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Part 32
Theron breathed in the scent of his mate and... well, his soon to be mate and smiled to himself. They were both fast asleep. Getting up slowly, Theron tried not to wake either of them up and to sneak out to cook.
Huffing and whining a little at his departure, Logan curled around Remy and settled down again. A tiny patch of sun hit Remy in the eye and he stirred, mumbling and growling a little. He didn't want to wake up... he still felt so tired. Muttering something, Logan slowly came out of sleep, all other senses awake before his eyes opened.
"Mmmmm...." Remy mumbled, noting that Logan was coming to awareness behind him. That was an odd feeling. It was like he was waking up fully.
“How ya doin’?” Logan sleepily mumbled, cozy in his bed.
"I'm fine, cher," he said reaching back to ruffled Logan's hair. "Mornin'...."
“Sleep well?” He knew Creed and he could really smoosh and mash in their sleep.
"Yeah," he smiled. Remy noticed a moment later that Theron was not in the room. "Logan...?" Remy asked.
“Yeah?”
"You remember... when y' said dat I should be selfish sometime....?"
“Mmhmm?”
"Can I still be?" he asked.
Smirking, Logan said, “Yeah.”
Remy sighed heavily and snuggled further into Logan. "Kay... Thanks, cher."
“Why? Ya thought there was some sort a limit?”
Remy chuckled to himself. "Oui. Tought dere mighta been," he admitted.
“Whaddya mean?”
"Don' know 'xactly.... jus' wantin' t' make sure... dat we're okay—y' know?" he said with worry tingeing his voice.
Kissing Remy’s neck, Logan said, “Course we're okay, Remy... Why wouldn't we be?”
"Theron...." Remy whispered a little guiltily.
Stroking him, Logan lifted himself up on his elbow to get a better look at Remy. “I'm not readin' ya, Remy... Ya think I'd be mad at ya cause a somethin’ with Theron?”
Remy nodded, shyly. "I know it's stupid, cher... f'get I said anythin'."
“Nah... it ain't stupid... This whole thing is confusin’...” and he kissed Remy’s temple. Remy smiled and kissed Logan's lips. Gently, Logan asked, “Got plans fer the day?”
"Takin' Mark out. Gon' go int' New York City an' show 'im 'roun'...."
Smiling, Logan said, “Go see Naked Boys Singing. I think he'd like that.”
"Uh... okay. I'll take 'im," Remy smirked. "But you better not complain when I come home all hot n' bodered because of it."
Chuckling, Logan said, “No, don't think I'd be complainin’ about that....” Nipping Remy’s ear, Logan said, “Might buy ya season tickets, though.”
Remy laughed and Theron called back to the two of them, "Hey you guys up?" from the kitchen.
“Yeah! What're ya doin’?”
"What does it smell like I'm doin'?!" he called indignantly.
Grinning, Logan said, “Regular Martha Stewart, that one...”
"Y' jus' tamin' animals left an' right, cher," Remy winked.
“You weren't ever uncivilized, Remy.”
"Mmm... not when y' knew me. When I was a pup—y' better believe I was." He had grown up on the streets of New Orleans after all.
“Everyone's a monster when they're a pup.”
"Yeah, yeah," Remy waved at him and curled up tighter. He was hungry, he admitted, but he didn't want to leave the nice warm bed!
Hearing Remy’s stomach growl, Logan smiled. “I'll get ya breakfast in bed, darlin’...” and he started to wiggle out from the covers. Snuggling into the warm spot where Logan used to be, Remy worried a little bit about things to come, but he was assured that everything would actually be okay. It would!
Padding buck naked into the kitchen, Logan took a quick bite at Creed's arm. “Hey.”
Theron looked at Logan as he came in and bit his arm. "Hey. How's the kid? Any regrets about last night?" he asked. He was couching it in language that asked if Remy had regrets, but he was also asking Logan if he had any regrets about it.
“Nah... He's just nervous an' careful bout this new thing...” Tucking himself under Theron’s arm, Logan rested his head against his chest. “Told him I'd bring him breakfast in bed.”
"It's almost ready. What about you?" he asked, figuring he would have to be more direct about it.
Not hip to the subtext Theron was using, Logan said, “Well, I was supposin' we'd all eat in bed like last night.”
Giving him a sideways grimace, Theron said, "Logan—I meant, do you have any regrets about last night?"
“Oh! Oh... No. I don't. Do you?”
Theron smiled at that. "No. No, I don't either." He finished with the eggs and bacon, put them on plates and handed two to Logan. Walking out of the kitchen, Theron went into the bedroom and sat on what he assumed was his side of the bed now and started eating. "Hey, kid," he greeted Remy as he sat.
"Not a kid, so don' call me dat, Theron," he growled.
Giving Remy his plate, Logan said, “Lighten up, darlin', we know yer no kid...” Logan kissed his neck. “We're just old dogs tryin' ta learn new tricks...” He noted to himself that he called Creed ‘Creed’ when he wasn’t thinking about it.
