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Wolverine and Elastiguy

Scratchy music played from the old, beaten-up jukebox in the corner of the bar. The smoky air was filled with the sound of conversation, though the room was almost completely empty; there was only one group of four men sat around a table, and one huddled figure hunched over the bar. The bartender finished pouring out another whiskey on the rocks, and slid it to the hairy, bulky man.

With a grunt of gratitude, the man lifted the drink to his lips and took a long gulp of the burning liquid. As he did so, his ear perked when he caught a snatch of the conversation the nearby group of drunken men was having.

"...should round up all those fuckin' mutants, if you ask me."

"Yeah. Don't need 'em running around and..."

The man at the bar snorted, taking another, slower sip of his drink. One of the group members looked over, brow furrowing. "You got a problem, bud?"

"Nah." The man at the bar sneered. "Just laughin' at the thought of you boys trying to round anyone up."

The men got up. Made their way over. Loomed over the man at the bar. Leaned in close in an attempt to intimidate him through sheer numbers. "You ain't a fuckin' mutant-lover, are ya, bud?"

"Who can say." The man, completely nonplussed, slammed the last of his drink back. "Hey! Gimme another!"

"Don't ignore us, you fuckin-!" One of the drunken men reached to grab at the man at the bar; big mistake. A bulky up shot up, and out. There was a metallic sound. Three long, razor blades shot out from his knuckles, pressing against the drunken man's trembling throat.

"I suggest you sit your ass back down, bub." The man at the bar--Logan, better known as Wolverine--gave an icy glare to the men surrounding him. "You and the rest of your pals."

"Fuckin' shit, he's one of them!”

One of them pulled out a gun. "Let's g-" POW! Out of nowhere, a silver gloved hand had stretched out of a dark corner knocking the gun men out cold. The hand quickly retreated back to a figure who stepped out of the shadows. He was a dark, red-haired man with a black suit and mask, silver belt, boots and gloves came up and he had an "E" emblem that also curved into a "G". He was slightly shorter than Wolverine in height, but he had a slim, muscular physique thanks to his suit. "Anyone else?" he asked balling up his fists ready for the group.

"Two of them?!" With the men distracted by the newcomer's appearance, Wolverine was able to sheath his claws--didn't want to get blood all over the bar, did he--and slam his fist into another of the drunken men's faces. One of the began to rush over towards the jumpsuited man, while the other turned and slammed his own fist into Wolverine's gut; only to yelp in pain and shake his broken hand.

"Adamantium." Wolverine shrugged, and then grabbed the man who'd punched him. Hefted him up. Slammed him face-first onto the floor of the bar.

The newcomer bent backwards and then kicked the men before he thrust a hand forward hitting all the men in one blow. He could see Logan 30 feet away and the man he had thrown was getting up. He lifted a leg and stretched it to kick the man in the jaw knocking him out.

The bartender watched it all, nonplussed. When Wolverine glanced his way, he quickly slid another drink to the mutant.

One of the men laid out on the floor groaned in pain, and then yelped when Wolverine stepped on him while making his way over to the dark-red-haired man. "Nice reach you got, kid." He took a sip of his drink, looking the man up and down. "Thanks for the assist, but I could've handled those punks on my own." That seemed to be the extent of the gratitude the newcomer would get from the older man.

"Sure you could've handled them," said the masked red-head shrugging, "I just took them out for you."

Wolverine grunted. Slammed his drink back. Set the empty glass down on the bar. "Right. Well, either way, they won't be bothering anyone for a while." He rifled in his pocket, putting a wad of cash down on the bar as well, and then turned to make his way towards the door. "You take care of yourself, bub. Lots of idiots that wanna go toe-to-toe with any mutant they can find nowadays."

"Elastiguy," said the masked man, "Name's Elastiguy." Just then, one of the gang members groaned awake, but then Elastiguy stretched his arm to punch them again and they were out cold again. "And what do they call you? Santa Claws?" he asked smirking.

The older man grunted. "Name's Logan. But everyone calls me Wolverine." He glanced back over to Elastiguy, looking the younger man up and down. "Anyway, I gotta hit the road. Pretty sure those guys'll wanna get their friends when they come to, and I got better things to do with my time. I suggest you am-scray, too."

"Well, we could travel together," said Elastiguy coming closer to Logan as the rugged man mounted his motorcycle, "Besides, I think you need to be more..." He flipped over the motorcycle and squeezed under it back to the other side. "Flexible," whispered Elastiguy softly.

"Sorry, kid. I don't do that buddy-buddy stuff." Wolverine snorted. "Been traveling alone longer'n you've been able to walk, and I happen to like it that way."

