Title: Son of 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 2

Summary: PWP. Takes place couple hours after the first.

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

Archive/distribution: Ask. I'm easy.

Notes: Still Cass's fault. Thanks to Rebop, Rabid, and Shala.

Warning: BDSM action. Tie me up. Tie me down, baby!

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Son of the Werewolf vs The Mummy

By Wyrd

 

Jono was dreaming. He knew that, because he was kissing Logan. A fierce battle of hot and spicy tongues. Erotic in the extreme, since he didn't have a tongue anymore, or a mouth for that matter. No, that didn't bother him. It was glorious. No, it was something else. Something he couldn't quite put his finger on. He moaned into the other man's mouth, as large blunt fingers found and teased one of his nipples erect. Whatever... It wasn't important. Not as important as this.

Logan broke the kiss to lick and bite at his throat. Jono hissed and moaned under the older man's fierce mouth. "Aw God, Logan, yes." Logan just chuckled into his skin, and continued down with light nips and swipes of his tongue, until he contacted a nipple, then he started to really work Jono's flesh. Throwing his head back, Jono shrieked. His flesh was so sensitive; he writhed and twisted, clutching at Logan's dark mess of hair. "Logan! Gonna make me come... Just with that."

Tossing his head back and forth, Jono caught something out of the corner of his eye. Something in the shadows. He hissed to other mutant. "Logan! We're not alone." Logan wasn't listening to him. The older mutant pinned his wrists to the bed and continued torturing his nipples. He couldn't help the way his body bucked and pressed itself to Logan's, but he kept his eyes trained on the shadowy corner. "Logan!"

*He can't 'ear yer...* The figure in shadows stepped forward a little, enough into the light that Jono could see him. Dressed in black leather and bandages,  riding low enough for the jagged cracks in the face and a hint of psi-fire to be seen. Himself.

"Wot th' 'Ell!!" Wide eyed, yet unable to move, Jono hissed again at the figure. Himself.

*Logan.* The older mutant raised his head, and looked at the figure for the first time, tilted his head and smiled. Releasing Jono, Logan raised himself from the bed and went to the shadowy figure in leather. Jono watched as they embraced. Watched in horror, as he saw himself pull the bandages down from his face and kiss the smaller man. Watched, unable to move, as Logan burned alive in front of him, until steaming blacken bones, fell to the floor in a sickening crackle.

*Tell me something, Jono?* His head snapped up and he stared into his own eyes. *'Ow can yer be dreamin'? Yer don't sleep...*

Jono surged up out of the blankets, gasping for breath that he didn't need anymore. He frantically searched the small hotel room. It was still dark, but Logan wasn't there. *Logan!*

The door jingled open, as the small Canadian, juggled the key and a bucket of ice. "What the hell yah shoutin' fer, Kid?" He got himself in, and the door closed. The ice bucket went on the small rickety table.

*Where th' 'ell were yer?* Jono shook in relief. Logan was fine. Not burnt up. Not crispy.

"I got me sumthin' to drink... What the hell's wrong?" The older man growled at him.

*I was asleep...*

"Yeah, I didn't want to wake yah."

*No, yer don't get it! I was asleep... I don't sleep! I haven't since... Since I changed. And yer were all burnt up.* Jono started shaking more pronouncedly, remembering the dream.

"Aww shit, kid..." Logan sat on the bed, and ran a hand through his hair. "Had yahrself a nightmare, huh?"

*I don't sleep!*

"Kid, when I left here, yahr were out to the world. Asleep. Get over it and move on." The words were rough and harsh, but the hand continued to stoke his hair gently.

He turned to look the other man in the eyes, confused. *But... How... I don't understand...*

Logan shrugged at him. "Hell, if I know, Kid. Need to have Blue give yah the once over soon's we get back."

He grimaced at Logan, even though he didn't have a mouth to do it with. The older man seemed to catch it immediately, and chuckled at him. "Yeah, I know. A thrill a minute. Let me guess. Yah ducked out on the initial physical, and Hank's been after yah ever since." Logan looked at him shrewdly. "Has he sicced Cyclops on yah yet?"

