Needing More then the Status Quo
By Lady Phoenix
Completed April 13, 1998

Before you read this story, though it isn't necessary, you might want to read
the first story 'Say What?!'.

Jubilation 'Phoenix' Lee was my creation, everybody else belongs to Marvel 
unless you're not into slavery then they pretty much belong to themselves.
Response is greatly welcomed and appreciated at sumaketc@portup.com
This story will also be archived at my site http://www.portup.com/~sumaketc 


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NEEDING MORE THEN THE STATUS QUO

Every night in my dreams I see you, I feel you
That is how I know you go on.
Far across the distance and spaces between us
You have come to show you go on.
Near, far, wherever you are,
I believe that the heart does go on.
Once more you open the door
And you're here in my heart,
And my heart will go on and on.
Love can touch us one time and last for a lifetime,
And never let go till we're gone.
	**Celine Dion- Titanic (My heart will go on)**

I must be losing my mind.

For the fifth time in the past two weeks, I awakened my wife with a desire 
that would put the Greek goddess Aphrodite to shame.  Not that Jean 
complained mind you (thank god for that, waking up a cranky telekinetic wife
could be dangerous to your 'jewels'), but she knew the reasons for my 
midnight ardor.  Still, this morning, as always, she says nothing and gives 
me a kiss on the cheek and the warmth of her thoughts when she leaves to 
join Gambit and Rogue in a Danger Room session.  I know I'm just being 
paranoid at the whole thing but I think Jean actually enjoys these dreams 
far more then I do.  How was I to know that just reading some women's 
perverse idea of fiction would have me screaming into the night and have me
practically ravaging my red-headed mate?

*Sigh*

I struggle against the instinct to get out of bed and head over to the 
mansion. 

This is my day off and under a dire threat from Ororo, the professor, Hank 
and a host of others I'm forced to stay at the boathouse.   They may know 
me pretty well, but even 'straight and narrow' Scott Summers enjoys playing 
hooky for a while.  I grin to myself when I finally decide to get up and 
reach out to grab my underwear,  but I stop for a second.  Heck, if I'm 
supposed to cut loose then why not cut a bit looser then usual?  Jean knows
it's a private thing for me and I don't do it often but sometimes I just 
enjoy going 'free-style' so I drop the briefs back into the drawer, pull on 
some blue shorts, grab Hank's tanning lotion and head outside.

It takes me a good deal of time to relax today, as usual.  Ororo understands
the stresses of being a leader but even she turns to me when she needs 
advice.  For me, well I'm basically my own glass ceiling since the professor
keeps mostly to his den.  I berate myself, knowing this isn't the way to 
relax and enjoy the sunshine goodness of the mid-morning.

Only after a moment of thought I decide to sit at the edge of the docks.  
It's been a while since I've just laid back and let my feet dangle in the 
water.  The tanning lotion is cool against my skin as I rub it liberally 
on, I don't burn easily but if I fall asleep (with my nightly excursions 
I'm sure I'll be nodding off in a matter of minutes).  I want to make sure 
I won't be on Jubilee's hit list for mass hugs if I should get burnt.  

My thoughts turn to the girl who has changed so drastically in the past few 
months, with Sabertooth and being the avatar for the Phoenix entity.  Once 
again I have to stop myself from going into my 'leader' mode and lie back,
letting the sun's rays heat the oil on my skin.  I'll have to remember to 
thank Hank for the strawberry and mint essence he put into this stuff, he 
knows they're my favorites but it's nice of him anyways.

*Oh god this feels so good.*  Time loses all meaning as the recent 
pressures drain away into the water by way of my toes.  No chores, no 
responsibilities, no breaking up any fights, no being the 'bad guy'.  Now if
I only had some companionship to go with this it would be perfect.

"Ya better put some o' that gunk on yer face Slim, if ya don't wanna be 
lookin' like some raccoon."

My eyes shoot open only to be blinded in shutting less then a second later 
at the sound of Logan's rough Canadian voice.  

This is not what I needed today.

"Ya want me ta put it on ya?  Don't want Jeannie thinkin' she can't be 
smoochin' it up with ya for the next couple o' days."

