebster!”
Logan growled against the bones of Kurt’s neck as he felt the other man come, still fucking him through it as the lean blue body shuddered and quaked against him. He could feel his own orgasm approaching, like a bullet to the brainpan or somewhere down low on the spine. Threw his head back and howled as he came, mouth shining red in the damp light that penetrated the fog of the shower cubicle. Black in his head for a moment, where there was nothing but pleasure. Ecstasy. Nothing else in the world existed except for Kurt and himself.
And it let them down back into reality.
He stepped back slowly, rubbing his hand against Kurt’s back as the German continued to shudder in reaction, palms pressed to warm tiles. Didn’t know what to say. Had to ask. Kurt had wanted this, but did he still want it now that they were done?
“You alright?”
Kurt turned, golden eyes opening before he draped his arms around Logan’s neck and kissed him, tasting the red salt of his blood on his feral lover’s mouth. Pink tongue chasing the taste out industriously amongst sharp teeth as Logan’s hands rose for a moment, hesitated, then settled on his bruised hips and pulled him forward and close. Tight.
“Ja, wundervoll, Liebster.” He paused to breathe, before resting his chin on Logan’s shoulder. Feeling the warmth of the man against him, steadier then the warmth of the shower that was still beating down over their skins. Kissed him again, on the corner of his mouth. They didn’t need to speak. Not right now. Just wait in the water, as it beaded wetly over their skins and washed the new layer of stains away.
Fandom: X-Men: Movieverse
Characters: Kurt Wagner/Logan
Prompt: 026 - Team mates
Word Count: 3839
Rating: NC-17
Summary: My fandom knows shower scenes.
Author's Notes: Rough hot wet sex.
Kurt turned his face up into the scalding spray, letting the burning needles of the shower run over his skin in jabbing bursts. Washed the sweat off himself, tail twisting lazily behind him in slow arcs as his tired muscles softened under the soothing influence of the hot water. It had been a tiring mission, and one well over. If he saw Sabretooth anywhere but on a TV screen and also in court rather then on a murderous rampage in front of him, it would be far too soon.
Captured and caged, removed from the society that he seemed to hold such a murderous rage towards. It was...he didn’t know if he could say it was for the best. But it was the safest thing. The man’s feline eyes had been so full of anger, of hate. And he had directed a lot of it towards Logan...and towards him.
Never thought you were a fag, runt!
Kurt shivered, and put one hand against the cool tile as he leant forward, head bowed to let the water run onto his shoulders and down his back. The man had been able to smell Logan on his skin. His scent on Logan. Mingled scent of lovers. Logan had tried to describe it to him once before giving up and pinning him to the bed, nuzzling at the line of his shoulder and down the curves of his body. Licking at his skin as he mouthed each scar, fangs just scraping over blue without cutting it to bring in the red. He could hear the other members of the team who’d come back, different showers starting up and voices. Cyclops. Scott, now that the mission was over. Piotr, the Russian boy. Colossus. He became steel. The women were in a different room, which was as it should be, out of hearing. Both sexes sequestered from each other in this needful circumstance, as they both washed away the sweat and stain of battle. He still didn’t know how he felt about women being included on the team, but held his tongue. It was not his decision to make, and they had proved themselves before he had even been considered. They would not have appreciated his caution, his fear for them, because they were warriors too.
And he could hear the rough low rumble of Logan’s voice, rasping along what suddenly felt like exposed nerve endings. Open and raw. Shivered in spite of the heated water and tilted his head up to feel the shower spray against his closed eyes. Stinging along the planes of his face. Little red hot needles that drove tension from tired muscles and let him drift, thinking thoughts he did not want to think.
Logan tossed his head irritably as he felt hot water slice through the dried blood that was caked onto his body, remains of his fight with Sabretooth. The big man had found out something, remembered something maybe. Just what past did they have together? Anyway, he was pissed off enough that the golden haired feral had even tried to put his hands on something he saw as his. Soon as Kurt had bamfed in, it had been all hands on the blue one. Fucking bastard. Still, chances were he was still choking on his own blood after Logan had slammed his claws through his chest. Repeatedly. Until he went down in a spray of blood and coughing growls.