"Why? You afraid that I might be better at punching punks than you?" asked Elastiguy with a smirk as he tapped his belt and a black and silver electric motorcycle came up. "Try to keep up, Gramps," he said smirking. He then took off like a shot.

Logan scowled, revving his motorcycle, and took after Elastiguy. It didn't take long for him to catch up, getting neck and neck with the other man. "You're good, I'll give you that," he called over. "Think you can keep up with me?" With another rev, he began to pull ahead of the other man.

Elastiguy smirked as he pressed a button on the handle of his cycle and it parted in two as his mid section stretched out and he smirked at Logan. Ahead, there was an intersection and Elastiguy pulled himself together and made his cycle fly over the traffic. "WOOHOO!" he yelled as he drove on ahead.

Wolverine's eyes narrowed. He revved his motorcycle. He charged forward, and heaved upward with a roar as he reached the intersection; he too went flying over the traffic, hot on Elastiguy's heels.

Elastiguy looked in his rearview mirror and smirked. "Last one to the nearest hotel is a rotten egg!" he called as his motorcycle zoomed ahead of Logan with surprising speed. Wolverine's speedometer was at 100, but he could tell Elastiguy could go faster when he saw the Elasticycle going to 200!

One of Logan's eyebrows perked upward, as he tracked the younger man, watching as he turned off into the parking lot of a decently-sized hotel. The older man followed, rolling to a stop next to Elastiguy. "Alright, you impressed me, bub. What the hell kind of bike are you even riding, anyway?"

"It's electric," said Elastiguy, "Now, if you excuse me, I have to change real quick. Need to keep up with my secret identity." He pressed a button and a compartment under his seat opened up to reveal a pack of clothes. He went behind some bushes, took off his mask and began to slip on the clothes. When he came back out, he looked like any other regular human.

"Heh, reminds me of a group I used to run with." Wolverine shook his head, and then eyed the entrance of the hotel. "Little fancy for my blood. You got cash on you, kid?"

"Always... Helps to know friends in high places," whispered the young man, "And you can call me Hector."

"I'll keep that in mind, kid." Wolverine couldn't stop himself from smirking just a little. "So, we gonna do this, or stand out in the parking lot all night?"

Hector smiled. "If we're staying the night, I can only afford a room with one bed we can share... That is if you're up for a little fun," he whispered in Logan's ear.

"Hrm." Logan looked down to Hector, considering. "You know what? Sure. Been too long since I fucked anything but my own hand. And you look like you can hold your own."

After they got a room to share, they both entered a room that had a single bathroom with its own tub for two and it had jets in it. "Wanna start off with a nice soak?" asked Hector as he walked over to the tub.

"Heh, could probably use it." The older man nodded, shucking off his jacket and tossing it over a nearby chair. He stretched and cracked his neck, biceps and the burly, bulging musculature under his wifebeater shirt flexing with the movement. "So, you offer to sleep with every guy you team up with to beat down anti-mutant punks?" He looked to Hector with a grin, idly scratching at his stomach.

"Not always," said Hector as he removed his own clothes to reveal a well built, smooth form, "You're the only one I've been able to do this with. But then again, I have been with two others who did mention you: Nightcrawler and Beast."

"Huh. So you met up with them." Logan stripped off his shirt, and then then unzipped his fly, pulling his pants and underwear down together while kicking off his boots. "Beast doesn't really surprise me, but I pinned Nightcrawler as a wannabe ladykiller."

"Still, they've shown both heart and virility," said Hector as he stripped himself completely naked and then turned on the hot water, "So... What's your story? Or would you like to hear about mine in the line of what I like to call 'Hero work'?"

"Not much to tell of mine." Logan shrugged, moving up beside the younger man. "Been drifting from place to place, trying to keep to myself. Stumble into doing some good occasionally."

"And in all that time, you never had the chance to form a team and make friends?" asked Hector as he snuggled up to Logan, "I hear that team work makes the dream work."

"Told you, kid, I don't do that buddy-buddy stuff." Logan snorted, even as his arm went around Hector's shoulders as they settled into the warm water together. "...Did join up with Beast's and Nightcrawler's team for a while, and that wasn't too horrible. But still, I prefer having my space."

"Do you miss them? They told me that even though you were, as they put it, a 'wild child', you were always there to inspire them," said Hector as he slid in the water with Logan.

Logan didn't answer that, though his expression did shift a little bit; it could almost be called wistful. "They said that about me...?"

"Mmhmm," said Hector, and smirked as he added, "They also said you had a funny haircut."