I can hear his footfalls as he comes closer.  The wooden boards creak under 
his weight, and I'm starting to wish I had put on my briefs this morning.  
His scent is filling the air, and I feel his shadow settle over me.  
Suddenly I feel the flush of embarrassment for some reason and I grab the 
bottle of lotion a bit harder then I had to.  Though I still can't see his 
face through the sun spots still in my eyes, I'm sure he must be grinning 
at the sight of me being unnerved by him, once again.

"No, Logan, I think I might just actually have the intelligence to put this 
stuff on my face all by myself.  I'm not sure of course, but I think so."

I wait, knowing that my response is like the beginnings to an age old dance 
for him and I.  We've never gotten along, just barely tolerated each other.
Attacking each other with words seems like second nature now between us.  

Surprisingly, I hear a bare callused foot softly scuffle against the wood 
plank, "Shit Cyke, I could give less than a rat's ass if  . . .   Fuck it 
Slim."

He turns away and before I even realize it, did I just hurt his feelings? 
Words pop out of my mouth, "Wait Logan.  I . . .  I . . .  I just got 
relaxed and you caught me off guard."  It's a lame excuse and I know, and 
Wolverine knows it.  Still as the hard core kind of guy he is he says 
nothing, but moves to sit beside me on the dock and his feet join mine in the 
cool running water.  A smile comes to my lips as my mind sees Logan's 
shorter legs along side my longer ones.  I can hear him chuckling as his 
thoughts must match my own at the strange sight we must be making.

"What ya waitin' fer Slim?  A written invitation ta put that gunk on?"

I had forgotten about the lotion I'm supposed to be rubbing on my face.  
I know if I take the low road and say I don't need it Jean will be asking 
just how much testosterone was floating around so that I ended up looking 
like the paint on Rogue's car.  

One must choose his battles when he can, and having Logan tease me is far 
better then dealing with my wife's fiery temper.  

With an aggravated sigh I take off my glasses, and fumble around searching 
for the bottle.  It takes me a while, I'm sure Logan moved the thing when 
he sat down just to get on my nerves but I say nothing.  Soon enough I find 
it and rub it liberally on my face, Beast already assured me it could be 
used anywhere on the body and isn't toxic, just in case it is ingested 
(considering Jean enjoys using the oil for more then just sunbathing).  
I rub the excess against my chest, put the bottle down and reach for my 
glasses.  This is a bit trickier, my glasses are made of ruby quartz and 
have to be kept free of even the slightest bit of oil could cause my optic 
blasts to find the imperfection and destroy the glasses, causing me harm 
and anyone who may be near.  It happened once already quite by accident 
when Jubilee finished with some chips and handed me my visor with greasy 
fingers.  We were all lucky that the new improved Jubilee was impervious 
to my powers or for sure she would have been found with nothing sitting 
on top of her neck.

Still I search for the glasses as carefully as I can, never thinking of 
the obvious answer (as Bobby tells me often enough) until I feel the edges 
of the frames rub lightly against my hand.

"I'll put 'em on ya.  Unlike Jubes, I ain't gonna be able ta shake off one 
o' yer blasts, and I'm pretty happy where all my stuff is sittin' at now."

Not one to wait for an answer he places the edges of the frames against my 
temples and gently slides them into place above my ears.  To my surprise I 
feel his fingers graze my cheeks as he pulls away.  At first I say nothing,
maybe he's still trying to get my goat, but my body has a different 
reaction and the calmness I felt only a minute before is shattered as 
I feel my blood drain to the 'vee' in my legs.  I wonder if he can smell 
my excitement or is the scent of the oil suffocating everything else.  
I'm sure he can see the growing throb I feel in my groin but once again, 
the man he is, he says nothing.

I try to fight it, but my mind goes back to the dreams that have haunted me 
these past two weeks.  Heaven help me, but right now my thoughts are less 
then leader-like, and if I thought I could actually pull it off I'd be 
raping that Canadian right here on this damnable dock.  My skin almost burns
from where his fingers touched but I force myself behind that wall I've 
placed up for times like this.  

"Hey Slim, ya got some brews inside?  Ya ain't exactly bein' the greatest 
host in the world ya know."

"What are you a cripple?  You know where the fridge is at,"  I retort, 
almost good-naturedly which must have surprised the heck out of him.  