They always tore each other to pieces, each time they met up. It was almost ritual now. Sabretooth gave some hard blows, but Logan was better. So much better. Even without the adamantium, he would have bet he could have Sabretooth beaten hollow easily. The follow through action with the adamantium, the way the claws just slid through everything like a sizzling hot knife through butter, couldn’t be improved on, in his opinion. But he still wondered, what it would have been like without them.
“Logan.”
He turned his head, hand on the zipper of his uniform jumpsuit as he heard Scott’s voice. Raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, Slim?”
“If you need some assistance looking up some of the things Sabretooth talked about today...I’m willing to lend a hand.”
Logan stared at the other man for a moment, waiting for the trick to be complete. Didn’t smell like he was lying. But he was nervous. Well, they didn’t get on well. That had never changed. But maybe they could keep on working on the middle ground. Jean’s legacy, one of many. One corner of his mouth quirked up a slight smile, then he nodded slowly. “Ok.” A pause where they stared at each other. “Anything else?”
Now that his offer of help had been offered and received, Scott shook his head and went to have a shower. “That’s it, for now.” The tension that seemed to always radiate between them died away again as they separated. Both of them, for different reasons, had their own way of doing things and liked everything to be the way they liked them. It brought its own clashes. And there were still a fair number of personal experiences that lay between them. But, Logan thought as he stripped out of his uniform and dumped it on the ground before walking to the shower, it was mostly about differences of opinion in the way they saw each other.
While Logan took Scott’s orders on a mission, when they weren’t was a different matter. And he could feel it like an ache, the need for one or the other of them to express dominance. In a manner that put an end to this endless circling. But Scott was civilized about his disputes. Logan bared his teeth, exposing keen canines in a wolfish grin to the tile before hot water slicked down his wild hair. He breathed in through his nose, closing his eyes against the boiling hot spray and let it wash away the blood and sweat. Seemed like no time at all before he heard the kid leave, Scott with him and talking.
Which left a total of two people in the bathroom. Him. And Kurt.
Logan’s grin stretched wide for a moment, before he turned off his shower head and stepped back out of his cubicle. Padding across the floor, wet footprints behind him, he opened the door to the one shower that was still running silently and let it close. Kurt’s back was to him, the bumps of his vertebrae still visible even after the months he’d been at the Institute, being fed regular, tail coiling and uncoiling down around his ankles. Reaching out, Logan ran one broad hand down his lover’s back, and grinned at Kurt as the other man turned to face him. Not needing the sight of the German’s rising erection to know that the other man was aroused, the pheromones pouring off his skin made it more then clear to him. Red flag to the bull of his own building lust.
“Hmmm...you smell good,” Logan rumbled, nuzzling at the hollow between Kurt’s neck and shoulder, hand sliding down the lines of the German’s back to pull him in hard against him. Thick three-fingered hands opened against his sides, almost claw-like nails scraping against his skin.
“You need a bell,” Kurt teased, arching his neck and shivering under the biting nip of Logan’s mouth. Pressed his hips forward, one thigh rubbing against Logan’s erection and shuddering as he heard the approving soft growl. “Gott, Logan, bitte...” He’d almost died today. The terrifying memory of Sabretooth’s claws raised to strike as he sprawled on the ground, dizzy with a knock to the head and unable to teleport right at that precise moment filled his mind. Logan had saved him, thrown the taller man away with a bellow and a slash of metal claws. He wanted to make sure he was alive. Turned his head to catch Logan’s mouth, kissing him desperately and feeling the other man’s fangs grate against his own, the hand on his ass tighten before another one joined it. “Bitte, Liebster, bitte...I want to feel alive.”
“Sure, darlin’,” Logan agreed in a rough voice, the sudden terror that had poured off Kurt needing no explanation from his side of things. Creed was an evil minded son of a bitch. If he couldn’t kill Logan, he’d go for the things that Logan marked as his. His team mates, his pack, his mate. Logan dug his fingers into the round curves of Kurt’s ass, feeling the length of tail that extended down from the teleporter’s spine twine and knock against his knuckles. “Grab that body lotion.”