The older man snorted. "That's rich coming from Beast of all people." A small, crooked smile spread on his lips. "...Maybe I should swing by. Make sure they're able to handle themselves without me."

"Well, last I saw them, Beast was doing a study on male anatomy and Nightcrawler was 'assisting' his brains out," chuckled Hector, "As for us..." He brought Logan into a soft but deep kiss. "Let's find out, shall we?"

"Mmmngh..." Logan pressed into the kiss, his stubble lightly scratching on Hector's chin and cheeks. He reached down under the water, cupping the younger man's balls, and gave them a slow fondle. "Yeah, let's."

Hector hugged Logan's neck letting out a soft moan as they kissed and he straddled the mutant's lap feeling their cocks grind against each other.

"Mm... real eager for it, aren'tcha?" The older man chuckled, his hands moving to Hector's hips. Holding him in place as Logan rocked, ground, frotted their erections together. "I like that..."

"And I've always had a hankering for tough, rugged guys like you," said Hector, "And yet... there's something soft and warm... in here." He placed a gentle hand on Logan's heart. "I'm guessing you had your fair share of romances?"

"I did." Logan didn't say anything more, his hands kneading their way to Hector's backside.

"You don't have to tell me all of them right away," said Hector softly, "We have all the time in the world. Wait until you think you're ready." He gently caressed Logan's face looking into his eyes with a soft, tenderness Logan knew all too well.

"Mm..." Logan looked back up into the younger man's eyes, his craggy face softening a little. "I'd rather focus on the here and now..."

Hector kissed Logan again as he felt Logan feel him all over and then moaned as he felt something poking into his hole.

"You alright with getting right to it?" Logan rocked his hips again, letting his cockhead brush and rub on the clenching rim of Hector's pucker. "You aren't the only one who's eager for it..."

"I... I don't mind," panted Hector, "It's just... Been a while since I... Took anyone.... I'm yours." He lifted his rear up and slowly lowered himself onto Logan's hard, throbbing cock.

"Mmmg!" Logan grunted, and then let out a low groan as his erection slid into Hector's welcoming depths. He held tight to the younger man's hips, helping to guide them downward until Hector's rump while settled against his crotch. His fat, hairy ballsack grinding on those pert asscheeks. His cock hilted in that tight, hot hole.

"Yeah!" moaned Hector hugging Logan, "Show me what you're made of."

Logan began to growl, low and soft and grunting with every thrust, as he bucked up into Hector. Holding the young man tight. Fingers kneading his hips and ass as the older man's cock pounded into that back passage, and his balls smacked against Hector's own.

Hector moaned as he felt close to climax and he was kissing Logan deeply before leaning down to suck and nibble on the man's nipples.

"Nng... fuck yeah, that's right..." Logan flexed his chest; hairy and muscular and built. "You like that, kid?" He grinned, raking his fingers up and down the younger man's back while thrusting faster, harder, deeper.

"I do," whimpered Hector, "Take me to bed... I want you to breed me there." So, they got out, dried off while still kissing each other and Hector lay nude on the bed with his legs spread apart and knees pulled up to his chest.

"Mm, if it's a breeding you want, should get you ready for it..." Logan moved down between Hector's legs, pressing his face into the spread cleft of the younger man's ass. Licking. Slurping. Grinding his tongue all around that rim, and then pushing into it to taste Hector; to eat him out, eager and sloppy. "Mmmngh..."

Hector moaned as he felt his cock throb and pre was leaking out of his cock tip. "Oh, that feels so good," he moaned feeling almost ready to cum, but he held back.

"Mmgh... haaah..." Logan pulled away from Hector's slickened hole, and began kissing and licking his way up the younger man's body. His balls and cock. His stomach, his navel. His chest, giving each of Hector's own nipples a brief flick of his tongue. "Gonna make it feel even better..." He pushed into another deep kiss with the younger man, shoving his cock back into that tight passage and picking back up where he'd left off. Rocking. Thrusting. Rutting Hector hard and fast and deep.

"Cum inside me," whimpered Hector panting and moaning, "Make me cum!"

Logan growled, his thrusting growing almost animalistic as he went harder. Faster. Deeper. Slamming into Hector's prostate with every thrust. At last he hilted, threw his head back, and roared out his orgasm while filling the younger man with shot after thick, sticky, virile shot of cum.

Hector gasped and whimpered as the flow of cum inside him made him cum as well splattering between them. He pulled Logan into another deep kiss and whispered, "I love you."