Remy smiled at the image of Logan and Theron as two crotchety old dogs with canes trying to balance on a ball or jump through a hoop with bad hips. Giggling to himself, he tried to push the thought from his mind, but he bet Logan got a good portion of the mirth down the link. Clearing his throat, he tried to look at the plate Logan brought him.
Snorting at Remy, Logan said, “What?” He could tell he was snickering at him.
"Nothin', Logan. Nothin'." Remy chuckled and ate the plate Logan handed him, ignoring the ‘old’ comment. He really just couldn't see Logan as old. Then maybe it was just his fear of death, but he didn't have to deal with that for a long while.... er... he would when he was carrying the baby, but that would be worth the worry. Finishing up, pretty quickly, Remy got up and showered so he could go and see how Mark was doing.
Looking at Creed, Logan asked, “What're we gonna do while Remy 'n Mark paint the town red?
"We could stalk 'em ta make sure they don't get inta any trouble," Theron said while Remy was in the shower. "Use all them old spy skills," he winked.
Snorting, Logan said, “That actually sound fun ta you?”
"Only if the Cajun didn't know, but he can catch a tail just as good as any pro. Wouldn't be fun after he found out," Theron shrugged. "I dunno... you wanna see if... if maybe the X-Men...need any help with anythin'...?" he asked, very shyly for Creed.
Looking over at him, Logan smiled, thinking it was adorable when he was shy. “You wanna help the X-Men.”
Theron knew it was a stupid idea from the start, but he had been thinking about what Logan said about proving himself to them.... "Goddamnit, nevermind!" Theron said and actually stormed out of the house. If Logan wasn't going to believe that he really wanted to change and be a productive part of his life, then he wasn't going to stick around and take the disbelief in his voice; it hurt too much. He huffed and paced on the porch.
Throwing his hands up, Logan flopped back on the bed... And he thought Remy was going to be the oversensitive one, not Theron... He got up, and did the dishes and then made the bed.
Remy came out of the shower and kissed Logan on his way by. He assumed Theron was in the kitchen or something. "I'll see you tonight, cher," he smiled brightly and took off.
Softly, Logan said, “Love you...” standing still in the bedroom, heavy hearted before he went to the shower and slowly crawled inside. Scrubbing himself slowly, Logan took his time, enjoying the shower.
Theron wanted a smoke and when Remy passed him on the porch, he stopped him. "Hey, Remy, ya got any smokes?" Pausing, Remy thought that he had been generally stopping, especially since he was preparing his body for the upcoming ordeal.
"Dey're inside in m' top dresser, Therr. Y' can have 'em."
"Don't tell me the runt gotcha ta quit?" he asked disbelieving.
"Oui... Logan got me ta quit...but I was nudgin' him toward quittin' too," he winked before he started down the stairs, but he stopped himself. Theron seemed upset.
"Everythin' all right, Therr?" he asked concerned.
"Don't worry about it, kid. I'll be fine. Logan’s just pissin' me off," he grumbled.
"I'm sure he didn' mean it, Therr...." Remy had noted that their relationship was... rougher than his relationship with Remy. Probably because the only memories that Logan had of him were of them fighting.
"I ain't so sure he didn't," Theron growled.
"Therr, ya gotta remember dat Logan only remembers you as Victor Creed. He don' remember times when y' loved him and were nice t' him. I think... y' might wanna take de time ta make new memories wid him like dat...." Remy grimaced, hoping that he didn't sound stupid.
Getting out of the shower, Logan put clean clothes on, and went downstairs.
Kicking himself for being so stupid, Theron nodded. "Thanks, Remy," he said and went back inside to apologize to Logan. He found Logan coming out of the room and looked at him. "Sorry, Logan... I think I...over-reacted...."
Looking at him over his shoulder a little, Logan swallowed. “Theron, some times I just can't read ya fer shit an' it kinda scares me.”
Looking at the floor, Theron said, "I'm sorry, Logan." What was he supposed to do about that? He didn't know how to tell Logan—hey, this is how I am when I'm happy, this is how I am when I’m sad and this other thing over here—that's how I am when I wanna tumble. He kind of wished that he had that damned empathy again... but Remy had given him a severe right cross the last time he brought that up. His relationship with Logan was just going to be a lot more difficult than Remy's.
Nodding, Logan said, “I'm sorry, too...” and he leaned back against the counter. “Sometimes I think I've known ya ferever but then I just think.... We've only been with each other like this fer a couple a weeks...”
"Ya've only been with Remy fer a couple a weeks more than that, Logan." How come your relationship with him is just breezy...? Maybe it was because he was still a little bit insane that his relationship was so much more difficult?
“Yeah, an' I've known ‘im years before that... I've known how he moves an’ how he talks an’ what he means. We've been friends. You an' I haven't been friendly in some time...”
"Yeah, that's what the kid told me just now," he recalled out loud.
Logan looked up. “Remy talked ta you about it?”
"Yeah. He... he always seems ta know what's goin' on with ya," he said jealously, although he didn't know why he mentioned it. "He just pointed out that I had been a dick to ya an'... he said I should start bein' nice...."
“Ya are bein' nice, that’s not the point... Point is I just don't unnerstand ya half the time...
"I dunno, Logan... should I talk to ya more about what I'm thinkin'?" he asked. Would that help?
