I'm getting edgy for those departed left all alone, left still forgotten
Pairing: Luke Cage (a.k.a. Powerman) and Brock Rumlow (a.k.a. Crossbones)
World: Marvel-616, Thunderbolt Mountain
Rating: NC-17
Content: Brock and Luke are sparring, and well... you get the idea!
I wipe the spit off the side of my mouth and get back up from the floor. My head feels heavy after that piece of shit punched my fucking jaw nearly off. I feel my feet wobble ever so slightly, hope he didn't notice. The big spook in front of my is Luke Cage, BlackPowerman is more like it.
"Rumlow, get the fuck up," he pushes me in the chest, this sparring session isn't just playing around anymore.
I feel the rage build in my chest. This fucking, fuck, thinks he can control me? Who does he think he is? My daddy? Let me tell you about my real daddy, he was a low life piece of shit. He punched me every fucking day, and told me to get up, just like Cage is doing now... wait a second he is like my dad. Fuck. My eyes narrow under my - if I say so myself - iconic Crossbones mask. Racial slurs egging to come out of my mouth, but I know if I utter them I'd be in solitary for months, so I bite them back.
I'm not much for holding back when I fight, and that's what Luke is apparently trying to help me with... to hold back my punches. But its kind of hard when you really fuckin' wanna punch the guy training you. I get my footing perfectly placed, hands lazily held up in front of my face like a drunk boxer. I'm a master in all hand-to-hand combatants, recently I've been trying to get into mixed martial arts, its not as hard as you'd think really. I wait for Luke to make the first move, which fuck it all, he doesn't.
"Come on, Cage! Fucking move!" I growl at him, and he smirks at me.
"Patience is a virtue, your Daddy didn't teach ya' that, huh?" the fucker is laughing at me, and that's when I lose it. I step forward in a rage, and swing my fist into his chest, it feels like punching a steel wall, which I swear to god it is. My hand throbs for about a second, or just enough to ignore it, and I tense my legs and jump on him. I try to knock him down with the force of my jump, but he stays standing, grabbing my legs and throwing me into the mats on the floor, hard. My lungs go on lock down, no air coming in, but lots coming out. Luke rolls his eyes at me and the rage intensifies.
"Rumlow, you really suck don't cha?" He extends his hand to mine beside my side and I feel my arm automatically lift itself for help, a smirk playing across Luke's lips, and I felt his hand grasp onto mine. One big tug, and I'm up off the floor, face near Luke's... chest, pressed against his stomach.
My neck is turned up, and his is turned down, for some reason it annoys me that this... that's he's taller then me. I turn my face away, and push his chest away. "Fuck off, Cage....," I turn away from him completely. "I don't want to fucking do this shit, so fuck off, I'm going to the showers." My heavy boots on the mats is all I hear, that and for some reason my pounding heart.
I step into the shower area, start getting my outfit off, straps, guns, boots... the works. Naked, bruised... and what the fuck? HARD? I'm fucking hard?! Why am I fucking hard? Was it the punching? Was it... no, fuck off Brock, stop being a pussy. I growl under my breath, grab my cock hard in my hand.
"You stupid fucking snake, stop that, fuckin' stop it!" My nose flares up in anger, and I tug it hard, yet the fucking thing wont get soft. I look up, and the big mirror along the walls show me my betraying body. My chest is heaving, brown chest hair lining my broad chest, and I look across my chest to my shoulder. Down the slightly hairy shoulder to my very hairy forearm, then my gripping fist around my heavy cock.
I get harder.
Fuck, I got harder for... for myself or... or for the fact I'm a guy? I finally let go of my cock, and make my way quickly to the showering area. Turning the taps on to the perfect temperature, I try and calm down. Then I hear the door open, and I just try to ignore the tugging in my stomach.
"Rumlow? Are you done? I never pegged you for the showerin' type," Luke's voice echoing towards me, and my hand quickly shooting down to my cock. Why the fuck did him talking get me hard? You fuckin' sick piece of... oh.... god yes...
My hand is working on my cock, from the base to the head, quickly... roughly. Luke's heavy footsteps making their way towards my domain... my safe haven.
"Rumlow...oh," he notices, sees me hunched forward, sees my ass clenching and my shoulder moving... the obvious signs I'm on a yanking spree.
"Fuck, you want, Cage?" I spit out in anger and I look over my shoulder, and my eyes widen in shock... in arousal. Luke is standing at the opening of the shower area, naked. His cock hanging against his dark leg, and fuck me... its huge. I feel my cock pulse in my hand, then my arm moving quicker to get myself off.