Jono looked away, nervous that the older man had pegged his reaction so accurately. *Er, no.*

"Not good." Logan shook his head. "That means he's waiting to ask me. Fer me and Slim to double team yah. Just give it up, Kid. Yah don't want that. Fer yah own good anyway..."

*Yeah. Right. Wotever.* Jono snorted, still looking away.

Logan turned him around, so they were face to face, his eyebrow was raised. "Yah'll go see Blue, or I'll be tellin' him everthin' myself."

Jono's eyes widened. *Yer wouldn't! Even the... Er...*

"Fuckin'? If he needs to know that... Yeah, I'll tell him. S'not like he's gonna tell anyone..." Logan grinned ferally at him, and he shivered. "Not like I give a shit anybody knows. But I'd definitely be tellin' him bout the sleepin', dreamin', and yahr reaction. He'll pull yahr active status so fast, yahr head'll spin. And he won't give it back until yahr in his lab."

*Speakin' from experience?* Jono gave the older man a calculating look of his own. Logan only laughed at him. *Alright! Bloody 'ell, I'll go see the big blue tosser.*

"Smart choice, Kid." Logan laughed, and ruffled his hair.

*And would yer stop callin me kid! Told yer I didn't need no daddy!* He mentally growled at the older man, not happy about being forced into a trip to the Medlab.

Logan just stared at him with a raised eyebrow, a strange expression flittering across his face.

"Everyone, even Chuck, is a kid to me, *Kid*. After yah reach the century mark, then we'll talk bout it, until then shut yahr trap. I'll call yah whatever I want too."

Jono shivered again, but not from fear, and not from nervousness. Logan was using *THAT* voice again. The one that made his toes curl, and his cock hard. ~Oh no... Can't be 'avin that again... The dream, nightmare, wotever, showed me that...~ He looked abruptly away from the older man, trying to think the unsexy thoughts. ~Er, the Queen... The Queen naked.

Oy! Not Emma! Not Emma in the white leather corset, none of us kids are s'posed to know bout, neither!~

The lips gnawing on his shoulder made Jono jump. *Would yer make some fuckin' noise when yer move! Yer need a soddin' bell!*

Logan just chuckled against his skin, and nipped a little harder. Jono stifled a moan, and tried to reason with the Wolverine. *Look 'ere. I'm not in the mood, 'kay?*

At Logan's further laughter, he pried his shoulders out of the other man's hands and mouth. *I don't wanna fuck! Leave me alone!* He scooted to the bed edge looking for his pants. Again, he never heard Logan move... One moment he was sitting at the edge of the bed reaching for his pants, and the next he was pinned to the mattress. Far too bright eyes staring into his own.

"What the hell's yahr problem? Yah smell all hot and bothered..." Logan's eyes widened and narrowed, so fast Jono was afraid he'd imagined it. "I was all burnt up, huh? Nightmare was about hurtin' me..."

~Dammit! Yer not suppose to put things together! 'All brawn. No brain.' That's what Emma said!~ Even as he thought it, Jono knew it wasn't true. Those eyes held a fierce intelligence, and he wasn't getting out of this. *No, it was bout killin' yer... I kissed yer-*

"And killed me? Burnt me all up?" Logan tilted his head, and surprisingly smiled. "Kid, I've been sliced, diced, gutted, blown up... Yah name it. Lost an eye once..."

Logan released one of the hands he was using to pin Jono to the bed, and pointed at his right eye. "This one. Grew back. Been left fer dead so many times, I done lost count. Where the hell do yah get the balls to think, yahr the one that could finally do me in?!"

Logan sat back, releasing Jono. The older man waved Jono off answering. "Look. Yah ain't slept in what? Over a year? It ain't no big surprise yah got hit with a nightmare. Considerin' we're sharin' a bed, it ain't no surprise I had a starring role in it."