“Ja, ja,” Kurt muttered, reaching back behind him and groping for the bottle that Logan had suggested. Anyone else would have put their shoulder out, in a way that was full of pain. Kurt’s body just flexed and let him do what he wanted - and at the moment what he wanted really centered around the rough man who was pressed against him, fingers digging into his skin and hard teeth biting at his nipple. He arched and cried out, before h hushed himself, biting his lip. Somebody could hear.
“Make all the noise you want, blue. Everybody’s left, and I’ll erase the tapes, after.” Logan licked his lips slowly, cleaning off the bright copper tang of Kurt’s blood from the outside of his mouth and rolling it around on the inside some. Sweet. His boy tasted real sweet, and he bruised right pretty. The hot musky brimstone scent of him filled Logan’s nose and he growled against the blue skin, urging Kurt to hurry up with that bottle of lotion.
“Here,” Kurt said, handing the bottle to Logan, before moaning into his mouth as the feral mutant kissed him again. Tongue stroking against his fangs and exploring every inch of his back teeth, lit him up from the inside like he was on fire. This, this was life. This was living. He used the grip of his tail on the shower hook to help steady himself as Logan pressed him up and against the shower cubicle wall, hooking one leg around his lover’s waist. Shivered, waiting, as the hot scalding water cascaded over them both.
Pouring a small puddle of the herbal scented lotion onto his hand, coating his fingers, Logan slid them down along curve of Kurt’s ass until they rested against his hole. The hiss from Kurt’s mouth urged him to get a move on, until the German almost screamed as he roughly shoved one finger inside.
“Logan, bitte, ja, more,” Kurt hissed through his teeth as he felt Logan hesitate. He wouldn’t break, he wasn’t made of delicate china. Not with the things he’d lived through, even if some of them had passed him in drugged dreams. Always holding back, Logan was. Never letting go. He wanted to see the man’s control break, to know that he’d done that. The thought scared and thrilled him at the same time, uneasy heated feeling lurching in his gut. “More, mein wildes Tier. Fick mich, Gott Verdammt!”
And then he bit Logan on the curve of his neck, demonic fangs sliding easily through soft flesh.
Logan snarled, like a wild animal and Kurt felt the recklessness thrill through his stomach. Like flying. Like the trapeze. High above the ground with no net to catch him if his grip slipped. He didn’t know if he would fall and crash and burn, but he didn’t care. This was what he wanted, the wild ride. Tonight, to make him feel alive. As if he would never die. The high of it all singing through him.
Shaking his head to try and rattle the feral buzz out of it, Logan glared at Kurt, teeth bared in a snarl and fangs interlocked. Vicious. The usual tense control evaporating like a mist before the sun, in the face of Kurt’s mocking red-smeared smile. His blood. There. On his lover’s mouth. His mate. The wound was healed already, gouges filling in with skin as the crimson smear washed away with the water of the shower.
“Ja, like that,” Kurt groaned as he let his head bang back against the wall supporting his back as Logan’s finger twisted inside him roughly before being joined by another. The ache and burn sang through his veins, snarl etched on his lover’s features calling to something dark inside the both of them. “Just like that, Logan, bitte, please...”
“Is this really what you want, elf? You want this?” Logan growled at the German, fingers fucking him roughly as he pinned him to the shower wall. Compliant for now, but the edge of danger, of defiance was still glittering in the fangs of his smile. He could feel the muscles around his probing fingers being forced to relax, the stinging pain of Kurt’s nails digging into his shoulders, the heat of the shower running over his skin. Water droplets beading along his eyelashes and down along the lines of Kurt’s scars. Diamonds on blue velvet, like some fucking showcase in a store as the indigo skinned mutant writhed and thrust his slim hips downwards further onto his fingers. Taking them to the hilt and demanding Logan’s roughness with every harsh moan and guttural snarl.