"Mmngh..." Logan panted as afterglow washed over the both of them, carefully settling himself down on top of Hector. "Heh, I'm flattered, kid... but you barely know me."

"Then I guess I'll have to keep up with you and learn more," he said softly kissing Logan's lips.

"Heh, I guess so." Logan rumbled out a soft laugh, pressing into the kiss as he wrapped Hector up in an embrace.

They lay together all through the night and the next morning, they were still in each other's arms.

Logan grunted quietly as he stirred. Somehow, he felt better rested than he had in ages. He looked down to Hector, idly stroking through the younger man's hair.

Hector sighed when he felt Logan gently stroking him and he gave a soft smile as he looked up at his lover. "Morning, sleepy head," he said softly.

"Mm. I should be saying that to you." Logan grunted, the sound a lot more comfortable and muted than the previous day. "How'd you sleep?"

"I haven't slept that well in ages," he said, "What do you say we get something to eat together? My treat. Though, let me put my super suit on first. You never know when duty calls."

"Heh, sure. I could go for some grub." Logan sat up, yawning and scratching himself, and then got out of the bed to start dressing.

Hector easily slipped into his super suit and then slipped on his clothes. "So, did you have any particular place you wanted to go for breakfast?" he asked.

"Not really." Logan shrugged as he pulled his pants back on. "Usually just drop into the first diner I come across."

"Then let's hit the road and see what we can find, shall we? And how about I ride with you? I only save my bike for hero work," said Hector, "And don't worry, it can shrink."

"Huh. Neat bike you got. Gotta wonder what else it can do." Logan pulled his shirt and jacket on, then nodded to the younger man.

Hector smiled as they headed to the door, but he gave Logan one more kiss. "Come on," he said, "Let's grab some breakfast."

One corner of Logan's lips perked upward as he led the younger man out of the room. Once they checked out, they headed out to the parking lot.

Hector went over to his bike, and pressed a button and then it folded into itself forming a back pack. "Pretty neat, huh?" he asked smiling.

"Yeah." Logan nodded, mounting his own motorcycle and scooting forward to let Hector hop on behind him.

Hector slid in behind Logan hugging him and grinding his crotch against his new boyfriend.

"Hrmf..." The older man grunted, but didn't pull away. He revved his motorcycle, and off they went, flying down the road.

Hector held on smiling as he held onto Logan and it wasn't long till they found a diner.

They parked and went inside, quickly being taken to a table and given their menus. Logan grunted as he looked it over, trying to find the most filling thing the diner had.

Hector had his sights on his favorite bacon, eggs and toast.

Logan finally settled on a large plate of pancakes, bacon, and eggs. The waitress came and took their order, and in no time at all the pair were digging in.

"Mmm... Delicious," said Hector smiling. Just then, the diner TV was playing the news and mentioned sightings of a research facility and a recording of a giant man with claws.

"Hrm..." Logan's eyes narrowed when he caught sight of the man. He swallowed his bite, pushed his plate away, and stood up. "Wait here." The older man rifled through the pockets of his coat, and tossed a couple bills on the table. "Use that to pay. I'll be back in..." His eyes returned to the screen, noting the location of the research facility. "...An hour or two."

"No way," said Hector as he paid his bill, "Keep the change." He followed Logan outside. "What is it?" he asked.

"Not. Your. Problem." Logan's lips curled into a small snarl, a quiet growl rumbled in his throat.

Hector paused. But then stretched his arm to turn Logan around. "So what? I'm just gonna watch helplessly on the sidelines? I don't think so," he said.

Logan growled louder at the touch, glaring down at the younger man. When Hector only stared right back at him, unflinching, he huffed and looked away. "I told you, kid, it's not your problem to deal with. It's mine. And I don't want you to-" He stopped himself, stiffening just the slightest bit. "...I don't need you getting in my way. Got it?"

"I'm not trying to get in your way... I want to help you," said Hector as he cupped Logan's cheek, "Besides, two heads are better than one, remember?"

"...Hrm." Logan reached up to grasp Hector's hand, pulling it down and giving it a gentle squeeze. "...You're real goddamn persistent, aren't'cha?"

"And lovin' it," said Hector smirking as he revealed his super suit under his clothes.

The older man grunted. He sighed. At last, he gave Hector a crooked smile. "Alright. Come on." He turned, hopping onto his bike, and waited for Hector to climb on behind him before rocketing off.

Hector smiled as he got on board, but he secretly pressed a small tracker onto Logan's body.

When they arrived at their destination, Logan brought the motorcycle to a halt and lifted his head. Sniffed the air. Growled. "Yeah, I'd know that stink anywhere." He hopped off, still sniffing as he looked around; with a shunk, his claws extended from both hands. "Stay close."