*But- But I could 'urt yer... If I lost control.*

"And I could julian yah." Claws slid out of an upraised clenched fist, and then slid back. Logan looked at Jono seriously. "Didn't think of that, did yah?" The older man sighed. "Yah don't wanna fuck? That's fine. Yah don't wanna fuck cause yah think yah have to protect me?! That's crazy. Yah don't get to decide that, that is my choice. Got it?"

* Yeah. * Jono looked up at the powerfully built man, aroused by his growl. Internally, he had to concede that the man had a point. It wasn't like he'd hurt Logan the last time, even with Logan stirring his insides up like a blender with his hand. ~Shadows and Ghosts... Nuthin' real.~ He sighed mentally, relaxing back into the mattress, and looked up at Logan, eyes half lidded. *Er, anyone tell yer how fuckin' sexy yer are when yer growl?*

Logan laughed outright, and raised an eyebrow at the younger man. *Yeah. I hear yer. And yeah, I wanna...* Jono was surprised his mental 'voice' could sound husky. *Yer got to many clothes on, Logan.*

"Hmmm. Maybe I do." Logan grinned wickedly, pinning and pressing Jono back into the mattress. Growling softly, in that way that made Jono's cock twitch, Logan said. "Yah gonna trust me?"

*Yeah.* Jono arched and rubbed against Logan's clothed body. *Yeah. Think I am. Yer still got to many clothes on...*

"Well, alright then." Logan grinned, and fingered the bottom row of Jono's black bandages. "Hey kid? Yah got 'nother set of these? With yah I mean?"

*Yeah. In my-* He was cut off by the 'snick' of claws, and watched shocked as Logan deftly sliced through the material. *Yer insane!*

"Kid, shuttup." Logan growled, "Trust me. Know whatch yah need." Still pinned underneath the older man's weight, it easy for Logan to tie his wrists to the cheap headboard. Hell, he was still wearing the handcuff halves. Logan just looped the bandage strips through those and cinched him up. Once done, Logan secured his legs quickly, each tied firmly to a metal strut underneath the bed. Jono fought. He did, but once his hands were out of commission, he was no match for Logan. He began to panic, his psi-fire flaring loose. Logan ran his hand through a flare, his psi-fire casting an eerie shadow on the older man's toothsome grin.

Pulling on one of the bonds, Jono realized something, and quite struggling. He looked closer at one of the bonds. It was a quick release knot. *I can get free. All I have to do is pull this.* He twisted his hand to grasp the loose pull bandage.

"Yep." Logan confirmed, fingering a length of remaining bandage. "Once yah do, sex stops..."

Jono stared at the older man for a long while, debating. On one hand, it was one of his greatest fantasies. To be tied down, and for control to be taken from him. Completely and totally free... Something Logan gave him a taste of... Was it only a few hours ago? On the alternate hand, he was truly and completely naked. His psi-fire crackling, and exposed. Nothing between it and Logan, or the room for that matter. It was scary, and it was tempting.

And he was hard as a rock. Jono relaxed into the mattress again, removing his hand from the release thread, and nodded at Logan.

Logan walked slowly around the bed. Sitting, he secured the remaining cloth around Jono's eyes, and growled softly. "From now on... Not one single word. Stay in yahr own head, and don't 'talk'... Or it won't be yahr ass that gets paddled this round."

Jono mentally gasped and writhed, as Logan's big hand grasped and stroked his hard on, a quick couple of strokes. Then, it stopped. Logan had moved away. Straining for any sound, he heard the rustle of cloth. ~Logan gettin' naked?~ If he had a heart, it'd be somewhere in his throat now. The anticipation was maddening... Frustrating.... And a whole bunch of other 'ings', Jono didn't have the patience to classify. Where was Logan?