He moves with ease, his shadow once again falls across me and I feel his hot
breath against my chest, for a second I could have sworn he was breathing 
deeply inward as he passed my mouth.  As if he were trying to inhale my own 
breath; my fantasy world would believe it but I shrug it off.

I don't know how I stood up and made my way inside, I never felt my feet 
leave the water nor walk on those wooden slats without them creaking up a 
storm but I find myself inside the semi-darkness of my small home.  Logan 
stands there, the refrigerator door open and light streaming all around his 
body, he's just polishing off of one of the better brands beers I've ever 
bought.  

'God', I think, I have to get out of here before something happens that 
breaks the control I'm fighting to contain right now.  I know it sounds 
pathetic, but for me the excuse has to be good enough for me to want to 
escape.  Then he turns around and stares at me.  

That's one thing I really miss about having this visor, the fact that I can 
only see in shades of red.   It makes me miss the colors around me and it 
makes me wonder for example, just what color are Jean's eyes?  Are they 
truly green or do they have flecks of gold in them?  Just as I wonder now 
what shade fills Wolverine's stare, I know they're blue, but are they a soft 
blue like a baby's blanket or the color of hard sapphires?

The light creates the effect of a surrounding aura as if he were some pagan
god and I am merely a humble mortal in his presence.  His eyes are open yet 
are shielded so well, in this we are incredibly alike.  Neither of us wants 
to give any ground yet demand everything in return.  I am so filled in the 
dreams of the past week that my mind doesn't register the fact that the 
short man has walked up to me.

"This is pretty good stuff Cyke.  Ya want a bottle or ya gonna fill up on 
flies with yer mouth open like that?"  

Now I know I'm not gawking like some hormonal teenager but as usual he 
hands out the bait and as usual, like an idiot I take it along with the 
bottle of beer.

"Believe me Logan, unlike you, my dining experience doesn't include black 
flies . . . "

My sentence becomes caught in my throat as I focus on the hand I just took 
the bottle from.  His knuckles move in a slow deliberate motion and brush 
against the back of my hand which would have made me drop my drink if my 
grip hadn't suddenly tightened.  The motion doesn't go unnoticed by my 
teammate and his hand moves away from my own and reaches up to caress my 
cheek.  My eyes close and I feel the cool sensation of the dew from the 
bottle and the coarseness of the calluses on his palm and I can't stop 
myself from shuddering at the touch.

"Whatcha' so hot fer Slim?  Got too much sun out there today?  Or is it 
somethin' else  . . . ?"

I open my eyes and see Logan staring intently and I lower my face so that 
I can meet his gaze.  He doesn't flinch at his reflection in my glasses nor 
does he turn away.  Once again his hand moves slowly and his thumb caresses 
my bottom lip as he cups my chin.  I surprise myself when I feel my mouth
open and the digit presses itself against my tongue and I close my mouth to 
suck on it.  Wolverine's groan breaks the spell of silence, my fingers 
become numb and lose their grip on the beer.  Thank goodness it still has 
its cap on when it hit the rug softly and was forgotten.

Logan steps closer so that I feel his hot breath against my chest and neck, 
he opens his mouth to ask something but shuts it before he utters a single 
word.  This action alone propels me to back away.  

After all I am the leader of the X-Men and a happily married man,  . . .  
aren't I?  Fear at age old taboos fill my mind and I quickly walk to the 
bathroom, the center of my need pokes stiffly against the sink.  A vision 
of reds and pinks look back at me as I stare into the mirror and I struggle
to contain the shivers that are growing from deep within myself.  I keep 
trying to convince myself that this is some perverted fantasy and that I 
love Jean with all my heart and soul but for some reason it sounds hollow 
in my mind.  Tightly, I close my eyes, hoping against hope that this is 
just dream number six, . . . but then I feel it . . .   A presence, a 
scent in the air, then a hardness pressed against my thigh.  My eyes open to see 
the compact man behind me, his expression is unreadable, his mouth is close 
to touching my shoulder.

"Shut yer eyes."

His command is almost a whisper by my ear and sends shivers down my spine.  
But I am who I am, and I don't follows orders easily, especially by Logan. 
In the end they remain open.

"I said, shut yer flippin' eyes and keep 'em shut tight."  This time his 
words carry a harsh tinge to them, one not to be disobeyed, so as ordered,
my vision closes off.

