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tamingthemuseTitle: Primal Vacation
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: X-Men
Character/Pairing: Wolverine/Sabertooth
Rating: R/M
Challenge: #460: Jurassic (2nd challenge in a row)
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 724
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Marvel Comics and Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.
He's standing as the plane sets down, heedless of the danger he knows comes with not taking the proper precautions when landing. She's a smooth bird, though, and he downs the rest of his beer before turning her controls off. He finishes his cigar, too, and puts it out before leaving both in the cockpit.
He can already smell the wide array of animals outside the door and much more as he walks toward the plane's exit. He stretches his muscles, although they're not tired but rather rearing to go, takes off his shirt, and tosses it away from him. He kicks off his boots and shimmies out of his blue jeans. By the time the plane's door is opening, he's standing there right behind it, butt ass naked and ready to take in all this land has to offer.
The scents of prehistoric wilderness strike his nose. The roar of animals who will never know a zoo or man's taming, cruel hand incite the howl building in his own throat. He stands there for a moment, just watching the dinosaurs walking in the lush green of the one place where they still roam after Jurassic times. He lifts his head, deeply inhales the air, and watches pterodactyls making lazy circles in the bright, blue sky.
Hell, yeah, he thinks, unsheathing his claws just because he can. He's needed it for a long time, not just to get away from the modern world and the troubles of trying to be a hero when there's a beast constantly growling deep inside of him. He's needed this time away from everything modern and away from his family, too. He smirks as he imagines what One Eye and even Charles would say if they could see him now. Ororo and Jubilee would understand, maybe Kitty and Kurt, too, but it doesn't matter who understands him now.
Nature understands him. The wildness he feels roaring in this land understands him, and he understands it. A feral smile lights his face as the wilderness chases away his years and frustrations. He starts to step out but pauses as a dinosaur looms suddenly before the plane he borrowed from his team for this much needed getaway.
He could take any of the animals here, or any of the few people who coexist with them. That's not a problem. He has no problems today, no worries or cares, but he does want what's riding on the back of that huge, wild animal. His feral grin is matched by another as a hand reaches down. "'Bout time you got here, whelp."
"Had to save the world first, old man," Logan jests. "'Course ya wouldn't know anythin' 'bout that."
"Nope. Don't wanna know, either."
Logan laughs as Creed growls playfully. "'Course not," he agrees, and here in this land, unseen by every one in the modern world, he takes the hand of his arch nemesis.
Creed pulls him onto the back of the dinosaur, and Logan is struck, for just a moment, by how perfectly their naked bodies slide against each other as he joins him. Of course, they always have been two perfect halves of the same whole, and he lets the thought go with the rising wind. His legs wrap around Vic's from behind. Victor growls as Logan nips the back of his neck.
The blonde's growl seems to release the savage howl that's been building all this time in Logan's throat. He throws his head back as he releases it. The behemoth moves its powerful muscles between his bare legs, and Victor leans back into him. His claws gently scratch Logan's head as he cups his head to steady himself, and when he kisses him, silencing his howl with his plunging tongue, Logan just lets himself go as primitive wildness, pleasure, and everything else he's ever only found with this man alone erupts inside of himself.
Oh, Hell yeah, he's needed this vacation for a long time. He's needed this man and what he offers freely alone with him even longer. Vic rises up, and Logan plunges deeper, his howls only silenced by his thrusting tongue. Oh, Hell yeah, he growls, and plunges deeper into Sabertooth still until neither man knows where he ends and the other begins, but then they always have been two perfect halves of the same whole.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: X-Men
Character/Pairing: Wolverine/Sabertooth
Rating: R/M
Challenge: #460: Jurassic (2nd challenge in a row)
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 724
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Marvel Comics and Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.
He's standing as the plane sets down, heedless of the danger he knows comes with not taking the proper precautions when landing. She's a smooth bird, though, and he downs the rest of his beer before turning her controls off. He finishes his cigar, too, and puts it out before leaving both in the cockpit.
He can already smell the wide array of animals outside the door and much more as he walks toward the plane's exit. He stretches his muscles, although they're not tired but rather rearing to go, takes off his shirt, and tosses it away from him. He kicks off his boots and shimmies out of his blue jeans. By the time the plane's door is opening, he's standing there right behind it, butt ass naked and ready to take in all this land has to offer.
The scents of prehistoric wilderness strike his nose. The roar of animals who will never know a zoo or man's taming, cruel hand incite the howl building in his own throat. He stands there for a moment, just watching the dinosaurs walking in the lush green of the one place where they still roam after Jurassic times. He lifts his head, deeply inhales the air, and watches pterodactyls making lazy circles in the bright, blue sky.
Hell, yeah, he thinks, unsheathing his claws just because he can. He's needed it for a long time, not just to get away from the modern world and the troubles of trying to be a hero when there's a beast constantly growling deep inside of him. He's needed this time away from everything modern and away from his family, too. He smirks as he imagines what One Eye and even Charles would say if they could see him now. Ororo and Jubilee would understand, maybe Kitty and Kurt, too, but it doesn't matter who understands him now.
Nature understands him. The wildness he feels roaring in this land understands him, and he understands it. A feral smile lights his face as the wilderness chases away his years and frustrations. He starts to step out but pauses as a dinosaur looms suddenly before the plane he borrowed from his team for this much needed getaway.
He could take any of the animals here, or any of the few people who coexist with them. That's not a problem. He has no problems today, no worries or cares, but he does want what's riding on the back of that huge, wild animal. His feral grin is matched by another as a hand reaches down. "'Bout time you got here, whelp."
"Had to save the world first, old man," Logan jests. "'Course ya wouldn't know anythin' 'bout that."
"Nope. Don't wanna know, either."
Logan laughs as Creed growls playfully. "'Course not," he agrees, and here in this land, unseen by every one in the modern world, he takes the hand of his arch nemesis.
Creed pulls him onto the back of the dinosaur, and Logan is struck, for just a moment, by how perfectly their naked bodies slide against each other as he joins him. Of course, they always have been two perfect halves of the same whole, and he lets the thought go with the rising wind. His legs wrap around Vic's from behind. Victor growls as Logan nips the back of his neck.
The blonde's growl seems to release the savage howl that's been building all this time in Logan's throat. He throws his head back as he releases it. The behemoth moves its powerful muscles between his bare legs, and Victor leans back into him. His claws gently scratch Logan's head as he cups his head to steady himself, and when he kisses him, silencing his howl with his plunging tongue, Logan just lets himself go as primitive wildness, pleasure, and everything else he's ever only found with this man alone erupts inside of himself.
Oh, Hell yeah, he's needed this vacation for a long time. He's needed this man and what he offers freely alone with him even longer. Vic rises up, and Logan plunges deeper, his howls only silenced by his thrusting tongue. Oh, Hell yeah, he growls, and plunges deeper into Sabertooth still until neither man knows where he ends and the other begins, but then they always have been two perfect halves of the same whole.
The End