“Yeah. That'd be nice. Instead a ya just stormin’ off like a woman.”
Theron growled at Logan. Stepping up to Logan, Theron rumbled, "Remarks like that—piss me off," bending over to put his face in Logan’s. He glared at him hard, although there was a glimmer of something playful in the back of his eyes. He could just show Logan how much of a woman he wasn't.
Baring his teeth at him a little, Logan didn’t back down. “An’ what’re you gonna do about it?”
"My first instinct is ta throw ya on that couch an' fuck ya senseless."
“An’ what if I fight cha?”
Theron growled, the playfulness fading. He would never want to hurt Logan again, but he was miffed still and he needed an outlet. He ground his teeth together searching for the right answer... not knowing what it was. The gears in his brain were obviously stalling at that one.
Leaning up, Logan pressed a kiss into his lips, saying again, in a far more sultry voice, “What if I fought ya?”
That still didn't make sense. "Play fightin' or... real fightin'?" he asked, looking in Logan's eyes. Was Logan trying to trick him into saying he wouldn’t care?
Looping his arms around Theron’s neck, Logan kissed him again, deeper this time. “Play...” and he turned to make a dash for the woods.
Theron smiled and rushed after Logan into the woods intent on dragging him down and making love in the new grass. Logan was pretty damn spritely when he wanted to be, leaping over fallen trees and rocks, taking him far from the mansion.
Theron pursued his lover like a mix between tag and hunting, keeping his scent in his nostrils and only losing sight of him for moments at a time as he chased closely after him.
Really getting off on this, Logan ran downstream in a shallow river, doubling back to throw Theron off.
Damn, Logan looked good when he ran, Theron thought as he watched Logan's muscles move under his clothing, and he wanted to see them moving under his skin. When he lost sight and smell of Logan, he had to resort to his knowledge of how the runt thought and back tracked keeping his nose sharp and his eyes peeled.
Damn, Theron was good; Logan could hear him crashing around behind, and he started in a new direction, taking to the trees. Logan was faster than Therr and he hoped that he was more agile.
Theron thought this was supposed to be a fight, not a hunt... although, there was small difference and he smiled at the thought as he ran looking for where Logan was. He heard a small movement and a creaking of wood in the branches above and to his left, so he ran after the sound and hoped to catch a whiff of Logan.
Landing, Logan turned to look for him... and couldn’t see him anywhere. He waited a little, hoping to hear him or catch a scent of him. Theron snuck up on Logan from behind, staying low to the ground and down wind. He was as silent as he could be and hoped that his movements were rustles with he wind as opposed to when the wind was still. Pouncing at him Theron actually jumped fully on Logan, though he did catch some of his weight on the impact with the ground.
Becoming aware of him just a second too late, Logan slammed into the ground with him, snarling, tearing into him with his nails, but not bringing out the claws. Theron noted the scratches only peripherally as he bit into Logan’s neck, far less hard than he would have if he were trying to hurt him, but with enough force to break the skin slightly.
Growling, Logan bit back, giving him more superficial scratches and pushing Theron off of him before leaping on him again, snarling and bloody. That this was playful was really turning Theron on and when Logan was on top of him, growling at him, he thrust up into Logan's hips, rubbing his hardness to him.
Going still at that, Logan then started batting him around a bit more... if he wanted to fuck Logan, Theron was going to have to really fight for it. Roaring, Theron grabbed Logan by the wrists and flipped him underneath him, then took both his wrists in one huge hand, keeping them where they were. Theron was just so much bigger than Logan and his two wrists fit under Theron's hand with ease.
Lashing out with his legs, Logan acknowledged that even trapped like this he could probably do Theron some serious damage if he was using his claws, but he had already decided they wouldn’t be part of this game.
Controlling Logan's legs with his own, Theron started working at Logan's jeans, not wanting to demolish them since they would have to go back at some point, but he was rough in his handling of the fabric. Ripping them off of him, Theron was less gentle with his underwear and sliced through it.
“GAH!!! My smiley face shorts!!” This is war, and he managed to kick Theron off of him, coming at him like a ball of boxer-loving mayhem.
Theron grabbed Logan as much as he could, but those flailing limbs were giving him a few good bashes. Balling his fists, he decided to start punching back and he threw a kick in there too trying to get Logan back on the ground.
Landing on his back again, winded, Logan had almost torn Creed's shirt to threads. Grabbing what was left of it Logan pulled him on top of him and brought him into a crushing kiss. “Beginnin' ta think ya don't really want me...” and he grinned, totally joking with him, giving him hell.
Growling, Theron didn't feel like letting Logan talk any more and crushed his mouth against Logan's, biting his lips as his hands traveled him, groping his ass, and watching his claws less than he normally did.
Feeling the wounds, Logan loved it, and arched up into him, kissing back, biting back, and he started struggling with Theron’s jeans. Theron let Logan struggle with them and kicked them off when he could. He was concentrating on Logan's bloody neck; lapping at the red trail was getting him so hard.
Pushing Theron’s jeans off, Logan raked his nails down his back, snarling and biting back, making Theron pretty bloody as well. He licked his ears.