He notices. Luke starts walking toward me, a bit of a smirk on his lips, but also this hungry look in his brown eyes. "Jerkin' off, huh? Who you thinkin' 'bout, Ghost? Or... no... Man-Thing, huh?! I always knew it, ever since you first laid yours eyes on him, huh?" He was behind me now, and I turned to face him, hand not moving on my cock. My head was tilted up and against the tiled walls.
My legs parted, ever so slightly, and Luke watched them. "Or... I know... you're thinking about Steve, right?"
I glared up at him and let go of my cock, quickly. I grabbed the back of Luke's head and felt him tense up, my face pressing against his, my mouth betraying me... locking onto his. "Fuck, you Cage." I spit out in-between catching my breath, I didn't think I needed to do, and shoving my tongue into his mouth. He was tense for a minute, and then relaxed ever so slightly. His hands that were at his sides made it up to my hips, and then moved around my body and grabbed my lower back. Now I tensed.
No, one... and I mean no fucking one, has fucked me in the ass. Yet, here this fuckin'... bitch, here he was trying to do so. He grabbed my cheeks roughly, spreading them in his massive hands. Working them apart, and I gasped to my dismay, and felt my cheeks finally unclench. "Oh, fuck... fuck off Cage," but my words were empty, completely the opposite is what I wanted. I wanted Luke inside me, on me... whatever.
He lifted me up, holding my ass, "Wrap your legs 'round my waist, Rumlow." I did so, legs going up and around and feeling his fucking massive cock smack against my hole. I surprisingly didn't tense up, I felt my body loosen up... felt his cock try and slip inside me. The water spray wasn't exactly enough to get me soaked, to get me slicked up, but he didn't fuckin' care. He shoved his cock into me, roughly... and I fucking loved it.
He was barely pulling his fucking massive cock outta me, keeping inside me and shoving his hips forward, still holding me up, back pressed against the wall. I was screaming, since... come on. I was moving on it slightly, or trying to, but every time I tried to pull up off of it, Luke would keep me down, ass all the way on his cock's base. I felt his balls rhythmically slapping against my ass cheeks, every time he'd slam forward into me.
I felt like... I felt like I was finally happy. No anger towards myself anymore. He tugged on my cock, rough... like I want it. I felt the need for release, finally... this release....
I came into my own hand. Chest heaving. Fingers in my hole. I looked up. No Luke... No man... Alone again. I let the spray of water hit my face, so they hid the tears.
World: Marvel-616, Thunderbolt Mountain
Rating: NC-17
Content: Brock and Luke are sparring, and well... you get the idea!
I wipe the spit off the side of my mouth and get back up from the floor. My head feels heavy after that piece of shit punched my fucking jaw nearly off. I feel my feet wobble ever so slightly, hope he didn't notice. The big spook in front of my is Luke Cage, BlackPowerman is more like it.
"Rumlow, get the fuck up," he pushes me in the chest, this sparring session isn't just playing around anymore.
I feel the rage build in my chest. This fucking, fuck, thinks he can control me? Who does he think he is? My daddy? Let me tell you about my real daddy, he was a low life piece of shit. He punched me every fucking day, and told me to get up, just like Cage is doing now... wait a second he is like my dad. Fuck. My eyes narrow under my - if I say so myself - iconic Crossbones mask. Racial slurs egging to come out of my mouth, but I know if I utter them I'd be in solitary for months, so I bite them back.
I'm not much for holding back when I fight, and that's what Luke is apparently trying to help me with... to hold back my punches. But its kind of hard when you really fuckin' wanna punch the guy training you. I get my footing perfectly placed, hands lazily held up in front of my face like a drunk boxer. I'm a master in all hand-to-hand combatants, recently I've been trying to get into mixed martial arts, its not as hard as you'd think really. I wait for Luke to make the first move, which fuck it all, he doesn't.
"Come on, Cage! Fucking move!" I growl at him, and he smirks at me.
"Patience is a virtue, your Daddy didn't teach ya' that, huh?" the fucker is laughing at me, and that's when I lose it. I step forward in a rage, and swing my fist into his chest, it feels like punching a steel wall, which I swear to god it is. My hand throbs for about a second, or just enough to ignore it, and I tense my legs and jump on him. I try to knock him down with the force of my jump, but he stays standing, grabbing my legs and throwing me into the mats on the floor, hard. My lungs go on lock down, no air coming in, but lots coming out. Luke rolls his eyes at me and the rage intensifies.
"Rumlow, you really suck don't cha?" He extends his hand to mine beside my side and I feel my arm automatically lift itself for help, a smirk playing across Luke's lips, and I felt his hand grasp onto mine. One big tug, and I'm up off the floor, face near Luke's... chest, pressed against his stomach.