Undulating against the sheet and pulling against the ties, Jono remembered what Logan has said earlier, that he found Jono's writhing on the bed 'fetchin'. He shuddered, and writhed, hoping to catch the older man's attention. Make him move. A sound froze him. ~Wot? Metal? And crystal?~ He twisted his head. ~It was close!. Where?~

Unable to suppress a yip, Jono jumped at the cold wetness running up his inner thigh. He could feel his skin pucker and raise in goose flesh. ~Ice! Oh bloody 'ell, he's got the ice bucket!~ He tried to squirm away, but he was tied too securely. The ice slid further up, and he yipped again as Logan ran the ice along his balls. He could actually feel them pull away from the cold, and Jono bucked trying to get away, dislodge the ice,... Something. Logan hand grasped and secured his hip. Jono could only lay there, shaking, as the ice chip was run along the underside of his cock, and then teased the slit. He couldn't hold back the moan.

"Yeah... Those noises I like."

The ice left his body, and Jono shivered, then mewed as the cold was replaced with heat. The heat of Logan's mouth, following the path left by the ice. Licking him. Tasting him. Jono clutched at the bonds, his muscles straining. He wasn't trying to get away or free himself. He just had to do something. Logan had restrained him so thoroughly, pinning him further with body weight, that he couldn't even thrust into the warm wet mouth pleasuring him. And then it was gone. Both mouth and body weight. He whimpered at the lost, tossing his head back and forth in denial.

Jono heard Logan chuckled softly. He zeroed in on the sound, realizing that Logan hadn't gone far. Not far at all. And that he was deliberately making noise for Jono to hear. Tantalizing, torturing noises... The sound of ice clinking against ice echoed through the room. Jono gasped and his chest heaved as though he was breathing heavily, even though he had no lungs. Logan was tormenting him, and he never wanted it to stop.

"Yah know, when yah do that... the breathin' like? Fire jumps and plumbs... Little flares. Always loved playin' with fire." Logan's voice was thick, and it was close.

Jono shrieked as ice ran up his chest, along the seam where flesh met fire. He twisted violently, feeling it hiss and throw off steam. ~Never knew! Never knew I could feel that... Not like that!~

"Got a big piece here. Couple of cubes froze together." Jono hissed and moaned. He felt Logan penetrate his chest with the ice shard, and then drop it inside him. Incoherently, he gurgled and convulsed. He could hear, feel the ice, inside him. Melting. Hitting his backbone and sliding along the vertabrae, one by one, before it evaporated. It was slick. It was sick. And if Logan did it again, Jono was gonna go off like a nuke. He whined in need, begging for more.

"A might sensitive there, huh?" He felt Logan run his big thumb along the fleshy border, and then curl it inward stoking his skin from the underside, the inside. The sensation overloaded his brain... Jono couldn't cypher out whether it was pleasure of pain. Or both. Inside out. Knowing his psi-fire was fluttering and blazing forth, only spiced the mix further. He was gonna cum... He could feel it start to build and fountain inside him... Only to roar in protest as the hand inside deserted him, and clamped down roughly on his erection. "No yah don't. Not yet. Not until I say so." Logan's voice and painful grip cut through the haze like cold steel, denying him release. Jono whimpered and mewed. "S'alright, kid. Yahr doin' good."

Part of Jono wanted to preen and bask in Logan's praise. The other part- He wanted to scream, beg, threaten, plead for the older man to let him- No, make him come! That's what he wanted, but knew the first word would get him punished, and his own pleasure probably denied for a good long time. Kept on the edge for fucking ever. He stilled pondering that for a moment. ~And that would be a bad thing, right? Tortured with pleasure.~ Jono moaned and groaned, ~But wot if Logan didn't do that... Wot if he just stopped. Walked away.~ Torn with indecision and uncertainty, he shivered and whimpered, laying there balls heavy and aching.

Lost in his own debate, Jono wasn't actually sure how much time had past, when he realized Logan wasn't touching him. Logan wasn't even on the bed any more. ~Oh bloody hell! Where is he now!?!~ He craned his neck, and tensed, listening for any sign of the older man. Not a sound. Not even a whisper of a sound. ~Oh fuck... He didn't leave me like this? Did he?~

Sagging back into the mattress, he listened. The seconds seemed like minutes, and the minutes like hours. Still nothing. Nothing but torturous silence. Hard as a rock and staked out on a bed, Jono could feel the tension build inside him, and the start of panic, his eyes watered and smarted under the makeshift blindfold.