"Grrrrrr....." Theron purred and bucked his hips involuntarily into Logan when Logan’s nails slid down his back. Starting to wriggle out from underneath him, Logan wanted to see how hard he would fight to have him.
Theron felt Logan struggling and frustratedly flopped his weight onto Logan's chest. Logan was going to have a hard time getting him off. With Logan trapped under him, Theron ground into Logan’s hips, noting how hard Logan was. He cursed not having anything to ease his way and he couldn't even use his fingers.
Using his hips to get the leverage he needed to weasel away a little more, Logan pulled on a tree root to get out from under him.
Trapping those weasel hands, Theron knelt with his knees on Logan's hands—trapping them and leaned down to lap at Logan's cock, then down his perineum, then he pulled his legs apart controlling them with his hands, pulling them tight to his body so he could lick at Logan's puckered hole.
Logan went lax at that, stopping his struggle. Letting out a soft growl, Logan tried to bite at Theron however he could, and eventually gave up. Slicking Logan's entrance up, Theron’s tongue probed him deeply and he felt Logan cease to struggle and felt like he had won internally. He was prepared for a struggle though, so he didn’t' change his position until he was ready to fuck Logan senseless.
Weakly, Logan attempted an escape again by pushing against his shoulder with his foot, but when he realized Theron had better access and could go deeper with his legs like that, he just left them there and trembled. “Theron... ... Ghhrgnnn....”
Logan calling him ‘Theron’ just undid him every time. He knew that he'd been calling him Theron consistently... or mostly consistently for a week now, but he was still not used to it and was flattered that he used his name. Not wanting to lose his advantage, Theron pressed his tongue into Logan particularly far and then hopped off him to position himself such that he could enter Logan. He kissed him, still holding his wrists above his head and keeping his weight on Logan' center so he couldn’t' move easily.
Logan wouldn't deny him now, but he bit Theron’s bottom lip enough to make it bleed, then snarled against his mouth and ran his feet down the outsides of Theron’s legs.
Theron growled at Logan, and loved the taste of his blood in the kiss. He wasn’t going to be particularly gentle with Logan because he didn’t think he wanted it that way right now and he slid into Logan, slicked only by sweat and saliva.
Snarling, Logan gnashed his teeth together, able to feel himself tearing around Theron and he panted harshly then finally relaxed when he felt himself healing around Theron’s cock. “Aggahh... Gahh....” Theron rocked his hips into Logan when it felt like he was okay. He didn’t know whether he should ask him if he were okay or not, but decided that since he knew Logan would heal from it easily and that they had run into the same thing thousands of times before, that he wouldn’t ask. Instead he tried to make it good for Logan and concentrated on moving in him smoothly, aiming for the little nub inside him.
Grunting with each of his thrusts, Logan’s head was tilted back, watching the sky and the branches and the leaves... he cradled his lover with his legs and trembled, losing track of time and space when Theron struck deep in him. He managed to growl, “Theron....”
Gods, Logan, you feel so good, Theron thought to himself as he rocked into Logan. He wanted to stay there forever. Relaxedly, he thrust into Logan, enjoying the feel of him, but not in a rush to climax, and Logan didn't seem to be either. He listened to the forest around him and got lost in the feelings of Logan below him and forgot about X-Men or Cajuns or anything that had happened in the last five hundred years, and he was just with Logan, making love in a peaceful forest.
Having the same experience as Theron, Logan ran his hands over Theron’s back, pulling him down into a series of kisses, and muttered his name over and over, until it just sounded like a series of mottled murmurs. Lifting into Theron’s thrusts Logan concentrated on each one.
"Locrus...." he murmured into his ear then started playing with his nipples and kissing him.
“Little harder, lover...” he moaned and sunk his fingers in the long, blonde hair, starting to comb through it, pulling on it a little. Obliging his lover, Theron moved in Logan just a touch harder and deeper, but not any faster. That was really nice, and he smirked as he enjoyed the increase in pleasure.
Growling because that was just the spot, Logan buried his face in Theron’s neck, huffing harshly and reached down to fondle his butt while Theron fucked him.
"Mmm..." Theron purred and pounded Logan just a little harder still, with the steady rhythm he had before.
Snarling, “Over, Theron...Turn me over...” Logan wanted it from behind. Letting up, Theron rolled Logan over and let him stay on his hands and knees if he wanted to, but eased back into the heat of his body, loving the way he just slipped back in.
Smiling broadly, Logan almost chuckled at the pleasure and ease of it and trembled and lifted himself into Theron’s body. “Yes... Feels so good….”
Purring, Theron rammed into Logan and ran his hands along his sides, played with his nipples again with one hand and squeezed his cock with the other. Jerking and clenching, Logan really liked that. “GRRAGGH!” He straightened up so he was in Theron’s lap, and reached behind him to sink his hands in Theron’s hair, grinding down on his cock.
"<Yes!!!>" Theron whispered in Greek.
Keeping Theron’s arms tight around him, Logan rocked with him. “<My strong, beautiful hunter...>” Then he snarled. “<You've caught me....>”
Logan's words poured over Theron like honey and felt like a drug. "Aahhrrrgghhhh!!!!" Theron shouted as he came into Logan's ass.