Calloused fingers graze my arms on their trip upward to my face where the 
touch becomes almost intoxicating.  They move across my cheeks and firmly 
remove my sunglasses.  I hear a tinkling of glass and the running of water 
before I feel the coolness of my goggle visor slid over my forehead.  
Without even a snap of the binding it is placed over my eyes and those 
wondrous hands once again travel down my face, tracing the veins in my 
neck, rubbing sensuously down my spine  . . .  

'oh God it feels so good, I never want it to stop.'

Logan's finger's delve further on my person and he reaches around my hips 
to take hold of my erection.  I don't know if I cried out but I know my 
knees went weak and my hand shot down to grip his tightly.  My words come 
out hoarse and are barely audible even to my own ears but not to the 
amazing man of extraordinary hearing.

"B . . .  be  . . .  bed  . . .  Logan."

He says no words but takes my shoulders and firmly propels me to the 
bedroom where he sits me down on the bed.  It is there my desires take 
control and my hands move of their own accord.  I unbutton his jean shorts 
and reach in to touch his hips so that I can feel his flesh as I pull down 
the fabric.  When I have them opened far enough, his hardness practically 
pops out, literally pulsating in front of my eyes, but I force myself to a 
modicum of control and finally the cloth is down at his feet, to which he 
promptly steps forward and out.  Forward, being close enough that I can 
smell the musk on his cock and as if by instinct I open my mouth and take 
it within.   The first thing that assaults my senses is the taste of this 
object, it is like nothing I've experienced in all my life.  Sure, I've had 
more then my share of experiences with women in much the same way but they 
by far had a different taste.  Theirs was lighter, more fragrant, more 
feminine then what I was encompassing now.  

Logan steps closer and I feel his fingers run through my hair and I hear 
that deep growl grow within his throat.  My hands clasp at his hips, 
holding him steady as I back away.  He groans at the loss but cries out as 
my tongue starts to lick the clear liquid forming at the weeping head.  My 
mouth continues on down the solid shaft not ignoring even the tiniest area 
on the thick organ.

His fingers grip at my shoulders and I feel the struggle he can barely 
contain, he wants to let loose his passions, to clench at my hair and drive 
his hips forward in powerful thrusts but he is afraid.  Afraid that I, like 
the women he's loved, will pull away at the merest hint of the animal 
within.  But I don't want him to be afraid, I've been afraid, afraid to 
allow my passions break through the control I have over myself.  

This is one thing I will fight and that control will be lessened.

I back away once again from his delicious body and I glance up at his 
face.  His eyes are closed and I watch his nose flare as he keeps the 
oxygen flowing into his body.  Now is the time.

My fingernails dig savagely into his hairy buttocks and I keep my mouth 
narrow as I drive my face forward.  I literally suck him deep into my 
throat, past my tongue until it reaches the near end of my passage.  Then 
my lips surround the hot flesh and I cave in my cheeks until every part of 
him is surrounded by my tightness.  

"SCOTT!!", I hear him cry out and I know his battle is lost.  

His hands grip the back of my head and his hips jerk forward and I welcome 
the fury with my own.  A litany of curses and grunts fill the air as my 
nose is continuously pressed into the crinkled fur-like hair of his groin.  
I inhale his musky scent, taste the salty fluid on the back of my tongue 
and it drives me near to insanity.  I try to pull away to move into a 
better position so that I can take more of him but Logan will have none of 
it.  His time is nearing and I feel his cock expand ever so slightly in my 
moist cavern, then his legs shake and the explosion of liquid fills my 
mouth.  I swallow as quickly as possible but it is far too much for me to 
take and streams of viscous fluid dribble out from where we are joined.

Gentle fingers pry my own away from where they have left several crescent 
moon marks in the flesh.  Wolverine pulls me up, stares deeply into my 
visored eyes and smiles, "I ain't even gonna ask where you picked up that 
skill, bub."  He laps away at the remaining liquid on the edges of my mouth 
before covering me in a kiss that takes my breath away.

His fingers reach down and undo the tie in my shorts and he begins to kneel 
to perform the same wondrous act to my own manhood but I have something 
else in mind.  I kiss him passionately and whisper into his ear, "I want 
to be inside you.  Get on the bed."