Elastiguy was already suited up and had his mask on. "Don't worry," he said, "After what I saw on that TV, I'm counting on it... I take it you and this guy have a history?"

"You could say that." Logan snarled, but not at Hector; he'd noticed movement in the tree line, quickly approaching them.

Elastiguy noticed it and kept himself alert.

The movement stopped. Everything was still; dead silent. Logan only had time to whip around and raise his arms to defend himself as something burst from the tree line behind the pair with a loud, snarling roar. It slammed into the mutant man, locking hands with him in a muscle-straining struggle.

"Creed!"

Indeed, the 'thing' looked like a man; if he'd gone completely feral. Wild blond hair framed a face twisted in bestial fury, and his pronounced canines--about as large and jutting as Logan's--dripped with frothy saliva. And at every fingertip, a sharp and wicked metallic claw jutted out; smaller than Logan's trio of blades of each hand, but no less deadly.

"You're getting soft, Logan." 'Creed's' voice, too, was a rumbling, bass, bestial snarl. "A little slower, and I would've ripped your throat out..."

Elastiguy gasped as he saw two trees that were spread apart from each other. He stretched his arms out till he was in the middle. He looked at Creed and backed up with his arms stretching. When he was back far enough, He lifted his feet and sent himself flying like a slingshot and his boots collided into the giant man's face. Then he leaped off Creed before the mutant realized what hit him.

Creed flew backward with another snarl, quickly flipping himself around and hunching onto all fours. "What's this?" He looked to Elastiguy, eyes narrowing into slits of rage before darting back over to Logan. "Trying to get a pack going? You know Wolverines are solitary animals, Logan..."

"Shut the fuck up!" Logan snarled in return, moving himself between Hector and the feral man.

"Wonder how long it's gonna be before you get tired of him..." Creed smirked. "At least you'll have some fresh meat close at hand."

"I said shut up!" With a furious growl of his own, Logan leapt at Creed. The two rolled end over end on the ground, snapping and swiping at each other. Logan howled in pain as Creed's claws sunk into his side, and slammed his head forward to smash the feral man's nose with his forehead.

But then Elastiguy pounced on Creed's back and wrapped his arms around the bigger male's neck locking him in a choke-hold. But no matter how Sabertooth tried he just couldn't get the rubber hero off him.

Logan finally got a foot up and drove it into Creed's stomach, kicking him off so the mutant man could scrabble to his feet. He then retracted the claws in his right fist before giving that same spot a powerful punch, both that and Elastiguy's weight finally bringing the feral man to his knees.

Elastiguy recoiled his arms and legs panting. "Now what?" he asked looking at Logan.

Logan opened his mouth, but it was Creed who answered with a wheezing laugh. "Now it's time for the predator to devour the prey." He looked up at Logan, eyes glinting madly as he gave the other man a snarling grin. "Come on, Logan. Kill me. Or are you too soft for that, too...?" He coughed, spat, and let out another low, groaning chuckle. "You know what'll happen if you don't. I'll come back... and I won't show you the same mercy." His eyes flicked over towards Elastiguy. "Might let you watch while I scarf down your little pack-mate's entrails, though..."

Logan's eyes narrowed, and he let out a low growl as his claws extended once more.

"Fat chance, Fang-Face," said Elastiguy as he punched Creed hard in the jaw making him loose a tooth.

"Hrm." Logan's brow furrowed. "Actually... you know that group I told you about? Nightcrawler's and Beast's? Think they'd be able to keep this asshole out of trouble."

"You don't say?" asked Elastiguy, "Well, then... Anyway on how to reach them?"

"Yeah. But we're gonna have to keep this guy quiet for a while." He looked down to Creed. "Any ideas?"

Elastiguy thought and then smirked as he whispered into Logan's ear. Later, Creed found himself naked and tied down with his ass in the air.

"What the hell are you doing?!" The feral man snarled and growled, thrashing in his bindings. "Let me go, you damn-!"

"Not happening," said Elastiguy as he watched Logan pull out his cock.

"You want me to show you what kind of animal I am, huh...?" Logan moved up behind Creed, smacking his hard length right into the opened cleft of the feral man's ass. Creed actually yowled in surprise at the contact, and then groaned when he realized exactly what was grinding between his asscheeks and over his taut, puckering hole.

Elastiguy smirked as he leaned against a tree to watch Logan tame the Sabertooth.

"I'll rip your throat out...!" Creed thrashed and struggled. "I'll rip your damn eyes out! I'll-!"

