Title: The Werewolf vs The Mummy

Author: Wyrd ([email protected])

Website: http://www.wrssproductions.com/boilingpoint/

Rating: NC-17

Pairing / Main characters: Wolverine/Chamber

Series/Sequel: Creature Features 1

Summary: PWP. Logan & Jono: Hotelroom and Handcuffs.

Disclaimer: Don't own them. Wish I did... Then they'd always be naked.

Archive/distribution: Ask. I'm easy.

Notes: Answer to Jono Handcuff Challenge. And cause Cass put this thought in my head... Her fault!

Warning: Explicit sex. BDSM Warnings for Spanking and Handcuff use.

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The Werewolf vs The Mummy

By Wyrd

 

*Wot are we doing 'ere again?* Jono grumbled as he looked around the cheap hotel room. Standing still, just inside the door way, he wrinkled his nose. It was dingy and hardly big enough for the two double beds it housed.

"Takin' the night off." Logan sighed wearily, sinking into the mattress of the bed nearest a tiny little window, eyes closed.

*Can't we just go back to Westchester? Bloody Hell! Mission's done. It's not that long a trip back.*

"Kid. Leave it alone."

*Come on. Can't we...*

"God dammit, Kid! "The Mission" was a grad A cluster fucking ambush. I haven't slept in 48 hours. I'm tired and pissed. Shut. The. Hell. Up."

*Oh that's a shocker. Must be pissed. Yer breathing.* Jono shifted, looking around the room again. *Look all I'm saying is...*

If he breathed any more, the breath would have been knocked out of him as he was slammed back into the wall. He knew Wolverine was fast. Knew he was dangerous. But hell, he hadn't even seen the small man move. Looking down into his snarling face, Jonos' thoughts arranged themselves half hazardly. ~ 'Kay, Wolverine is really pissed. How can someone so small be so intimidating? He feels good pressed up against me. Holy shit, he's buried a set of claws in the wall! I'm gonna die... Christ, your one sick puppy Starsmore! This is turning you on.~

*Uhm. Why don't I go sit down over there and be quite?* He waved at the other bed.

Still snarling, Logan released him and stepped back, his claws retracting. Logan tilted his head and looked at him strangely, for a second, before the impassive mask Jono was used to slipped back into place. "Yeah. Why don't you."

Without another word, Logan stalked over to the bed that he had staked out. Jono watched captivated, as he turned away from him, stripped off his uniform and crawled into the bed. ~Commando. Okay, no surprise there.~

"Turn off the light." Jono started and reflexively switched off the light. He couldn't believe he had been frozen there. Staring. He shrugged off his leather duster and sat on the bed. Staring at his feet, resisting the impulse to stare at Logan, he mentally sighed to himself. ~Why didn't I tell the clerk two rooms? This is gonna be one bloody long night.~ He laid back on the mattress, closing his eyes, and listened to Logan breath.

Jono shifted and sighed to himself for what must have been the millionth time. He turned to gaze at Logan again. And again tormented himself with thought of how naked the other man was under that sheet. How, even relaxed in sleep, he looked dangerous. How if Logan wasn't straight... If he wasn't such a freaking monster, even among mutants...

So wrapped up in tormenting fantasies, Jono was shocked to realize that he was staring into Logan's eyes. Logan's open eyes. Logan's wide awake open eyes.

"Kid, can't you even think quiet?" Jono looked away quickly. Logan didn't sound mad. If he still had a heart, he was sure it would have been beating a mile a minute. ~Oh, please. God, tell me I wasn't projecting. That he didn't hear my thoughts.~

"If yah wanna fuck, why don't yah just ask?"

*I was projecting.* He felt like he was sinking.

"Nah. Pheromones." Still looking away, Jono could hear the amusement in the older mutant's voice. "Can smell yahr hardon."

Jono looked up shocked. There was only amused curiosity in the other man's face.

"So?"

*Uhm. Cause your straight?*

"Always thought of mahself more as.... Flexible."

*Cause I'm a hideous freak...*

"Really?" Logan shrugged. "My cock doesn't seem to think so. Must like freaks."

Jono had thought he couldn't get more shocked, or more turned on. A million reasons raced through his head on why this was a bad idea, but only one thought had the power to slip out. *Wanna fuck?*

"Get outta those clothes and get yahr ass over here." Logan was smiling slightly. He flipped back the sheet giving Jono a clear view of his body and the erection he was lightly stroking. Big and thick.

Jono scrambled off the bed, stripping furiously, so very glad he couldn't blush any longer. He started to climb on to the bed, but was interrupted by Logan's command.

"Take the rest of it off. I want to see all of yah."

Jono looked at him confused, and then shocked, as he realized Logan meant the bandages. *No! I can't do that. Yer don't want to see that.*

"Take them off." Logan's voice was velvet steel, accepting of nothing but compliance. Jono slowly unfastened and began to unwind the specially treated cloth. He couldn't look at the other man. Couldn't face the look of disgust he was sure would be there.