Garnet shaded eyes stare up at me in surprise but he submits to my command.
A brief smile plays on my lips as I loosen the string a bit more so that 
the confining cloth falls soundlessly to the floor.  He lies down on his 
back on the bed and I hear him groan and realize just how much of himself he
holds in while he is in the presense of the others.  This side of a 'human' 
man is something I have never seen before.  It amazes me but I move on as 
if I didn't hear a sound.  I open a drawer along side the bed and pick up 
a spare bottle of Hank's 'special' oil.  The bottle is cool against my hand 
and I open it and drizzle a small amount on the 'vee' of the Canadian's 
legs.  His muscles twitch at the feel of the liquid but he remains still 
while I lean over and straddle one of his legs.  My hardened cock comes into
contact with his firm thigh and I sigh at the sensation.  

But I cannot allow myself to be diverted from what must be done.  I begin 
to massage the oil into his inner thighs and the wild man groans as his 
muscles relax.  My nimble fingers work their magic as I move against his 
stiff member and caress the satin covered sacs beneath.  

"Turn over," I simply command as I step away from his body.  Once again he 
complies, and I find myself staring at his body as he moves.  Even just 
rolling over he looks so much like a creature of the jungle, like a predator
that moves with silky stealth, his muscles shift and dance in an endless 
tune.

I push his legs apart and I kneel between his thick hair covered thighs.  
I wait for a moment; perhaps he's not ready for such a thing but then I 
hear him cover a groan as our flesh touches and I know I am on the right 
path.  My hands are well slicked with oil and I massage his firm orbs in 
circular motions, each pass brings me closer to the dark crevice that hides 
what I so desire.  Logan's hip jerk back at me when my fingers finally 
breach the area and lightly graze the puckered opening.  

He's practically exuding musk and heat, and I find my own control quickly 
sliding away.  With a firm, yet gentle index finger I press against the 
closed muscle and it is quickly allowed entrance.  The body beneath me 
stiffens as my digit wiggles to loosen the tight orifice and soon a second 
finger joins its mate in the dark recess.  My lover, (I can't believe how 
good that sounds, Logan as my lover) grunts and his hips sway from side to 
side, urging my hand to move quicker now that they have loosened him up 
somewhat.  Finally a third finger enters into the fray and together they 
thrust deeply into the Canadian's rectum where I hear his groans increase.
When I pull my hand away he cries out in anguish and this is when I lean 
into his body, feeling his shoulder blades against my nipples, licking the 
outer edges of his ears, nipping at those same ears to hear him moan in 
pleasure.

"Take a deep breath and push outward.  It'll be easier that way," I whisper 
to him not knowing if he has truly heard me.

I grip my manhood, oiling it down well so that I don't cause too much 
discomfort for this man and carefully I place the hardened head at his 
entrance and press inward.  His body stiffens at the intrusion but he 
doesn't tell me to stop.  I take a deep breath and push onward until his 
heat surrounds my cock and I feel the pulsating walls all around me.  For a
moment our bodies remain unmoving, relishing this sensation and the 
completeness of the feeling.  Then I feel those wondrous hips twitch under 
me once  . . .  then again and I know he's ready.  My mouth nuzzles the 
side of his neck and his head moves out of the way to give me access.  My 
tongue laps at the salty tang of his sweat and I hear him groan once more 
as my hips move in a dance older than time.

I push away from Logan's chest and kneel behind him, taking a firm grip on 
his hips and I begin to thrust in and out of his dark passage, twisting on 
the in strokes just to hear him shout and gasp of pleasure.  

One thing I never would have guessed was that this man was so vocal.  But 
it makes me giddy to know I can bring this side out of him.

He rises to all fours and begins to ram his hips back into me and I return 
the favor, letting go of all of my stoic control and lose myself in this 
intense need.  Lust overcomes everything and I find my nails digging 
savagely into my lover's ass as I grind my cock deep into his hole.  He screams 
out my name like a blessing and a curse and my strokes increase in 
intensity.  I feel myself treading closer to the precipice but I'm not 
about to go over alone so I reach under his body and grip his manhood.  His 
fingers grip mine and I feel his muscles around me contract vigorously and 
it pushes both of us over the edge into the oblivion of liquid fire.

We fall to the bed and I carefully lay my lover beside me, it takes a 
short while but I gently slide from his depths and wrap my arms around his 
waist. 