"Quiet down, kitty." With a growl of his own, Wolverine pressed his cockhead to the feral man's hole and pushed. Prodded. Slammed forward, burying a good half of his length into Creed. The both of them howled as Logan immediately began to pump, working his cock in and out of the feral man's back passage.

"That's it, Logan," said Elastiguy, "Show him who's in charge."

In and then out. Harder and faster. Until Logan hilted completely, and began pounding with merciless abandon into Sabertooth's ass. The pair bucked and growled like a pair of rutting animals, wild and feral; and both Elastiguy and Logan noticed how Creed started to buck back against every thrust, and how the swinging length between his thighs started to stiffen while Logan kneaded the feral man's hairy pecs.

"I think he likes it," said Elastiguy grinning as he stretches one of his hands over to stroke Creed's cock.

Creed turned to glare at Elastiguy, snarling, but then yelped and whimpered when Logan gave his ass a firm, solid smack. "None of that. You just lay there and take it like a good bitch." Logan huffed. He grunted. He began to buck faster and harder into Creed.

"Yeah... Breed him like the alpha you are," said Elastiguy as he was stroking his cock as well as Creed's.

Creed couldn't protest anymore; not with Logan's cock pounding into him, and Elastiguy's hands pumping his own dribbling erection. Logan, meanwhile, let his thrusting turn into desperate slamming as he approached orgasm. Finally he threw his head back, hilted, and came deep inside the feral man.

Elastiguy moaned as he too came along with the other guys.

Creed collapsed into a boneless, groaning heap, only letting out another whimper when Logan pulled his cum-coated cock free of the feral man's well-bred depths. "Mmm... that's right. Who's the bigger beast now, huh?" He grinned at his own handiwork, and gave Creed's ass another smack just to see that gaping, cum-leaking hole flex and wink at him. He turned to Elastiguy with a more smoldering smile. "Wanna help with cleaning me off?"

He smiled and gave Logan a deep kiss. "Love to," he said as he knelt down and began sucking on Logan's cock.

"Mmm..." Logan moaned in bliss, feeling Elastiguy's lips wrapping around his cock. Suckling. Licking and slurping. Getting up all the cum and musk which coated the shaft. When Hector was done, Logan was the one to tug him up and into a deep, desperate, tongue-wrangling kiss.

"So... Is this the part where I say 'I told you so'?" he asked softly tracing a finger on Logan's chest.

Logan snorted. "Yeah, yeah." Then he smirked, and reached down to give Elastiguy's ass a squeeze. "Just remember that attitude of yours when you're the one getting rutted."

"Always," he said smirking, "So, when do you think Beast and Nightcrawler will get here?"

"Depends. Might be a little longer." Logan sighed, stretching and cracking his neck. "Don't know whether we should clean up a bit, or..."

"Why don't we wait on that. Besides, I don't think Creed will make it easy for us to put our guard down," said Elastiguy as he looked at the messy feral man.

Creed groaned, low and quiet, keeping his face down on the ground as his broken-in hole clenched and dribbled Logan's cum.

"True." Logan grunted, quickly tucking his cock away and zipping up his fly. "At least it'll be Beast and Nightcrawler coming to pick us up. Made sure to ask for them specifically."

"Oh, really?" asked Elastiguy with a smirk as they heard a jet coming towards them and it was the X-Men jet.

"Yup. And speak of the devils." Logan stretched and cracked his neck as he watched the jet land, the entry ramp descend, and a pair of blue, jump-suited figures make their way out.

"Nice to see you guys again," said Elastiguy as he walked over as he gave Beast a hug and Nightcrawler a high-five.

"Nice to see you, too!" Nightcrawler let out a laugh, slapping Elastiguy on the back. "Hope old Wolverine's not giving you too much trouble."

"Indeed." With a warm smile, almost paternal, Beast ruffled Elastiguy's hair. "You're far too good a kid to run with a brute like him."

"Says the guy who looks like he should be jacking off over a rose in a dark castle somewhere." Logan snorted, padding over to join the trio. "How've you guys been?"

"Same old same old." Beast shook Logan's hand. "And you?"

"Same, aside from the kid tagging along with me."

"And watching him breed Sabertooth over here," said Elastiguy pointing at a very humiliated Creed.

"Damn..." Both Nightcrawler and Beast stared at the sight, cheeks burning; and both Elastiguy and Logan could see the growing bulges in their jumpsuits. "Didn't know you, uh... w-were into that, Wolverine." The younger mutant cleared his throat.

"Hrm..." Logan smirked. "Into what? Guys...?"