The bandages fell to the floor. Jono wasn't sure what sickened him more, that he was frozen there, waiting for Logan's rejection, or that he was still hard in face of the oncoming humiliation.

Logan's touch caught him off guard, and his psi-fire flared a little. *Shit! Would you not do that!?!? You want me to blow a hole through you and the wall?!?!*

"Would you just fucking relax!?!" Logan growled at him, and his cock leap at the sound. Looking down at the smaller man, he trembled as Logan's hands danced over his shoulders and down his arms, caressing him. He watched intently as Logan gazed at his body, the psi-fire casting odd shadows over his face and body.

"Beautiful. Like Northen Lights." Logan had a oddly pleased look on his face. "Does it hurt?" His voice was soft, and his hands ghosted along the seam, where flesh met fire.

*No. But it'll burn you.*

Logan smiled at him, and deliberately ran his fingers over his chest, sinking his finger tips into the fire. Into him.

Jono threw his head back and moaned. *Oh, God, I felt that!* Felt it through his entire being. No one, not even himself, had touched him like this. Touch him there. He looked down at Logan again, shaking. *Are you... Did I burn you?*

Logan held up his hand for Jono to see the blackened skin. Before he could look away again in self-disgust, Logan made an impatiant sound in the back of his throat, and began to rub his thumb and fingers together. Jono watched as the blackened flesh flaked and rolled away, leaving healthy perfect pink skin behind. "Healing factor remember? A little pain's not so bad..."

Jono shuddered, felt his cock harden even more, and thought he might just come from the implications in Logan's voice.

"Yah like that idea. Don't yah, Kid?"

It wasn't really a question, but Jono couldn't help but nod slightly anyway. *Yeah.*

Logan sat, reclining back on the bed. "I wanna fuck yah. What do you want kid?"

*That's good. Would yer stop calling me kid though? Not looking for a Daddy.* He was sure his eyes sparkled in amusement at Logan's bark of laughter. He interrupted Logan's laughter with a wide eyed look of anticipation as a Thought came to him. *Oh, hold on a sec.* He grabbed his duster and rummaged through one of the inner pockets.

Finding the items, he casually tossed them at Logan who snatched them out of the air on reflex. Logan dangled the pair of handcuffs from one thumb and looked at the lube. Looking at Jono with a bemused smile, he raised an inquiring raised eyebrow. "Expecting to get lucky?"

*Well, I am.. aren't I?* He rolled his eyes mentally. ~So, they've been in that pocket for over a year. He doesn't have to know that.~

"Come here, brat."

Jono started to obey, and then hesitated. *Can I put the bandages back on? Please. Don't want to start a fire.*

"To late." Logan shifted on the bed, and stroked himself again.

*The room, Logan. The room.* He mentally snickered.

"Well, bring 'em here." Jono scooped up the material, handing them off to Logan, confused.

"Don't move." Logan stood and began slowly winding the bandages around his body. His fingers stroking and scratching every bit of flesh and fire. Jono trembled and shook with every little maddening touch. He felt like he was going to pass out or cum. *Oh, Christ! Yer're gonna kill me aren't you.*

He felt Logan chuckle against the skin of his back. "Nothin' permanent." He felt the cold snap of steel. "Nothin' you won't survive. Eventually." The combination of Logan's promises and steel on his wrist made him go weak in the knees. He felt himself start to sag, as Logan guided him, and roughly threw him face down on the bed. He waited for Logan to touch him again. And he waited. He couldn't see the other man. Couldn't hear him move. The minutes stretched into an eternity.

Moaning, he inhaled deeply the rich musky scent of the other man on the sheets. He felt helpless, and completely at Logan's mercy. So hard it hurt. Out of control. *Please touch me. Logan... Please* Rubbing his cock against the sheets, trying to bury himself in the other man's scent, he whimpered and moaned again.

He started and came back to himself at the sharp crack of Logan's hand smacking his ass. "As fetchin' as that looks. I thought I told yah, not to move." Open hand blows began to rain down on his bare upraised ass... Slow at first, then escalating in speed and fierceness. He yipped and tried not to squirm, either away or into the blows. Felt the tears, squeezed from his eyes. God, it hurt and burned. So, good. Made him feel alive. Slowly, he felt his ass go numb in a weird sort of way. He could still feel the blows. Knew that their intensity hadn't lessened. But the pain had slowly transmuted. He felt light, like he could float on air. Light. Bereft of all the shadows that weighed down his soul. He felt good. He felt terrific. *Logan. Yes. Please, Logan.* He begged, pleaded and offered everything, anything, with that little thought.