Body so in tune with Theron’s, it felt like when he came, that it was time for Logan to come, too, and he spurted onto the forest floor. The feeling of Logan clenching around him was like heaven in the throes of his climax and he clutched Logan to him hard. He couldn’t believe how magical that felt, coming in time with Logan.
Trembling, Logan needed Theron’s support. His muscles were like jelly and folding his arms around Theron’s, Logan leaned back against his shoulder, panting. Theron's hold became caresses along Logan's body as he faded inside him, but remained clutched in that wet heat. A little dizzy, Theron still maintained his balance for the both of them.
"<Locrus, how is it that you feel so wonderful?>" he asked in Greek.
Leaning back to nuzzle his lips against whatever he could reach of him, Logan stroked Theron’s arms. “<Love you.... Theron..... Love you....>” he whispered, a little stupid from the sex.
The question was slightly rhetorical, so Theron wasn't upset that Logan didn’t exactly answer him. "<I love you, Locrus,>" he responded and caressed up Logan's chest to brush his nipples.
Staying in Theron’s lap for sometime, just breathing in the scent of him and the woods and the sex, Logan groaned in pleasure. Theron didn't want to move ever again because for an instant, he knew the world beyond them again and he banished it forcibly from his mind, not wanting to acknowledge that there was a world out there that was causing them problems. He tried to get lost in the smell of Logan and the surrounding woods, which was far too easy to do. He let go and felt the ground beneath him and the cool breeze across his skin contrasting the hot body against his chest.
Smiling broadly, Logan started chuckling, stroking Theron’s arms, and he reached back again and stroked his shoulders, and pulled on his hair a little.
"<What's humorous, Locrus?>" Theron asked in his ear, hoping he would share his view of the world that made him laugh.
Shrugging a little, Logan said, “<This is just good.... This is just really good….>” Not that anything was funny, just sweet.
"<Yeah,>" Theron agreed, hugging Logan to him. Yeah, it was really, really good.
Sighing a little, Logan said, “I'm bein' a lousy teacher... We should be... planning lessons plans and... planning... stuff....”
Oh right... teaching.... Theron could get behind letting Logan go to go and do something with him like that. "Then let's go read more o' that history book o' yours. It's actually really fun ta read that." Theron was having a time remembering all of the things that happened to them during the Roman Empire.
Easing out of his lover's body, Theron caressed Logan. He wondered what they would read about. Thus far most of the facts in the book had been right, if a little skewed. He had yet to blatantly laugh at the material presented and that was saying something for the book. Scott had chosen it well.
Flopping back, Logan wanted to laze around there all day with him. “Ya remember any juicy details 'bout... the Roman Empire?”
"Well... ya might wanna point out ta yer kids that when the book says they conquered places, it meant they sent soldiers out ta loot a place and left a few guys behind ta threaten the locals when they went home."
Chuckling, Logan said, “We ever any a’ those guys?”
"Yeah. Yeah we were. Was a really good deal fer the soldiers. We stayed behind in a few places, but only until real government officials moved in, then we moved on ta the next place."
“We coulda’ ruled the world if we wanted ta....”
"No doubt about it... but I just wanted ta be with you." Theron admitted that he had been pretty distracted and that he realized world domination would take a great deal of their time. "Wouldda been a big hassle, if ya ask me."
Logan smiled. “Probably.”
In a vintage clothing store near where he was moving, Piotr checked out the wares, wanting something sexy for clubbing... if he ever got up the guts to go again.... He was still wearing his eye patch.
Mark walked with Remy, talking to him about his time in 'the real world' as he kept calling it where he had to live on his own. He had actually done it for a year and a half before he decided that he wanted to see the world. Mark stopped when he saw the man who looked like Piotr with an eye patch.... Looking at him with a sad expression Mark paused and Remy stopped to look back at him questioningly.
"What is it, frére?" he asked. Mark pointed at the man who looked like the man who had driven him to Nathaniel's.
Letting his fingers just trail over fabrics, Piotr chatted briefly with the girl behind the counter, mentioning that he was moving in a few blocks away and that he was trying to get to know the area. Remy's heart stopped for a second and he stared at Peter... and listened to him talking in the little boutique. "Come on, Mark... y' shouldn' stare at people."
"But he looks like Piotr," Mark objected to Remy louder than Remy would have liked.
Hearing his name Piotr spun to see two familiar faces... holy shit... He froze up, using every ounce of will to not turn to steel, and looked away and excused himself from the counter girl.
Remy didn't have to see Peter moving to know he was coming toward them and he hung his head and turned away from both Mark and Piotr. Mark stared at the man who was coming up to them.
Stepping up to them, Piotr whispered softly to Remy, “Must you haunt me wherever I run?” and he looked to Mark and nodded to him. “Mark...” He made his way out of the store.
Closing his eyes Remy banged his head against the wall after he left. Mark looked at Remy perplexed and hurt. "That is Piotr?" he asked. Remy nodded. Mark ran after Piotr. "Piotr, wait!! Wait!!" he shouted after him, catching up to him. "What happened to you?" he asked, referencing the patch he wore over one eye.