"Are you...?" Beast lifted an eyebrow, looking from Logan to Elastiguy and back again.

"Yup." Shamelessly, Logan reached down to squeeze the bulge in his own crotch. Then he wrapped an arm around Elastiguy's waist, pulling the younger man against his side. "And Hector here tells me you guys are, too."

Beast and Nightcrawler shared a look, their blushing faces burning hotter, and then the older mutant nodded. "We are, yes."

"Well how about that..." Logan's smirk grew wider.

"So, after we drop Creed off to the authorities, how about some fun?" asked Elastiguy smiling kissing Logan lovingly.

"Sure!" Nightcrawler grinned, watching the pair. "Always kinda had the hots for old Wolverine, honestly."

"Oh, really?" Logan groaned softly, breaking the kiss with Hector to chuckle and look over to the younger mutant. "Thought you kinda had the hots for some of the girls back at the Academy."

"Well, uh..." Nightcrawler let out a sheepish chuckle. "Had to keep on the down low, you know?"

"Yeah," said Hector, "Hank? You interested in joining too? I've seen you work and trust me, you need a break."

"I'd very much like that, yes." Beast--Hank--gave Logan and Hector a smirk of his own. "I've been missing you just as much as Kurt has. And I'll admit, I've been... thinking... about Logan here, too."

"Well, then." Logan let out a rumbling laugh; a growl of arousal. "How about you and Kurt over there tell me what you've been thinking about me on our way back to the Academy, huh?"

After they dropped Creed off at the police station, they returned to the mansion, the main headquarters of the X-Men.

"Heh, I really did kinda miss this place." Logan looked around as he and Hector were led through the halls by Hank and Kurt. He could hear a few of the mutant students whispering at the sight of him and the hero, but ignored it.

"Everyone's been missing you, too. You've certainly left quite an impression." Hank chuckled, tipping Logan a wink.

"And I guess there's no point in me keeping my mask on... Or is there?" asked Hector, who was still in his super suit.

"Heh, not really." Kurt grinned, tail lashing. "We don't really care about secret identities when we're here. Go on 'n take it off, Hector."

Elastiguy sighed as he removed his mask. "Thanks, Kurt," he said as the four of them were alone and Hector started kissing Kurt deeply

"Mmm..." Kurt's tail lashed as he pushed into the kiss, feeling up and down Hector's sides. "Haaah... eager for it, huh?"

"Why don't you boys get yourselves comfortable?" Hank smirked, leaning in close against Logan. The pair of older mutants were watching the younger men, eyes wandering up and down Kurt's and Hector's bodies as they pressed together. The bestial, blue-furred man glanced to Logan, made a show of sniffing the air, and smirked. "You're getting aroused."

Logan sniffed as well, looked downward, and grinned at the tent in Hank's jumpsuit. “So 're you."

Hector smirked. When he and Kurt were at the bed, Hector stretched his arms out and pulled Logan's pants down.

"Oh my..." Hank looked over Logan's hairy crotch with keen interest, sniffing the air more fervently now that the other man's musk has been released. "You're quite big."

"Thanks." Logan grunted, pulling his shirt off and leaving himself completely naked. He grinned to Hector." Wanna do the same for Hank here?"

Hector smirked as he stretched over and pulled the pants and underwear all the way down as well as slapping Beast's butt.

"Mngh..." Hank's eyes fluttered at the smack; and then he gasped and let out a long, low groan as Logan kneeled down behind him, grabbed those firm and furry cheeks, and pressed his nose into the cleft between them to take a deep whiff. "E-eager, are you...?"

"Mmmn..." Logan sniffed, slow and deep, breathing in the musk of Beast's ass. "Yeah. You complaining?"

"N-no..." Hank huffed, rocking back to grind his pert rump onto Logan's stubbled face. "Not as long as you let me return the favor..."

"Any time, anywhere, Hank." Logan chuckled.

"I really missed you guys," said Hector as he and Kurt stripped and kept on kissing each other.

"And we missed you." Kurt kissed Hector in return; and as soon as they were both naked, he reached around to grab one of the other young man's smooth buttcheeks. "Especially this sweet ass of yours." He chuckled, and gave Hector a flirtatious wink.

Hector smirked as he turned around and presented his hole to Kurt.

"Mm..." The younger mutant grasped onto Hector's asscheeks, spreading them wide open so he could dive face-first into the cleft between them. Sniffing slow and deep, much like Logan. Snuffling up and down the trench from the hole to the pit just behind the other young man's balls. Dragging and swirling his tongue all around, licking and lapping and slurping on Hector's taint and pucker.