I feel his body jiggle and hear an almost soft chuckle before he turns over 
and looks seductively into my eyes, "Scott?  Mutant healing factors mean 
you don't get off that easy.  It's my turn now."

My heart hammers wildly in my chest as my mind registers what he has just 
said to me.  Then I feel his calloused fingers push me onto my back and 
they begin their own ministrations.  Those hands which have had so much 
blood on them are kind if not strong in their quest to touch every part 
of my being.  My own groans and soft sighs fill the air as his lips come 
down to tease my nipples to an erectness I never thought possible.  His 
mouth descends and before my dazed mind realizes it his tight hot mouth 
surrounds my lax member, driving it to erectness once more.  But this time 
he is not as patient as I was.  He means business and I realize that right 
now he can't and won't be denied.

As if I could ever deny him now.

Powerful arms flip me over as if I were a child but instead of inciting 
fear within me it only creates a greater desire for him and he knows it.  
This is so different from my own past lovers, this time I willingly give up 
the control and safety of the situation to a man who could rend me apart
with less then a thought.  

He doesn't take the time to truly warm the oil in his hands but instead 
slaps his slickened hands against my backside and promptly inserts a finger 
into my center.  I grunt at the sudden intrusion and force myself to relax 
under his body.  One thing I know for sure, he isn't into teasing me, as a 
second joins the first and I strain to adjust to his force.

The fingers are quickly gone and I take a deep breath when I feel his 
hardness against me, I brace myself and I feel his entrance literally tear 
into me.  Though we are close to the same long length, his manhood is so 
much wider and I feel that difference now.  My cry of pain brings Logan to 
stop and he starts to pull away.  His lips come to my ear and his voice is 
filled with sorrow as he apologizes for hurting me. 

"NO!" my voice shudders out, "Just stay still  . . .  give me a minute... "

This time he is patient and my nether region slowly loosens for the mass 
that has invaded it.  He feels the constriction lessen and moves a bit more 
slowly into me until he is at last I feel the soft slaps of his sacs against
my own.  Then he flexes his member and I tense for a second before 
relaxing.  He continues this exercise for what seems like an eternity then 
he pulls out halfway and thrusts back in, this time the pain is but a 
distant memory.

Now his desires return and he takes control of the situation.  He pulls at
my hips, forcing me to get on all fours while his lewd words taunt me and
drive me further to the brink.

"Yer mine now Scotty, I'm gonna ride ya till ya can't walk fer a week and 
I'm gonna fill yer belly with all the cum it can hold.  I'm gonna suck yer 
cock so dry yer balls are gonna be the size of peas and yer gonna be 
beggin' fer more ain't ya?"

At this point I would have agreed to shovel manure with my mouth for 
Storm's garden without protest.  But all I could manage was an affirmative 
nod.

Logan's hips crashed with lust into my ass nearly driving my skull into 
the head board of the bed but I'm sure I would have felt nothing but the 
delicious friction coming from behind.  His thrusts were so incredibly deep
that each in stroke touched a spot within me that brought sparks to my eyes 
and made me cry out in much the same way my lover had done not so long ago.
The end races towards us and I find I'm glad yet disappointed by its 
arrival.

I was unable to hold my head up any longer and just pillowed it within my 
arms.  Unknowingly, this new angle brought about our crescendo.  One final 
thrust within me and our screams joined as both the bed and my bowels are 
covered with our creamy fluid.  I thank god I wasn't standing on my feet or 
I know I would have surely fallen over.  I also thought this was it but I
should have known better.

When my mind finally returned from its haze I realized Logan hadn't 
softened at all, in fact he seemed harder then before and he was now 
renewing the assault on my insides.

How long this continued I can barely say, after the fourth shared orgasm my 
mind became a jumble of incoherent thought.  

Firmly his sharp teeth took hold at the flesh under my ear and growled 
fiercely and he flexed his member within me to catch my attention.

"You know more about this then me Slim, I wanna watch yer face.  I wanna 
see yer expression when ya cum with me and feel me fillin' yer tight hot 
asshole.  Show me."

My breath catches in my throat at the command and if it was possible I was 
becoming even more aroused as the images floated into my mind.

