Interlude; X-Men, In the Wake; NC17
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morgynleriTitle: Interlude
Fandom: X-Men
AU: In the Wake
Rating: NC17
Warnings: explicit sex
Threesome: Victor/Ana/Logan
Summary: "Don't be selfish, Victor"
They knew Logan was watching. Always did, after a job had them settled in enough money to get a place to sleep that wasn't a tent. Never quite sure if he was getting off on it, or making sure Victor didn't hurt Ana too much.
Victor bared his teeth, a low chuckle escaping him as he shoved Ana against the wall, one hand engulfing her wrists, holding her hands over her head. He leaned in to draw a deep breath, nose brushing against the side of her neck. Fear and anticipation, desire and blood. A tantalizing mix that was addicting as the violence that was their lives.
She shoved back against him, turning her head to watch him out of the corner of her eye. Demand and impatience, muscles straining against him. Trying to escape enough to do what she wanted, to have her way.
He nipped at the base of her neck, a low growl of warning rumbling through him. Ignoring the feeling of being watched as he kicked Ana's feet apart, the hand not holding hers going to her hips, pulling her back for a better angle. Smelling her arousal as his claws raised welts on the soft skin, as he pressed against her backside. Hard and ready.
No words, just a breathy laugh from Ana as she shifted her stance a little more, bracing against the wall. Ready for him when he pushed in, fast and hard. Thrusting deep, holding her still with a hand on her hips, claws digging in as he kept up a brutal pace. Nipping at her neck, marking her. His, even if he was willing to share with his brother.
He came hard, leaning his weight against her and pressing her to the wall as he let his breathing slow, catching the edge of her frustration in her scent. Not given enough to reach her own orgasm, and he chuckled, finally releasing his grip on her wrists. He pulled her with him as he moved back to the bed, sprawling on it and dragging Ana down on top of him.
Ana tilted her head back, shifting so she could look up at him without lifting her head from his chest. Watching him through dark eyes, pupils blown. "Don't be selfish, Victor." Her voice was low and husky, one hand stroking across his chest a moment. "You can smell it as easily as I feel it."
Talking about Logan, and the arousal that still spiced the air. Victor looked over to where his brother was sprawled in the motel room's chair, watching him work his still-hard cock a moment before grinning, and raising an eyebrow. Not letting Ana leave the bed, or her position spread half on top of him. Inviting Logan to come over if he wanted more than his own hand.
"Not from behind her." Logan flicked his gaze to Ana a moment, before looking back at Victor, waiting.
His grin widening, Victor tugged Ana up his body, letting her shift so she was leaning back against him, head tucked under his chin. Watching Logan again over her, a challenge in his expression. Daring him to demand more.
Logan snorted, the corner of his mouth curling up in amusement before he pushed out of the chair. Kneeling between their spread legs, hands sliding up Ana's thighs to her hips. Tracing over the cuts from Victor's claws as he shuffled closer, lifting her to slide her down over him, ignoring his brother's rolled eyes.
Ana reached for Logan's shoulders, using him for leverage as she undulated, meeting his slower thrusts with the same ease she kept up with Victor's pace. Tilting her head back to bare her throat to them both when Victor came up behind her, his hands curling around her hips again. Holding her still as he pressed against her backside, already recovering and hardening again.
"Greedy," she murmured, her head leaning against his shoulder. Letting the two of them manipulate her, a low keen escaping her as Victor slowly slid into her alongside Logan. Skin sheened with sweat, the scent of fresh blood rising from her along with arousal. Her fingers tightened against Logan's shoulders, nails digging into his skin.
Logan slid one hand up her side, cupping her breast briefly before he reached to curl his fingers around the back of her skull, pulling her to him for a kiss, leaving the back of her neck bare to Victor's teeth. Keeping his thrusts shallow and slow, drawing out as Victor pushed in, slick slide against each other.
Low growls mixed with murmurs of encouragement and breathless gasps, Ana's fingers clutching at Logan's shoulders, her head tilting back against Victor's. Trembling as they moved, mewling as Logan reached between them, pressing his thumb against the bundle of nerves there. Arching her back, muscles tensing under his hands as she came, a high-pitched keen the only sound emerging from her throat.
Victor's hands tightened on her hips, keeping her still as they continued to thrust, worrying at the side of her throat with an almost delicate care. Logan leaned in to kiss Ana again, fierce and hard, his hips jerking forward erratically, coming inside her as she started to recover. Pulling out slowly, and letting Victor pull her back again.
Sprawled out on the bed, Logan watched as Victor sped up the pace of his thrusts, driving deep as he held Ana still. Blood welling up around Victor's claws, and oozing from the shallow nips at her throat. Pushing him over the edge, and he pressed her down against him as he came, before letting her roll away to curl between them, her head pillowed on Victor's shoulder.
Notes: This is set during the first chapter of an unposted longer fic titled "In the Wake". It was originally meant to just be some simple smut, but somewhere along the line, the muse piped up with the idea that this is a glimpse into how the three of them tend to work together, and how the dynamic functions in everyday life as well.
