FIC: Promises: Motel California (17/?) Part B
Chapter 17 continued
Victor woke up in the middle of the night with a finger up his ass. That was disconcerting. He swore and shifted violently, shaking off the finger and glaring at Wade who was giving him a completely unrepentant look back. Wade ran his tongue lazily up Victor’s neck, giving a little purr that wouldn’t have sounded out of place with Logan. The displaced hand wandered between Victor’s legs, squeezing his groin and immediately forcing a little throb of lust to begin beating deep within him.
He growled softly, warning Wade that the best way to proceed was cautiously, but Wade wasn’t in the mood to start behaving. A hard, hot erection was pressed into Victor’s side as Wade’s mouth nibbled and bit along Victor’s neck, not taking no for an answer. Ordinarily that would result in Wade flying across the room from a backhand punch to the mouth, but Victor could see the appeal of Wade’s suggestion far too easily.
Victor bared his teeth at his lover as Wade continued to stroke him, then watched him thoughtfully as Wade pushed himself up to straddle Victor’s lap. Wade’s slim, muscular body was decorated with shadows as he leaned forward, emphasising Wilson’s lean strength as the younger man gave a little growl of his own. Victor’s own erection was equally insistent, hard and bobbing against his stomach as Wade ran his nails down the fur of Victor’s chest.
Victor chuckled deep in his throat and put his hands behind his head, allowing Wade his little pretence at dominance. Wade pressed down against him hard, rubbing his cock against Victor’s as he bit more furiously at the feral’s neck. Victor purred deep in his throat as he felt his skin break under the nip of teeth, and then louder as Wade positioned his hips over the blunt tip of Victor’s iron hard penis and impaled himself without a moment’s hesitation. The hot, tight channel gripped him in a way that was damned hard to ignore, and Victor forced his hips upwards to get even deeper. Wade made a completely indecent noise that made Victor throb painfully, the younger man’s back arching as he rode Victor as hard as he could.
It was becoming increasingly hard to keep his hands relaxed behind his head. Wade’s fingers continued to claw at Victor’s chest, leaving deep, red marks blossoming in his skin for a moment before the healing factor returned his chest to its usual creamy hue. Victor hissed as a nail caught one of his nipples, glaring upwards at Wade but not making any move to push him off as the pain added to the increasing ache inside him.
Wade reached for his own erection, stroking himself roughly to the rhythm he was setting, and giving little grunts and moans of pleasure as he did so. Victor could feel every clench and shudder that his partner made, all of which added to his own violent lust. Two seconds later and Victor couldn’t resist the urge any longer; his hands moved to grip Wade’s slim hips, roughly forcing him to increase the power. As the mercenary took him up on his suggestion, Victor’s hands drifted to Wade’s flanks to leave deep, bleeding gashes down his sides. Wade gasped arched his back but didn’t stop, his hand frantic on his dick and his body gripping Victor so tightly that it was impressive he could move at all.
“God, yeah!” Wade groaned helplessly. Victor grinned, and thrust upwards harder, fucking him as hard as he could from his position. A few moments later, it was clear that wasn’t going to be enough. The feral pushed the other man from his perch and snapped his fingers in command, watching in satisfaction as Wade immediately dropped to all fours and presented him with one of the tightest asses known to mankind. Victor couldn’t have resisted his lure even if he wanted to.
It took a mere heartbeat before Victor had plunged back into the tight heat of Wade’s passage, burying as deep and as hard as he possibly could and feeling his young lover shudder in response. His claws hooked deeper into the soft, firm flesh of the mercenary’s hips as Victor fucked him harder and harder, each thrust accompanied by a soft, vibrating growl of both pleasure and frustration. There was no chance of stopping anymore, not now. Victor doubted he would even notice if a bomb was set off in the room at this point in time, the need so strong within him that it destroyed any care of the outside world. The scent of their mating was strong and powerful, speaking to him in a way that mere words couldn’t. No one could deny him what needed to be done.
He felt the sensation build inside him, a bubbling sensation that seemed to build and build deep in his very core with such violent reactions. Victor’s claws tightened even more, blood beginning to slowly ooze downwards from the injuries although Wade didn’t complain; the youngster was making little gasping pleas for satisfaction of his own, his words ruined ever since Victor had tilted his hips slightly. Wade’s hands fisted in the blanket as he was pushed forward, soft little moans of pleasure his only warning that his orgasm was fast approaching.