Spun him around as he slid his fingers out in a quick movement, watching the muscles in Kurt’s back jump and shiver as he slapped one perfectly muscled butt cheek with the flat of his hand. Hard enough to bruise. The tail lashed dangerously against the German’s legs like an enraged cat’s, before lifting and twining around his waist to tug him in closer. Logan resisted, digging his heels in and listening to the noise of frustration, disgruntled hiss like an angry feline, escaping Kurt’s mouth.
“Ah ah, you wait,” he rumbled, wrapping one hand in dense dark blue curls and tugging Kurt’s head backwards for a kiss. Mauled his mouth, rougher then he’d ever been as the other blunt fingered hand slid up along toned stomach muscles to defined pectorals, twisting the tight bud of one nipple hard. Swallowed the wail, pressing his hard cock up against the firm ass he was intending to fuck almost raw as soon as he felt that it was the right time.
Kurt heard his nails scrape along the tiles with a thin sound as his fingers contracted, kissing Logan back fiercely. Fang locked against fang, before the hard fingers in his hair tightened even further and he whimpered submission, golden eyes halfclosed and more then dazed. This was what he wanted. This. He could feel the heated hardness of his lover’s erection pressed against his ass, bright sparks of pain trailing down from his tortured nipple and he rocked his hips back. Rubbing himself up against Logan and trying to incite him to just force his way in. He felt so empty, almost dead.
The impatience burned alongside the lust as Logan’s hand tormented him further, still held to the kiss by the other. Pinching and rolling his nipples in turn, hard cock still sliding between his ass cheeks like the worst tease he’d ever felt, before descending to pull roughly on his cock and fondle his balls. Like he was some toy that Logan owned, that he wanted to devour. Hint of copper in his mouth as the force of Logan’s kiss split his lip, and the hands suddenly tightened. He moaned, feeling a growl reverberate through Logan’s chest, almost afraid but still feeling almost pathetically eager. It had never been quite like this before.
Pouring more lotion into the palm of his hand, Logan impatiently threw the bottle behind him as he rubbed the cool herbal smelling slick along his cock. Kurt’s hands were flat on the shower tiles in front of him, legs spread and knees a bit bent, presenting his ass at just about the perfect height and angle. Tail coiled away around his leg like a good boy, he noted with a dirty grin, spreading the muscled cheeks of Kurt’s ass with his hands to expose the small pucker hidden between them. Water traveling in slick rivulets along his skin, almost like the scars that covered his front, just as intricate and almost as nonsensical to Logan’s eye.
“Oh Gott, Logan, bitte,” Kurt sighed, resting his forehead against the tile for a moment. The hot water pelted down along his back and shoulders, easing tension and needling his skin. The position he was in made him feel the wanton, burning with lust. Like fire inside his skin. Felt the almost gentle press of Logan’s mouth to his back, kissing the skin and then the hard thrust in of his cock that had him scrabbling at the walls and wailing in German, body jerking away from the burning pain in an instinctive reaction he couldn’t stop.
“Easy,” Logan hissed into Kurt’s pointed ear, hands pulling thin hips back against his and holding the German there. So tight. So fucking tight. He could feel Kurt’s body spasming in reaction around his cock, and he groaned, biting at the side of his lover’s neck as he waited for him to calm down a little. Soft breathy moans in the dark rolling guttural language that was Kurt’s native tongue turning him on even more. But he held himself back, waiting. “Easy there, darlin’...” One hand slid down the toned muscles of Kurt’s stomach to fondle his cock, closing around the shaft and sliding up and down it to encourage his lover’s interest again. Licked and bit the side of his neck before trailing the tip of his tongue up to one pointed ear.
Waited, breathless moment as Kurt’s breathing slowed, feeling him harden against the palm of his hand. Shifted his hips, pressing closer and listening to the breathing of the German hitch on a moan. Nuzzled the side of his neck again, mouth working at darkening a mark against indigo skin, ownership claim. This body was his. This. His. Let his fangs drag over the skin, nicking it just gently. Enough to make red bloom against his skin, flood Logan’s mouth with copper sweetness. Growled against the skin that he’d fastened his mouth to, heard Kurt moan in breathless response as he started to move. Hard and fast thrusts, slap of wet skin noisy in the confined space of the cubicle, upper hand shifting to hold Kurt in place as he continued to torment his cock with the other.