Slowing, because he didn’t have a problem with Mark, Piotr turned and said a little sadly, “I got into a fight. It is healing.”
"Are... are you gonna be able to see again?" he asked, really concerned. Piotr had said he was an artist.
Swallowing hard, Piotr said, “There is a 50/50 chance...”
"Oh.... I'm so sorry, Piotr...." Mark reached up to brush his handsome face along the side Piotr couldn't see out of, unaware that it was extremely rude to do that to someone who couldn't see out of one eye.
Jerking at his touch, Piotr metaled up at that spot where Mark’s fingers met his cheek, but managed to keep it under control and turned back to flesh.
"Oh, wow," Mark said and was struck with the desire to see him do that all over. All over.
Mark's hand brushed his cheek over the metal spot and caressed him as it returned to flesh.
Stepping away, Piotr said, “I am not used to... being touched...” He could metal up again from the embarrassment, and looked at the pavement. “What are you doing in the city?”
"I'm sorry,” Mark said taking his hand from Piotr’s face. “Remy and I were just going out to see the place. I've never been," Mark explained.
Nodding, he asked, “How long are you here?”
"We're planning on spending the day here... you wouldn't want to come with us, would you?" Mark asked hopefully.
“Ah... No.” Not with Remy, hell no. “I mean to ask, when are you returning to Antarctica?”
"Oh! Whenever I want to, I guess. I... everything here seems so... magical. It's... homey down there, but now that I know I have a home to go to, I can explore the world like I wanted to in the first place," Mark smiled brightly at Piotr.
Smiling, Piotr explained, “I live only a few blocks down. If you wish, perhaps we could have lunch one day, you and I...”
Mark's eyebrows flew up. "I thought you lived at the mansion with everybody else....?"
Giving a weak, fluttery smile, Piotr said, “Only... Only until I am fully moved out....”
"Why... are you leaving?" Mark asked, perplexed.
“I find the situation at the mansion uncomfortable.”
"Oh...." Mark said, not really understanding. The place was not at all uncomfortable in accommodations... so.... "Was it that fight you got into?" he asked. "And where is Remy?" Mark asked as an afterthought—kind of rhetorically.
Giving a weak grin, Piotr said, “Yes, it was…” and sighed. “I'd... better let you find him... My new number is at the mansion... if you wish for it.”
Looking around for his older 'brother' Mark didn't see him. "Well, I'm sure Remy can handle himself, but I just thought... I mean—he's being rude to not talk to you—" Mark explained.
“No, he...” and Piotr looked around. “Perhaps he is back in the store?” He would be infuriated if Remy had abandoned Mark in the middle of NYC.
"Probably...." Mark noted, but he didn't want to look around the corner to find him because he got the impression that if he did, then Piotr would be gone when he came to talk to him again. He shuffled his feet. "Should I... let you go?" he asked, shyly. He was afraid that Piotr would say yes and it showed on his face.
“No. I will help you find Remy,” and he took Mark’s shoulder, walking back into the shop, looking for the Cajun. Remy was waiting not far from where Mark ran off from. He was just inside the store doors. He was also surprised that Piotr was with Mark when he came back.
“Ah. There he is.” Looking down at Mark, he said, “I will leave you gentlemen to your outing...” and he bowed a little.
"Okay...." Mark said, sad that he felt like he was driving Piotr off.
Turning and walking out of the shop, Piotr’s heart felt heavy. He needed to keep moving into his new flat, anyway.
Remy waited for Mark to approach him. "Ready?" he asked him.
"Remy... that was really rude of you," Mark scolded.
"Non, it wasn'," he stated authoritatively, but quietly and walked out of the shop. He ignored Mark until he stopped talking about Peter.
Slowly making his way, Piotr watched the two of them in the reflections of the shop windows... lonelier than ever.
Remy headed the opposite direction Peter was going. "Hey, Remy! Come on. Why didn't you talk to Piotr? Remy??" he kept asking, very insistent.
Piotr was unable to hear them but almost came to a dead stop on the sidewalk.
Remy ignored questions about Peter. "Remy... it was you!" Mark shouted at him. Mark stopped in his tracks and looked accusingly at Remy when Remy turned around to look at him.
"What?" he asked.
Speeding up again, Piotr wanted to start working on something and get his mind off of this.
"It was you! You got into a fight with Piotr!"
"Mark—I—" Remy tried to explain, but Mark turned and ran, trying to look for Piotr. They hadn't gone far—he had to be close by.
Remy sighed and followed after Mark, opening his shields briefly to get a sense of his mental signature so he could track him if he lost him. He followed quite a ways after because he couldn't leave him, but he needed to let Mark do what he felt he needed to.
Piotr was almost to his apartment building, fumbling with his keys. Running at top speed, Mark raced in the direction he thought Piotr was in. He was looking around wildly for Piotr and spotted him, then ran up to him. He had felt a small mental tug down the street Piotr had gone and followed it, but didn't think much of it. He was focused on the need to talk to Piotr.
Hearing footsteps, Piotr turned to look at him. “Mark? Are you lost again?”