Wade wasn’t the only one. His own burning agony was increasing, and there was no possibility that this fire wouldn’t consume everything in its path. Victor surrendered to the inevitable, his claws digging in further as his climax burst through him and his cry muffled in his throat. Wade came a few seconds after him, his soft whimper the only comment the youngster was able to make.
“Now that’s more like it,” Wade groaned softly, squirming next to him. Victor gently cuffed him.
“S’posed to be sleeping,” he reminded him softly, although without any real malice. Sex, blood and sweat. Those were the scents he could live with. His eyes met Logan’s dark glare coming from the other bed and felt another burst of satisfaction. Violent sex was one thing, but violent sex plus his brother’s jealousy was simply perfection. Victor smiled back at him, and settled back on the bed comfortably. Wade flopped over the end of the bed like a particular erotic blanket, the claw marks on his rear already healing to leave the red streaks from the dried blood.
“I just woke up and really needed not to be sleeping.” Wade grinned. “Really, really needed not to be sleeping. Funny how that happens, isn’t it? Just resting without a care in the world, and wham! You’re a horny bastard who needs it then and there.”
“You say it like it’s unusual,” Victor replied lazily. Wade snorted softly.
“Well, I rarely have dreams like that. Hell, I almost blushed, but then I remembered I don’t have a conscience so the whole thing with Logan and Remy was perfectly okay.” he grinned, then grabbed Victor’s foot and waggled it gently. “Although you were perfect as always. Rough, tough and with a dick the size of the average mountain.”
“Good for me,” Victor yawned, although the mention of the others made his gaze stray to the other men in the room. Remy was a mere mound of immobile blanket on the bed, although Victor had no doubt he was awake under that little fabric shield. The thief slept lightly automatically.
Wade brought him back to his own situation with a little lick to the top of his cock. Victor eyed him curiously, uncertain what had brought on the little wave of need, but not needing to stop it. As he settled back and his young lover moved into position to treat Victor’s penis like the world’s tastiest ice-cream, he eyed the still, blanketed form thoughtfully. Yes, Gambit was being an idiot if he thought this was the best way to cope with Logan’s anger.
Of course it made a little more sense the next morning when they realised there hadn’t been anyone underneath the blankets at the time, but everything always seemed clearer in the light of day and after an incredibly good blow job.
But then there was the question - where the hell was he?
TBC
Victor woke up in the middle of the night with a finger up his ass. That was disconcerting. He swore and shifted violently, shaking off the finger and glaring at Wade who was giving him a completely unrepentant look back. Wade ran his tongue lazily up Victor’s neck, giving a little purr that wouldn’t have sounded out of place with Logan. The displaced hand wandered between Victor’s legs, squeezing his groin and immediately forcing a little throb of lust to begin beating deep within him.
He growled softly, warning Wade that the best way to proceed was cautiously, but Wade wasn’t in the mood to start behaving. A hard, hot erection was pressed into Victor’s side as Wade’s mouth nibbled and bit along Victor’s neck, not taking no for an answer. Ordinarily that would result in Wade flying across the room from a backhand punch to the mouth, but Victor could see the appeal of Wade’s suggestion far too easily.
Victor bared his teeth at his lover as Wade continued to stroke him, then watched him thoughtfully as Wade pushed himself up to straddle Victor’s lap. Wade’s slim, muscular body was decorated with shadows as he leaned forward, emphasising Wilson’s lean strength as the younger man gave a little growl of his own. Victor’s own erection was equally insistent, hard and bobbing against his stomach as Wade ran his nails down the fur of Victor’s chest.
Victor chuckled deep in his throat and put his hands behind his head, allowing Wade his little pretence at dominance. Wade pressed down against him hard, rubbing his cock against Victor’s as he bit more furiously at the feral’s neck. Victor purred deep in his throat as he felt his skin break under the nip of teeth, and then louder as Wade positioned his hips over the blunt tip of Victor’s iron hard penis and impaled himself without a moment’s hesitation. The hot, tight channel gripped him in a way that was damned hard to ignore, and Victor forced his hips upwards to get even deeper. Wade made a completely indecent noise that made Victor throb painfully, the younger man’s back arching as he rode Victor as hard as he could.
It was becoming increasingly hard to keep his hands relaxed behind his head. Wade’s fingers continued to claw at Victor’s chest, leaving deep, red marks blossoming in his skin for a moment before the healing factor returned his chest to its usual creamy hue. Victor hissed as a nail caught one of his nipples, glaring upwards at Wade but not making any move to push him off as the pain added to the increasing ache inside him.