"We need to take the pillows and put them under me," I explain in a ragged 
voice.  Logan nods in understanding and gently pulls out of me.  The loss 
of his heat brings and aching emptiness to me for a moment before I turn 
over and lie down on my back.  His eyes meet mine as we push several pillows
under my lower back and a feral grin covers his lips as my legs move and 
separate around his waist.

He leans forward, holding himself up with one hand as the other positions 
his hardness at my still gaping opening.  Only the bulbous head is inside 
me when his arms line up along side my head and we both hold our breaths as 
he enters once more.  The pressure points of this new angle is incredible 
for me, more then incredible because after only a few quick stabs my closed 
eyes see a rainbow of sparks and my chest feels the warm wetness of my 
release.  

When I finally open my eyes again I'm shocked at the sight and closeness of 
the Canadian mutant and the smile that seems to ease the lines on his face.

"That was good, Scott.  The way yer eyes just screwed up tight and you were 
buckin' against me like ya couldn't get enough.  Oh yea, this is gonna be 
good."

His thrusts once again became a savage blur and his lips crushed mine more 
than once.  My tongue snakes through our mouths and battle with his as my 
heels drive hard into his lower back, striving to push him further into me.  

Thoughts of my wife Jean escape me and my own lewd words join Logan's in our
merging.

"That's it Logan, do it to me!  What's wrong old man, can't get it up any 
better then this?  C'mon runt, Jean's fucked me harder with dildos than what
you're doing now."

Our smiles and eyes meet, knowing the words were only meant to drive one 
another to a higher plane of passion, not meant to hurt or anger.

"You want it harder boy?  How about I fuck you up your ass so hard you ain't
ever gonna have ta push ta take a shit fer the rest o' yer life?"

"I can take whatever you can give out, chump."

He stops long enough to pry my legs away from his waist and lifts them over
his shoulders.  With those thick meaty hands he pressed in and in and  
. . .  in.  Further then before, I feel the burning pain and intense 
pleasure as his cock grazes against the very back walls of my rectum and 
he flexes to expand the tightened tunnel.

Logan leans forward nearly bending me in half and returns to his passionate 
rutting, and reality as I know it flies out the window.

The pain growing in my back recedes with his increased movement and I lose
all pride and beg him to continue in his ravaging of my dark entrance.  His 
growls, moans and screams of fulfillment join mine as our bodies shake with 
orgasms that seem to ride in one right after the other.  Time loses all 
meaning for me as I reach under our bodies with my own long arms and dig 
rivers of blood into his flesh with my fingernails, urging him onto 
something  . . .  I don't what  . . .  but I know that we are almost there 
and we both desire to reach it.  

Yes, the fevered look in my lover's eyes tell me he feels the same thing, 
the same unnamed need  . . .  desire  . . .  something we cannot touch or 
comprehend yet yearn for all the same.  We pull at each other, drawing in 
as close as we possibly can and I feel my own manhood between our bodies.  
My chest and neck are already soaked in the sticky fluid of my numerous 
previous releases and the friction between his hair covered belly and my 
own is akin to near madness for me and for him.  I hear a deep throated 
moan near my ear and feel a brief flash of pain as he bites into me drawing 
my blood into his hot, hot mouth.

He pulls his face away from where he feeds on my life fluid and stares 
intently into my eyes.  Even in this heightened passion of our sex there 
is a tenderness and fear in those beautiful eyes I've never seen before.  

"I want ya Scott.  After t'day I ain't gonna let ya go.  No matter if yer 
married or not.  I . . .  I . . .  need ya."

Then I understand that seldom seen fear in his eyes.  An understanding 
comes to me in the fog of our desire and I feel my love for this man flow 
through me like a flood.  His deep rooted fear to need someone  . . .  
anyone and to give voice to that need.  

This is so much different then how I the love I feel for my wife, so 
profoundly different that it cannot not share the same name.  I feel it, 
like two sides of a bridge across a wide chasm, destined to be joined, 
linked.  I want to convey these thoughts in my own eyes if not for my 
damned visor so I speak them in a surprisingly calm voice.

"This day is only the beginning.  I need you too Logan, and now that I've 
found you I'm never going to let you go again.  Wife or no, I'm not letting 
you go either."