Stopping, Mark caught his breath and looked up at Piotr with a hurt expression. "I'm sorry, Piotr.... I'm sorry...." Mark panted.
Taking his shoulder, Piotr noted that Mark looked like he may fall over. “Why? Mark? What is wrong?”
"Remy... Remy was the one who hurt you, wasn't he?" he said, more deducing than asking.
“Who told you that?”
"Nobody... I just... I figured it out."
Swallowing, Piotr said, “Mark... It means nothing. It should not color your perception of him.”
"What do you mean it shouldn't color my perception of him?! He's... me! I can't just let him walk around hurting people! Why did he do this?" he asked, so perplexed that it hurt.
“I believe I initiated the fight, Mark. He was defending himself.”
Blinking, Mark said, "Would you... explain to me what happened?" His tone was meek.
Sighing, Piotr said, “There is not much to tell, Mark. I was angry, we started fighting. That is all.” Patting Mark’s shoulder, Piotr didn’t want to get into it with him. “Have you run off from him?” Mark nodded, kind of worried that he'd lost himself in NY, but.... Piotr was with him.
Taking Mark’s elbow, he steered Mark away from his apartment. “Well, we shall find him again. Where did you see him last?”
Mark shook his head. "I don't want to find him, Piotr..." Looking up at Piotr he frowned at let his hand brush his cheek again, just below his eye. "I want to know how he could do such a thing to you...." Mark had always known Remy to be a good person, why would he do that? He really wasn't in the mood to see Remy. Or was it more that he felt like he wanted to stay with Piotr....?
Jerking away again, Piotr took Mark’s wrist. “I told you, I started it. He was defending himself. We had better find Remy. If we do not, he may send the entire team out here to find you.”
"Why... why were you mad at him?" Did he do something else horrible beyond injuring a kind seeming man?
Smoothing Mark’s hair away from his face, Piotr said, “That is none of your business...” and took his elbow, walking him back the way he came.
Mark felt his throat choke up. He just wasn't wanted at all, was he? No one would tell him what was going on and he knew there was so much more going on than he was privy to. He felt so lost and the tears started to stream down his face as Piotr led him away, but he tried not to make too much sound. He couldn't help sniffling though.
Seeing that Mark was crying, Piotr stopped and turned Mark to face him. “Mark....? Why are you crying?” He brushed away one of his tears like he did when they first met.
Grimacing, Mark said, "It's just that... the people I care about aren't telling me anything about the world I live in... Nobody'll tell me anything that's too complicated—is it because they think I'm only one and a half so I won't understand anything?" Mark sounded really frustrated. "I feel so in the dark...."
Sighing, Piotr gently took Mark’s shoulders. “You will come home with me. I will call the mansion and tell them to contact Remy and tell him you are safe...” Tucking Mark under his arm, Piotr started walking them back to his apartment.
Mark let his head fall against Piotr's chest as they walked. The big man's presence was comforting and aroused Mark when he stopped sniffling so much. He was actually kind of surprised at the change in emotion from himself. He was still concerned, but he allowed himself to have this appreciation for his body in the background.
Walking up the steps to his old, storefront apartment, Piotr opened the door for him. Boxes were everywhere, and a naked mattress lay in the center of the floor. The sketchbook that was recently returned to him, partially burned with all the sketches of Remy in it, sat open atop the counter. “I am afraid my home is not yet ready for guests, but please make yourself comfortable...”
"Woah, is this your art...?" Mark said as he approached the book on the table, then stopped short seeing the picture of Remy.
"That's...."
Metaling up when he realized what Mark had, Piotr lunged forward and snatched the notebook up, holding it to his chest protectively. “This is not... supposed to be out…”
"Oh," Mark swallowed. With the color of the eyes that he saw, it wasn't Mark that he had been drawing. Why would a guy have wonderful drawings of his 'brother' ... but the book looked burned....
"Did somebody try to hurt your book?" he asked uneasily.
Snorting softly at Mark’s innocent phrasing, Piotr said, “Yes. I did. I did not want it any more.”
"Well... why do you have it?" he asked gently.
“I tried to destroy it. It some how found it's way back to me.”
"And you kept it...."
“I have not had the time to... get rid of it.” He realized that he could just throw it in a dumpster, but he tossed it into a drawer instead.
"They are good drawings, you know. The ones I saw." Mark swallowed. "Why were you mad at Remy?" he asked. He really felt like he needed to know.
Really not wanting to tell Mark because they were like brothers now, and it would be weird, Piotr said, “Mark, it is... complicated.”
"I know it's complicated. That's why I want to hear it."
Looking out the window, Piotr folded his still steel arms. “Well. If it is so important. I was in love with him.” I am in love with him.
Mark smiled. "I... know what that feels like—being in love with somebody you can't have...." he said sympathetically. He actually liked two men he couldn't have.
Sighing heavily, Piotr sat on the mattress. “There is a rumor you are Essex's lover.” Piotr figured he could ask personal questions if Mark could.
Stepping over to Peter Mark sat down next to him. "I am," he said. "That doesn't keep me from wanting other people," he said looking at Peter's body as he said that.