My neck is turned up, and his is turned down, for some reason it annoys me that this... that's he's taller then me. I turn my face away, and push his chest away. "Fuck off, Cage....," I turn away from him completely. "I don't want to fucking do this shit, so fuck off, I'm going to the showers." My heavy boots on the mats is all I hear, that and for some reason my pounding heart.
I step into the shower area, start getting my outfit off, straps, guns, boots... the works. Naked, bruised... and what the fuck? HARD? I'm fucking hard?! Why am I fucking hard? Was it the punching? Was it... no, fuck off Brock, stop being a pussy. I growl under my breath, grab my cock hard in my hand.
"You stupid fucking snake, stop that, fuckin' stop it!" My nose flares up in anger, and I tug it hard, yet the fucking thing wont get soft. I look up, and the big mirror along the walls show me my betraying body. My chest is heaving, brown chest hair lining my broad chest, and I look across my chest to my shoulder. Down the slightly hairy shoulder to my very hairy forearm, then my gripping fist around my heavy cock.
I get harder.
Fuck, I got harder for... for myself or... or for the fact I'm a guy? I finally let go of my cock, and make my way quickly to the showering area. Turning the taps on to the perfect temperature, I try and calm down. Then I hear the door open, and I just try to ignore the tugging in my stomach.
"Rumlow? Are you done? I never pegged you for the showerin' type," Luke's voice echoing towards me, and my hand quickly shooting down to my cock. Why the fuck did him talking get me hard? You fuckin' sick piece of... oh.... god yes...
My hand is working on my cock, from the base to the head, quickly... roughly. Luke's heavy footsteps making their way towards my domain... my safe haven.
"Rumlow...oh," he notices, sees me hunched forward, sees my ass clenching and my shoulder moving... the obvious signs I'm on a yanking spree.
"Fuck, you want, Cage?" I spit out in anger and I look over my shoulder, and my eyes widen in shock... in arousal. Luke is standing at the opening of the shower area, naked. His cock hanging against his dark leg, and fuck me... its huge. I feel my cock pulse in my hand, then my arm moving quicker to get myself off.
He notices. Luke starts walking toward me, a bit of a smirk on his lips, but also this hungry look in his brown eyes. "Jerkin' off, huh? Who you thinkin' 'bout, Ghost? Or... no... Man-Thing, huh?! I always knew it, ever since you first laid yours eyes on him, huh?" He was behind me now, and I turned to face him, hand not moving on my cock. My head was tilted up and against the tiled walls.
My legs parted, ever so slightly, and Luke watched them. "Or... I know... you're thinking about Steve, right?"
I glared up at him and let go of my cock, quickly. I grabbed the back of Luke's head and felt him tense up, my face pressing against his, my mouth betraying me... locking onto his. "Fuck, you Cage." I spit out in-between catching my breath, I didn't think I needed to do, and shoving my tongue into his mouth. He was tense for a minute, and then relaxed ever so slightly. His hands that were at his sides made it up to my hips, and then moved around my body and grabbed my lower back. Now I tensed.
No, one... and I mean no fucking one, has fucked me in the ass. Yet, here this fuckin'... bitch, here he was trying to do so. He grabbed my cheeks roughly, spreading them in his massive hands. Working them apart, and I gasped to my dismay, and felt my cheeks finally unclench. "Oh, fuck... fuck off Cage," but my words were empty, completely the opposite is what I wanted. I wanted Luke inside me, on me... whatever.
He lifted me up, holding my ass, "Wrap your legs 'round my waist, Rumlow." I did so, legs going up and around and feeling his fucking massive cock smack against my hole. I surprisingly didn't tense up, I felt my body loosen up... felt his cock try and slip inside me. The water spray wasn't exactly enough to get me soaked, to get me slicked up, but he didn't fuckin' care. He shoved his cock into me, roughly... and I fucking loved it.
He was barely pulling his fucking massive cock outta me, keeping inside me and shoving his hips forward, still holding me up, back pressed against the wall. I was screaming, since... come on. I was moving on it slightly, or trying to, but every time I tried to pull up off of it, Luke would keep me down, ass all the way on his cock's base. I felt his balls rhythmically slapping against my ass cheeks, every time he'd slam forward into me.
I felt like... I felt like I was finally happy. No anger towards myself anymore. He tugged on my cock, rough... like I want it. I felt the need for release, finally... this release....
I came into my own hand. Chest heaving. Fingers in my hole. I looked up. No Luke... No man... Alone again. I let the spray of water hit my face, so they hid the tears.