With those words the heat that was for a moment forgotten, returns with a 
raging fervor.  His hands let go of my waist and his nails dig deeply into 
my shoulders to add leverage to his already deep thrusting cock.  It took 
all of my concentration to force one hand to release its stranglehold on 
Logan's leg, but it does and I reach up with a rage of my own to twine my 
fingers into his hair and savagely pull his face down to mine so that I 
can taste his blood on my tongue when I bite into his swollen bottom lip.  
He doesn't struggle from the act, but welcomes my own need for him to become
mine.  It was only then my hand returned to join its twin against the 
flexing asscheeks of my lover, to pull him closer to me, to have not even 
an atom of empty space between our moving bodies.  

That touch, that sensation of piercing one another drives us both over 
that unknown edge, into an abyss of darkness and light that has us 
screaming for our hearts and souls which was combined, melded, was torn 
apart then combined once again.  An ache so great it felt like life, 
death and re-birth all in one.  

I feel the radiating force of that explosion within us.  Our minds touched 
on a level I've never known before and a pleasure crashes into me  . . .  
around me  . . .  over me.  A flood Logan's hot liquid spurts and fills 
me from within just as my own joins my previous releases and soaks both 
our chests with its viscous white fluid.

The sounds of groans and gasps fill the air and I look up in bleary eyed 
exhaustion thinking that I will not survive not even one more session with 
this man.  A tired smile covers his lips as he pushes himself up and 
gently moves my legs from their cramped position around his shoulder 
and arm.  I hiss at the pain from muscles strained beyond endurance being 
forced to move once again and they flop bonelessly around his waist and 
upper legs.  

Then with such caring gentleness he pulls back, carefully wrestling his 
softened manhood from my now obscenely gaping opening.  When he is finally 
free, he crawls off of the end of the bed, moves my legs together, turns 
me on my side and moves the sheets so that I am covered by them.  I'm so 
relaxed and at peace that I can't find the power to aid him in his 
movements.  For a moment my flesh loses contact with his and I open my 
eyes wondering if he's left, but a caress on my cheek tells me I'm not 
alone.  He slips back into the bed and the well soiled sheets to spoon 
himself against my front.  I feel his shoulder blades against my 
chest and with my last ounce of strength I wrap my arms around my 
beloved Logan.  Cool, albeit slightly damp bed sheets cover us and our 
eyes close to the gentle lull of sleep.

************
Epilogue:

Her smile is brighter then that of a newborn star.  Happiness fills her 
heart and mind with joy at the destined union of these unlikely souls.  
She steps away from the small house, and stretches her limbs.

A devilish smirk replaces her smile, "I just totally love it when a plan 
comes together," and she disappears in a shower of flame and multicolored 
sparks.

The End  . . . 

Or is it ???

>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<

WAOW!  I truly never thought I had it in me to write a story of this type.
This type being a near 'Lady Amythest-Mharie' or 'Christina Knight-X-Men' 
kind of story.  Seriously, when I first sat down with the evil perverted 
idea of a 'pornographic' story I thought 'just how hard can it be?'  I soon
found out it was a lot harder then I first believed.  It took me darn 
near an hour just to talk about the guy's anatomy in graphic detail and 
language!  (And I do mean GRAPHIC!)  

The basic idea was just a PWP (Plot?  What Plot?) kind of story, but as 
you've read it blossomed out into something quite different.

I cannot in good conscience throw blame anyone for this idea, it was pretty
much purely my own sick and NASTY mind that came up with the piece.  

So many people wrote saying how much they enjoyed 'Say What?!?' that I 
thought an add-on story would be good to do.  Plus I was kind of in a 
wierd mood . . . so one thing lead to another *embarrassed giggling 
insues*.  

There may be another story coming up after this one, it'll depend on just 
how my 'juices' (creative ones, bub!) are running.

I added the Jubilation Phoenix character into the story because I felt that
she's seen some pretty outrageous stuff in her short lifetime so the idea 
of two men becoming lovers would be a good thing.  She's also here because 
in case I do decide to do a follow up to this one she'll definitely be 
needed.

One last thing, I'm not a guy, never have been one (to my knowledge) and 
don't plan on becoming one in the near future so I really don't have any 
idea of the pain or pleasure two guys get from becoming romantically 
involved.  Quite a bit of the descriptions in this story came from some 
great alternative or slash fiction seen elsewhere on the net, the rest 
. . . well we don't have to talk about that . . . do we . . . ?

-the end-