“God, Kurt,” he groaned, feeling the wet lithe body in front of him twist and move in response to his violent rhythm. Muscle and bone. Too much bone, for his liking. Licked the nick he’d left in Kurt’s shoulder with a rough tongue, fangs scraping as he dragged his tongue back up the slender arched neck. Letting himself go, blood sliding along his tongue like silk and the clutching heat around his cock making him want to drive in harder. As hard as he could. Until he left bruises, up and down Kurt’s skin with his hands and his hips and his mouth. Markings over the scars. Passion over prayer. Wanted Kurt to go around marked and sore and aching so he knew, knew every moment what had happened. Who had fucked him. Taking the concerned questions with a stammer and a sideways glance. But Logan would know, watching him move with the aches of getting fucked this hard, that he was the one that had done it.
Snarled as he sank his fangs in on the back of Kurt’s neck, holding him pinned like a wolf fucking its bitch.
“Ja, bitte,” Kurt moaned, voice sounding hoarse as he braced himself against the tiles, thick fingers outspread. Logan’s hand held him in place for the pounding thrusts, like his lover was trying to fuck his way through his body. Rough fingers around his aching erection, jerking him off with casual violence. Hard and fast. All of it. Like he’d wanted. The terrifying leap into space. “Fick mich, ja, oh Gott, Logan!” Voice soaring upwards as Logan bit him, hard on the back of neck. Animal sounds reverberating against his skin, his flesh as his lover continued to fuck him. Bruised, he could feel his thighs bruising from the force of Logan’s thrusts. He’d taunted the Wolverine until it came out to play, and now it was time to pay the price for it. Reap the whirlwind.
Moaned like he was dying every time Logan’s cock thrust home, ballsdeep inside him, hard and thick and pinned between Logan’s teeth and his cock and his hands. Held still for this. Feeling blood and water and sweat trickle down his back, across his skin, trace the shape of his scars. Divine mystery outlined, a soul full of sin displayed on his flesh as he was fucked, adored, devoured, changed completely as his stuttered prayers of lust fell from his mouth. Gasping breath almost choking him every time he tried to breathe, water sliding into the corners of his mouth. Wet breath, wet sounds, wet moans. Coating his eyes so he saw through a veil of damp hair and crystal droplets. Water clinging possessively to their skin like another lover, damp fog of steam cloaking them as they moved together. Always together.
“Bitte, bitte, bitte, unh, Gott, oh Liebster!”
Logan growled against the bones of Kurt’s neck as he felt the other man come, still fucking him through it as the lean blue body shuddered and quaked against him. He could feel his own orgasm approaching, like a bullet to the brainpan or somewhere down low on the spine. Threw his head back and howled as he came, mouth shining red in the damp light that penetrated the fog of the shower cubicle. Black in his head for a moment, where there was nothing but pleasure. Ecstasy. Nothing else in the world existed except for Kurt and himself.
And it let them down back into reality.
He stepped back slowly, rubbing his hand against Kurt’s back as the German continued to shudder in reaction, palms pressed to warm tiles. Didn’t know what to say. Had to ask. Kurt had wanted this, but did he still want it now that they were done?
“You alright?”
Kurt turned, golden eyes opening before he draped his arms around Logan’s neck and kissed him, tasting the red salt of his blood on his feral lover’s mouth. Pink tongue chasing the taste out industriously amongst sharp teeth as Logan’s hands rose for a moment, hesitated, then settled on his bruised hips and pulled him forward and close. Tight.
“Ja, wundervoll, Liebster.” He paused to breathe, before resting his chin on Logan’s shoulder. Feeling the warmth of the man against him, steadier then the warmth of the shower that was still beating down over their skins. Kissed him again, on the corner of his mouth. They didn’t need to speak. Not right now. Just wait in the water, as it beaded wetly over their skins and washed the new layer of stains away.