The bed dipped, and a sob of relief bubbled out of Jono. Logan hadn't left him! He didn't even try to hold in the cry of pleasure, as the older man grasped his cock and stroked him. No, not just stroked him... Slicked him. Logan didn't even give him a moment to wonder, as the bed shifted again, and his world became a tight heat surrounding his cock. Jono's thoughts mangled inside his skull as the strangling sensation of Logan settled on him, taking him in, turned him inside out. He felt both huge and small at the same time, grasping the mattress with his hands. Huge- He'd never experience anything so tight and sweet as being inside Logan. Small- A flex of Logan's internal muscles and he was sure the older man would rip his cock right off. He whimpered trying to shift, and tilt his hips some. Tried to relieve some pressure. Get farther inside Logan's molten core.

A growl and flex of those wicked muscles warned Jono, and he stilled. He may be inside Logan, his cock encased in the other man, but he knew without a doubt who was fucking whom. This was Logan's show, and he was at the older man's mercy, totally and completely in his control. And he loved it. He wished he could breath. Wished he could talk. Wanted to beg Logan on and on to take him, use him... Tell him that Jono was his for whatever he wanted. As if he was heard, Logan started to ride him, rocking back and forth on Jono's cock. He moaned loudly into the older man's mind, and sent him pictures of flame. Was this what it was like to be burned up from the inside out? Was this what it was like inside him?

Logan laughed and rode him harder. Slamming back with a force that mixed pain with pleasure. He felt Logan shift, his hands on either side of Jono's torso, and hiss out his own strangled growl of pleasure. Blink. Suddenly the blindfold was gone, and Jono could see...

See Logan. Slicked with sweat. Lip bloody from his own teeth. Hunched over him balanced on one arm. Jerking himself off roughly as he fucked himself on Jono's cock. Felt the older man stiffen and howl through his entire body, as Logan came, shooting cum directly into his chest. Looking back, Jono would never be sure what tipped him over the edge. The sight of Logan frozen in orgasm. The howl. The tight constricting tremors milking his cock. Logan growling at him to cum. Or the feel of Logan's cum hitting his spinal column before it evaporated. It all mixed together, and Jono screamed, cumming so hard all he could see or hear was black fire.
How long later, he wasn't sure, but Jono felt the tension on his arms and legs release. Exhausted, he blinked and forced his eyes open, lazily noting that he wasn't tied to the bed and that somewhere along the line Logan had cleaned him up. He did a quick check.

Room's okay. Sheets were a little smokey, but not awful. Logan... Logan was wrapped around him, nuzzling his neck. Check. Logan more than okay. *Yer very good. Even incredible...*

"Yeah, kid. I know."

*Modest, too.*

Logan snorted and bit his ear lightly.

*Er, I need to get wrapped up again...*

"Where are they? In the duster?" Logan grumbled, and unwrapped himself from Jono when he nodded lazily.

*Thanks. Don't think I can move. Yer may 'ave killed me.*

"Nah. Yahr still talkin'." Logan chuckled gruffly, climbing back on the bed. He wrapped the bandages carefully and gently around Jono, settling back into the bed and around the younger man when he finished. "Close yar flippin' eyes, and get some sleep, kid. No nightmares this time."

*Right.* Jono yawned, then laughed, startled. *Never knew I could yawn without a mouth.*

"Kid, I don't get a couple hours before Cyke shows... I'm gonna be pissed." Logan growled and swatted him on the ass. "Shuttup."

Jono's eyes crinkled in a smile. It was a little difficult to believe Logan was angry when he was wrapped warm and half dozing around you. *Gotcha.* He settled into the older man's arms, and listened to him breath. Listened as his breathing evened out, and he felt the older man relax. *Logan... If yer want to be my 'Daddy', it's okay with me.*

"Yeah Kid... I know. Now, be quiet and let me sleep!"

 

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