Date: Sun, 2 Dec 2001 14:51:02 -0800 (PST) From: jay Subject: Dreaming of Scott/part1 Part 1 of Dreaming of Scott Ok this is just a story, fictitious characters, none of them my own creation, they're all owned by Marvel Comics. NC-17 You know, everyone puts disclaimers on their writing, I guess it's a rule so if you are under 18 then don't read this (if there's a possibility that you could get caught) otherwise have fun with it. This is my first Marvel story so bare with me! He doesn't remember his past, sometimes doesn't even care if he ever will. All he knew is that he had to keep moving, fighting to get enough money for something to eat and maybe a night or two in a motel along the road. That's all he knew until he met up with the X-Men and more importantly Scott Summers. They had started out despising each other because of Jean Grey Scott's girlfriend. Logan had only started in on Scott about her because he could smell that it made Scott angry. He hadn't known why he loved getting Scott angry but it caused something in him he didn't know to start to show out. Only after Logan had become an X-man and was sent back north to search for remnants of his past did he know why. One night while he was out on the prowl, Logan now Wolverine, for no apparent reason started thinking about Scott, his hair his clothes but more importantly his smell. Scott smelled like apples, apples and sweat. God, how he had just wanted to fuck the little prick! Thinking of this got Logan horny as hell and no amount of rubbing he did could get rid of it, so after he finished his search for the night he when back to the hotel on the motorcycle he "barrowed" from the school to freshen up, changed his clothing, and stopped off at a bar to look for someone to spend his evening with. In the corner he saw a pretty skinny teenage girl with big breasts, at the counter there was a man who looked like a stereotypical lumberjack. Logan decided that tonight he would take a man instead of a girl so he sat at the bar and ordered a drink. "Hey, I'm John, how's your night been?" The lumberjack said thrusting out a hand "Its been great but you know...it could get better" Logan said, a bit out of character but hell he'd do anything to get his rocks off tonight, taking his hand and squeezing with the last part of his sentence. The huge man just smiled and laughed but showed a deep urgency in his eyes. Almost instantly Logan could smell Johns arousal and decided that instead of dawdling around the bar that they should just go and fuck in his truck and then part. He stood up and after making sure that no one was looking, spoke directly into John's ear. "I have a truck out in the lot right now, if you want to fuck then follow me out in a few minutes. The doors will be unlocked and I'll be waiting. If you aren't out in five minutes then I'm leaving." He said as he licked John's ear once and headed out to his truck. Logan didn't have to wait very long. John came out and got into the back of the truck with him. There were no words, there was just sloppy kisses, clothing being shed and then warm, wet sex. John had an incredible body, one that anyone would have been happy to have He was tall with dark hair and blue eyes, hairy all over, he had the cutest lips that just looked like they wanted to be kissed and licked. Logan (after ripping John's boxers off) took his nice dick in hand and looked at it. It was impressive smaller then his but still impressive. It was at least 8 inches long, thick and uncut. Logan took his own monster out and shoved it into John's mouth as he sank down and impaled his face on the only other dick in the truck. It tasted sweat. John had a nice scent. It...it smelled like Scott! Logan closed his eyes and imagined that he had just ripped Scott's clothing off and was in the best 69 he had ever experienced. This got him overly excited and he shot into John's mouth bringing him back to reality. John looked up and started to eat off as Logan got some lube out of the glove box. "What's that for?" John said innocently. "Its for your ass John, I'm going to fuck you into the floor...do you have a problem with that?" Logan said snarling as he imagined John was Scott. "But I don't do..."his voice caught in his neck as Logan growled at him as if he had just changed over into a wolverine. John was quiet as Logan got his ass ready for the fuck of a lifetime. "Are You Ready?" he asked making it sound like more of a statement then an actual question. "Yes" was all John could say as Logan began to thrust into him, long, deep, hard, forceful thrusts. Logan entered into that dark damp sweaty place he loved to be. There he could just let go and instinct would take over and usher him into blissful pleasure. Here he didn't have a care in the world. Then something invaded his bliss...it was a thought of Scott. "Scott what am I thinking about Scott for?" He thought as his orgasm began to build in his strong loins. He tried to dismiss the thought of Scott as he enjoyed this few minutes of heaven but couldn't force the thought from his head. He came and kicked the guy out after finishing him off and headed back to the hotel where he slept fitfully for the rest of the night dreaming of who else but...Scott. In the morning he awoke and he knew that the only thing he could do was return to the mansion and face Scott. This was so sudden, "Why am I doing this to myself?" he thought as he loaded the motorcycle into the back of his truck. Back at the school "Welcome back Logan did all go we..."Ororo said opening the door but was interrupted as Logan brushed past her swiftly. "Where is Scott?" Logan said with urgency in his voice. "He's in the danger room, but what's wron..."Cut off again as Logan left the room. Logan went through the mansion quickly heading down to the bottom floor to get to the danger room. Cyclops was in the middle of a training exercise when Logan burst through the door. "What's the meaning of this? Why did you come in here and interrupt me?" Scott said crossly. "Shut up!" Logan said coming closer to him. "What are you doing?" He said as he was enveloped in Logan' strong arms. "I said shut up" Logan said again. He began to smell Scott, that same apple mixed with sweat smell that turned him on. He smelt apprehension, confusion, fear, but more importantly he smelt Scott's arousal. Logan leaned forward and planted his lips right on Scott's mouth. -The end I am quite sure there will be a sequel so just wait for it. Comments questions flames anything just e-mail me morpheus490@yahoo.com