Wade reached for his own erection, stroking himself roughly to the rhythm he was setting, and giving little grunts and moans of pleasure as he did so. Victor could feel every clench and shudder that his partner made, all of which added to his own violent lust. Two seconds later and Victor couldn’t resist the urge any longer; his hands moved to grip Wade’s slim hips, roughly forcing him to increase the power. As the mercenary took him up on his suggestion, Victor’s hands drifted to Wade’s flanks to leave deep, bleeding gashes down his sides. Wade gasped arched his back but didn’t stop, his hand frantic on his dick and his body gripping Victor so tightly that it was impressive he could move at all.
“God, yeah!” Wade groaned helplessly. Victor grinned, and thrust upwards harder, fucking him as hard as he could from his position. A few moments later, it was clear that wasn’t going to be enough. The feral pushed the other man from his perch and snapped his fingers in command, watching in satisfaction as Wade immediately dropped to all fours and presented him with one of the tightest asses known to mankind. Victor couldn’t have resisted his lure even if he wanted to.
It took a mere heartbeat before Victor had plunged back into the tight heat of Wade’s passage, burying as deep and as hard as he possibly could and feeling his young lover shudder in response. His claws hooked deeper into the soft, firm flesh of the mercenary’s hips as Victor fucked him harder and harder, each thrust accompanied by a soft, vibrating growl of both pleasure and frustration. There was no chance of stopping anymore, not now. Victor doubted he would even notice if a bomb was set off in the room at this point in time, the need so strong within him that it destroyed any care of the outside world. The scent of their mating was strong and powerful, speaking to him in a way that mere words couldn’t. No one could deny him what needed to be done.
He felt the sensation build inside him, a bubbling sensation that seemed to build and build deep in his very core with such violent reactions. Victor’s claws tightened even more, blood beginning to slowly ooze downwards from the injuries although Wade didn’t complain; the youngster was making little gasping pleas for satisfaction of his own, his words ruined ever since Victor had tilted his hips slightly. Wade’s hands fisted in the blanket as he was pushed forward, soft little moans of pleasure his only warning that his orgasm was fast approaching.
Wade wasn’t the only one. His own burning agony was increasing, and there was no possibility that this fire wouldn’t consume everything in its path. Victor surrendered to the inevitable, his claws digging in further as his climax burst through him and his cry muffled in his throat. Wade came a few seconds after him, his soft whimper the only comment the youngster was able to make.
“Now that’s more like it,” Wade groaned softly, squirming next to him. Victor gently cuffed him.
“S’posed to be sleeping,” he reminded him softly, although without any real malice. Sex, blood and sweat. Those were the scents he could live with. His eyes met Logan’s dark glare coming from the other bed and felt another burst of satisfaction. Violent sex was one thing, but violent sex plus his brother’s jealousy was simply perfection. Victor smiled back at him, and settled back on the bed comfortably. Wade flopped over the end of the bed like a particular erotic blanket, the claw marks on his rear already healing to leave the red streaks from the dried blood.
“I just woke up and really needed not to be sleeping.” Wade grinned. “Really, really needed not to be sleeping. Funny how that happens, isn’t it? Just resting without a care in the world, and wham! You’re a horny bastard who needs it then and there.”
“You say it like it’s unusual,” Victor replied lazily. Wade snorted softly.
“Well, I rarely have dreams like that. Hell, I almost blushed, but then I remembered I don’t have a conscience so the whole thing with Logan and Remy was perfectly okay.” he grinned, then grabbed Victor’s foot and waggled it gently. “Although you were perfect as always. Rough, tough and with a dick the size of the average mountain.”
“Good for me,” Victor yawned, although the mention of the others made his gaze stray to the other men in the room. Remy was a mere mound of immobile blanket on the bed, although Victor had no doubt he was awake under that little fabric shield. The thief slept lightly automatically.
Wade brought him back to his own situation with a little lick to the top of his cock. Victor eyed him curiously, uncertain what had brought on the little wave of need, but not needing to stop it. As he settled back and his young lover moved into position to treat Victor’s penis like the world’s tastiest ice-cream, he eyed the still, blanketed form thoughtfully. Yes, Gambit was being an idiot if he thought this was the best way to cope with Logan’s anger.
Of course it made a little more sense the next morning when they realised there hadn’t been anyone underneath the blankets at the time, but everything always seemed clearer in the light of day and after an incredibly good blow job.
But then there was the question - where the hell was he?
TBC