"Mmngh..." Logan did the same with Beast, spreading those taut, furry cheeks open to tongue-fuck the other older mutant's hole. Hank groaned and panted, bucking back against Logan's intimate affections.

Hector moaned as he felt Kurt rim him and his cock was growing hard and leaking pre. He stretched his head over to Hank kissing him deeply.

Hank was eager to return the kiss, groaning and panting with every flick and delve of Logan's tongue into his back passage. Eventually, he and Kurt moved up into a musk-flavored kiss of their own as they ground their cocks against the pair's asses.

Hector stretched his neck so that he and Logan were kissing deeply and then he, Logan, and Kurt were kissing.

Kurt and Logan pushed forward, quickly hilting inside of Hector and Hank respectively. Neither of them wasted any time starting to hump, to thrust, to work in and out of their partner's clenching holes. Hank moaned at the penetration, blushing and panting, but his cock was just as hard as Hector's as it bounced and swung underneath him.

It didn't go unnoticed as the moaning Hector stretched his head down to suck on Beast's cock.

"Mmm!" Hank gasped and moaned in pleasure, bucking into Hector's mouth. "Real... eager, hm...?"

"Yeah..." Kurt chuckled, giving Hector's ass a gentle, but firm smack as he continued to pound away. "Forgot he could do that..."

"Heh..." Logan looked down to Hector, cheeks burning as he grinned. "Think the kid's gonna love doing this more often?"

"Mm... will you?"

Logan growled with lust as he nibbled along Hank's shoulder and nape, answering. "Hell yes..."

"Mmmhmmm," replied a muffled Hector, who was too busy sucking on Hank's cock and was almost close to climax.

The other three were quickly approaching orgasm as well, Kurt and Logan from the feeling of hot, tight flesh squeezing and suckling on their cocks, and Hank from both the pounding against his prostate and Hector's working tongue. The older blue-furred mutant was the first to tumble over the edge, throwing his head back and howling as he shot his load down the younger man's throat.

Hector did his best to gulp down all of Hank's seed, but some of it splattered onto his face. He pulled his head back panting and moaned as he felt his cum erupt.

Kurt was the next to go, groaning in bliss as Hector's ass squeezed down around his cumming cock. The Logan erupted, howling out his orgasm as he slammed to the hilt inside of Hank.

All four males panted as they curled up next to each other and Hector stretched an arm and his neck over to Logan hugging him and kissing him deeply. "I love you," he said softly.

"Hrm..." Logan blushed; and when he saw Kurt grinning, and Hank giving him an encouraging smile, he let out a quiet sigh. "Love you, too, kid."

Hector smiled as he felt Kurt pull out slowly and the stretchy hero slipped into Logan's embrace and then felt Hank hug them both.

"Mm, I wonder... Kurt and I are... open in our relationship..." He smiled down to the younger mutant as Kurt cuddled up on his other side. "Would you like to do this... more often? Perhaps make it into a regular thing...?"

"I'd be up for it." Logan nodded, settling against Beast's large, furry chest. "How 'bout you, Hector?"

"I say, why wait?" he chuckled as he pulled Kurt into his arms.

"That's the spirit!" Kurt laughed, kissing Hector and then Logan in turn. The it was Hank's turn to kiss all three of them, all four quickly moving into a sloppy, tongue-wrangling, four-way make-out session.

And this kept on for weeks and then months. Logan never went off on his own much and both he and Hector had become very close. One night, Hector was brought outside by Logan, who had a special question to ask him.

"Listen, kid..." He kept his gaze turned away, but still held Hector's hand tightly. "This isn't easy for me, but... You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. So I wanted to ask... Do you wanna make this thing we got, you know..." His free hand rubbed the back of his head. "...Official?"

Hector looked up and smiled. "Logan... I thought you would never ask," he said, "Yes... Yes, I do."

Logan pulled Hector in close, giving the younger man a deep, loving kiss.

"So... Did you by any chance bring a ring with you?" asked Hector softly.

"But of course." With a smirk, Logan reached into his back pocket for a ring box. He opened it up, showing Hector the golden band.

Hector covered his mouth as he gasp and tears of joy rolled down his face. He slipped the golden band on and kissed Logan deeply. "I love you, Wolverine," he said softly.

"I love you, too, Elastiguy." Logan laughed, and pressed into the kiss as he held his boyfriend--his fiance--close and tight.

It wasn't long till a few months later, the two of them were married and both Cyclops and Jean were happy to see that Logan had found true love again.

And they lived happily ever after.

The End