Fandom: X-Men
AU: In the Wake
Rating: NC17
Warnings: explicit sex
Threesome: Victor/Ana/Logan
Summary: "Don't be selfish, Victor"
They knew Logan was watching. Always did, after a job had them settled in enough money to get a place to sleep that wasn't a tent. Never quite sure if he was getting off on it, or making sure Victor didn't hurt Ana too much.
Victor bared his teeth, a low chuckle escaping him as he shoved Ana against the wall, one hand engulfing her wrists, holding her hands over her head. He leaned in to draw a deep breath, nose brushing against the side of her neck. Fear and anticipation, desire and blood. A tantalizing mix that was addicting as the violence that was their lives.
She shoved back against him, turning her head to watch him out of the corner of her eye. Demand and impatience, muscles straining against him. Trying to escape enough to do what she wanted, to have her way.
He nipped at the base of her neck, a low growl of warning rumbling through him. Ignoring the feeling of being watched as he kicked Ana's feet apart, the hand not holding hers going to her hips, pulling her back for a better angle. Smelling her arousal as his claws raised welts on the soft skin, as he pressed against her backside. Hard and ready.
No words, just a breathy laugh from Ana as she shifted her stance a little more, bracing against the wall. Ready for him when he pushed in, fast and hard. Thrusting deep, holding her still with a hand on her hips, claws digging in as he kept up a brutal pace. Nipping at her neck, marking her. His, even if he was willing to share with his brother.
He came hard, leaning his weight against her and pressing her to the wall as he let his breathing slow, catching the edge of her frustration in her scent. Not given enough to reach her own orgasm, and he chuckled, finally releasing his grip on her wrists. He pulled her with him as he moved back to the bed, sprawling on it and dragging Ana down on top of him.
Ana tilted her head back, shifting so she could look up at him without lifting her head from his chest. Watching him through dark eyes, pupils blown. "Don't be selfish, Victor." Her voice was low and husky, one hand stroking across his chest a moment. "You can smell it as easily as I feel it."
Talking about Logan, and the arousal that still spiced the air. Victor looked over to where his brother was sprawled in the motel room's chair, watching him work his still-hard cock a moment before grinning, and raising an eyebrow. Not letting Ana leave the bed, or her position spread half on top of him. Inviting Logan to come over if he wanted more than his own hand.
"Not from behind her." Logan flicked his gaze to Ana a moment, before looking back at Victor, waiting.
His grin widening, Victor tugged Ana up his body, letting her shift so she was leaning back against him, head tucked under his chin. Watching Logan again over her, a challenge in his expression. Daring him to demand more.
Logan snorted, the corner of his mouth curling up in amusement before he pushed out of the chair. Kneeling between their spread legs, hands sliding up Ana's thighs to her hips. Tracing over the cuts from Victor's claws as he shuffled closer, lifting her to slide her down over him, ignoring his brother's rolled eyes.
Ana reached for Logan's shoulders, using him for leverage as she undulated, meeting his slower thrusts with the same ease she kept up with Victor's pace. Tilting her head back to bare her throat to them both when Victor came up behind her, his hands curling around her hips again. Holding her still as he pressed against her backside, already recovering and hardening again.
"Greedy," she murmured, her head leaning against his shoulder. Letting the two of them manipulate her, a low keen escaping her as Victor slowly slid into her alongside Logan. Skin sheened with sweat, the scent of fresh blood rising from her along with arousal. Her fingers tightened against Logan's shoulders, nails digging into his skin.
Logan slid one hand up her side, cupping her breast briefly before he reached to curl his fingers around the back of her skull, pulling her to him for a kiss, leaving the back of her neck bare to Victor's teeth. Keeping his thrusts shallow and slow, drawing out as Victor pushed in, slick slide against each other.
Low growls mixed with murmurs of encouragement and breathless gasps, Ana's fingers clutching at Logan's shoulders, her head tilting back against Victor's. Trembling as they moved, mewling as Logan reached between them, pressing his thumb against the bundle of nerves there. Arching her back, muscles tensing under his hands as she came, a high-pitched keen the only sound emerging from her throat.
Victor's hands tightened on her hips, keeping her still as they continued to thrust, worrying at the side of her throat with an almost delicate care. Logan leaned in to kiss Ana again, fierce and hard, his hips jerking forward erratically, coming inside her as she started to recover. Pulling out slowly, and letting Victor pull her back again.
Sprawled out on the bed, Logan watched as Victor sped up the pace of his thrusts, driving deep as he held Ana still. Blood welling up around Victor's claws, and oozing from the shallow nips at her throat. Pushing him over the edge, and he pressed her down against him as he came, before letting her roll away to curl between them, her head pillowed on Victor's shoulder.
Notes: This is set during the first chapter of an unposted longer fic titled "In the Wake". It was originally meant to just be some simple smut, but somewhere along the line, the muse piped up with the idea that this is a glimpse into how the three of them tend to work together, and how the dynamic functions in everyday life as well.
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Date: 2009-11-22 03:04 pm (UTC)