Slowly, he realized that Logan's blows were slowing, gentling, until he was softly rubbing Jono's glowing and bruised ass. He shivered and knotted his brows in confusion when something wet brushed across his heated flesh. He shivered again, and moaned, when he realized that it was Logan's tongue, licking and kissing his ravaged flesh. Soothing him. *Oh God.*

Logan chuckled and blew against the burning skin, making Jono jump and yip. "For someone without a mouth. Your damn vocal. Like that." Jono jumped and yipped again, as Logan lightly nipped at the tender flesh. "Like that a lot."

*Glad I could...* Where ever he was going with that thought evaporated into a moan, as Logan pushed his buttocks apart and blew on the puckered entrance of his body. Couldn't stop moaning. Logan was teasing him with his tongue, lapping at his pucker with quick light flicks. He tried to move backwards, but constrained by the cuffs, he couldn't get any purchase on the bed. Face pressed to the mattress, all he could do was moan, beg, and take it. He couldn't even jump, when he felt Logan's rough tongue penetrate him, swirling inside him, fucking him. All he could do was shake and feel. It felt so overwhelmingly good. *S'good. Yes, Logan. Make me feel. Been dead inside for so long...*

Tongue. Finger. Tongue. Fingers. Thrusting in and out of him. Stroking his sweet spot. *Fucking hell! Give it to me, Logan! Fuck me! Want it... Want yer so bad. Please. Please, Logan. Fuck me!* Sobbing with need, he begged with no control. *Please Logan...*

"'Kay. 'Kay. Quite yahr whinning." He sobbed in relief as he felt the fat head of Logan's cock breach him, lazy tiny thrusts, carrying it deeper and deeper into his ass. If he had a throat, he was sure he'd be choking, Logan was so deep inside him, his body stretched and forced to accept, lost in painful pleasure "This what yah want, baby? Hmm. Yah like this?"

Logan grabbed his hips, pulling Jono to his knees, pistoning in and out of his tight hole. Rocking with each thrust, he moaned and stuttered. *Y-eah. Y-eah!*

Waves of burning pleasure lashed through him. Building. So, close. *Touch me, Logan. Please. So, Close.*

Logan's immediate response was to growl, and fuck him harder, hitting his prostate with every stroke. Eyes rolling back into his head, he shuddered and whimpered in pleasure. The conflagration burning through his body and brain was rising, the pressure was becoming unbearable. He felt his power, his psi-fire, start to flare. He needed release one way or the other. Fear joined the maelstrom of sensation, but only seemed to heighten his ecstasy, distilling his cosmos down to the punishing pleasure of Logan's cock inside him and his need for release. *Logan!?!*

He felt rather than heard Logan growl again. Felt his strokes starting to stagger. Knew Logan was going to cum soon. Growled himself, when one of Logan's hands reach beneath him, but didn't touch his cock, resting instead on his navel. *Logan! Please!*

He had only seconds to register Logan's hand shoving under his bandages. Shoving into him. Fingers raking through him, scrapping at the seam of flesh and fire. Before, he exploded screaming, scattered in the air. Floating on a nonexsistent wind, he heard Logan howl his own liberation into the air, joining him.

Jono's eyes fluttered open. It took a moment for what happened, realization, to come rushing back to him. Panicking, he looked around desperately. The hotel was still standing. The room wasn't a blasted wreck. The bed wasn't on fire. Logan? He was wrapped in the other man's arms, back to chest. He sagged with relief. *Bloody Hell! I passed out...*

"Yeah." Logan's warm reply tickled his ear. Logan was nuzzling his neck and purring softly. "Not bad, Kid."

*Not bad?* Jono snorted and turned in the other man's arms. *Piker! It was bleeding awesome! Best sex I ever had... And all yer can say is 'Not bad' ? What in the seven hells is wrong with yer? I can't ...* In an instant, he realized two things, one, that Logan's eyes were glittering with mirth, and two, that his hands were free, the chain holding the cuffs sliced apart. He shook his head, and caressed Logan's stubble rough cheek. *Yer teasing me.*

Logan smiled, tangled a hand in his hair dragging his close, and kissed the corner of his left eye. "Maybe. Seems ta me. Yah like that."

Jono snorted. *Maybe.* He dangled and shook his wrist just to the side of Logan's face. *Wot? Couldn't find the key?*

"Leave 'em on. Like the look." Logan's smile grew, both sated and smug.

He tilted his head a little, as if thinking it over, and then chuckled. *Alright.*

He snuggled back into Logan's embrace, and then started laughing.

"What now?" Jono found it really difficult to accept that Logan was annoyed, especially since he was still purring.

*Just remembering a really bad movie, I saw on cable 'tother night.*

Logan sighed.

Jono just started laughing harder. *The Wolfman vs the Mummy!*

He glanced up at Logan, who was scowling, but seemed not to have his heart in it. In fact, he seemed to be trying very hard not to smile. "Who won?"

*Think they both did.*

 

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