Author: Kat Lee
Rating: Strong R/M
Challenge/Prompt: anythingdrabble 44: Carnal
Word Count: 418
Date Written: 10 July 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Marvel Comics and Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.
He stepped out into the full moonlight and the rising wind, letting his scent be carried up to the open window above him. He had been so careful in sneaking into his greatest enemy’s territory, but now he stood tall and brazen at his full 6’6” height and every bit of his three hundred plus, purely muscular body naked. The silver moonlight shone on his muscles as he waited to be recognized.
He didn’t have long to wait. He heard the low, guttural growl coming from the bedroom above first. Then the runt was out of his window and down on top of Creed. He had been naked but evidently had taken time to throw on his boots, which Logan was known to do for he always had more weapons hidden in his cowboy boots, not that he’d need them tonight.
Tonight was purely instinctual, purely carnal, and purely them. They would need nothing and noone else. Even as Logan’s claws came slicing down Victor’s muscles, he was ready, and when the runt was within reach, he grabbed him and yanked him down hard onto his rising staff. Logan didn’t resist, but he did claw like the maniac he was.
Victor laughed and howled through his laughter. He knew the other X-Men would be coming soon, so he took off running, Logan literally riding him. His blood streaked down his hard, lean body, but he had known it would pour. Tonight they’d let every emotion run as wild as the beasts they were, and they needed noone, especially no damn X-Men, interrupting them.
“You’ve gotta lot o’ nerve, Creed,” Logan growled, but he didn’t try to jump off. He wanted this as badly as Creed did. Creed smirked down at him. Logan hit him before he could speak, but then his mouth was on his, his tongue thrusting into him as Creed thrust into his already hot and sweating body.
Oh, yeah, they’d almost waited too damn long for this ride! But before the night was through, they would be satiated at last, their every need and desire fulfilled as only they could do for each other. Logan might argue against him where the X-Men could hear. He would fight him day and night, but they made love as hard as they fought. No one could match them. They were the perfect match, the perfect animals, the perfect killing machines, the perfect half of each other, and they let it all show in the full moonlight that night.