“You are not monogamous?”
Mark sighed. "I don't know. Nathaniel and I never talked about it."
Softly, Piotr said, “Communication is the life force of a relationship. Otherwise someone will become very hurt...”
Nathaniel had always been so easy going. "Yeah. I suppose it is." What am I supposed to do about the people I'm attracted to then? I'm attracted to Nathaniel, but is he the only person I want to be with? Should I tie myself down? I'm only one and a half... what if Nathaniel isn't the person I want to spend the rest of my life with? "So... did you try to have a relationship with Remy?" he asked curiously.
Sighing, Piotr wished Remy had just told him up front, ‘I want you for a quick fondle in the shower, then I want to watch you fawn over me because you thought it meant more than it did.’
Mark waited for Piotr's response.
Rising, Piotr felt the pressure of Mark’s gaze. “Would you like something to drink?”
"Water's good," he said and watched Peter move around his room. He could just sit there and masturbate to that wonderful body as he moved, watching the muscles under his clothing. He was gorgeous in skin or metal. Mark leaned back to give a little more room to the hardness in his jeans.
Getting a glass of water for both of them, Piotr stayed metaled up, suspecting that Mark was going to ask him more uncomfortable questions. “Here you are...”
"Thanks," Mark said, never meeting Piotr's eyes, as his own stayed locked on Piotr's body.
Looking down at himself, Piotr asked, “Does the metal bother you?” He noticed Mark was staring.
It had been a while since Mark had masturbated to the idea of someone he couldn’t have. Mark shook his head. "Not in the slightest." In fact the fact that it was metal was a turn on. He wanted to see that metal cock, hardened up, looking like a perfect dildo.
“It fascinates you.” He was used to people staring when he was metaled up. He supposed it was pretty weird looking—especially his eyes.
"Um... yeah. Yeah, it does." He paused debating on what to say. "You do," he said finally looking up to Peter's eye. "You're gorgeous, Piotr...." He hoped he didn't get in trouble for saying that because that's what he felt.
Swallowing, Piotr looked at Mark. Suddenly he was under the impression that Remy sent him there as a sort of consolation prize... as an apology for blowing out his eye. He wouldn't put it past him that miserable, low life, beautiful thug. Very softly, Piotr said, “Spaceba... I must call the mansion. Excuse me.” Going to the bedroom where the phone was hooked up, Piotr dialed the mansion.
Mark watched him go and felt that wasn't too much trouble to get into, especially since it got him a nice view of Piotr's fine ass as he walked toward the phone. Sipping his water, he waited for Piotr to finish his call.
Piotr told them to contact Remy via the commlink and tell him that he would have Mark home before dinner. Hanging up Piotr took a moment to try to think of what to say before going back out into the main room. Smiling at him uncertainly from the doorway, Piotr said, “I have told them you will be home for dinner.”
Mark nodded from his place on Piotr's bed and wondered what it would take to get that handsome, strong man to pounce on him and make love to him. Probably more than Mark could do, he wagered. He was content to watch… for the moment
“We have an hour or so until then. What would you like to do?”
Mark's eyebrows lifted up at that and his mind went strait for the gutter. "Do you... want an honest answer?" He had learned over his year and a half of life that some people did not want an honest answer, but a plausible answer or a completely fabricated one.
“Of course.”
"I'd... really like you to make love to me during that hour," he said in a somewhat shy, but sultry voice. Just saying the words turned him on so he felt like he was going to explode out of his jeans.
Cock going hard at that, Piotr felt the blood rush equally to his face... but he took a moment with hand over his eyes to collect himself before sitting next to Mark on the mattress. Oh, lord, how am I going to say this to you? “Mark... Remy....” Swallowing, Piotr thought if he could speak Russian to Mark, that would be half the battle. “Remy has no right to ask you... to do this for him. You are your own person and you should value yourself as an individual.” He was going to kill Le Beau when he saw him again.
"What... are you talking about, Piotr?" he asked, really confused. His lips parted slightly as he watched Peter's face.
Swallowing, Piotr tried again. “I am not a clone so I cannot say I know what it is like, but you are not obligated to do everything he tells you.”
"What does this have to do with... how I feel about you?" he asked perplexed. "Remy didn't tell me anything when it came to you." In fact that was part of the reason I was so frustrated earlier.
“He did not tell you... to... to... offer yourself to me?”
Mark's eyes went wide. "Why would he do that? How could he get me to just—feel like I was attracted to you? What kind of sense does that make?" Mark asked shifting on the bed.
“No...” and Piotr shook his head. I must've made a mistake somewhere... unless you're right... oh, Lord. “I am sorry, I...” He didn’t want to destroy Mark’s trust in Remy. “I must be mistaken. I apologize.”
"It... it's okay. That was..." kinda cute, "really noble of you," Mark smiled.
Snorting softly, Piotr said, “It is not noble to think the worst of people,” meaning Remy.
"But it's noble of you to be concerned for me."
Nodding, Piotr stared into his water glass, not knowing what to do now. He was metaled from top to toe and he rose from the bed.
Mark stared at Piotr as he rose, staring at his rounded ass, wondering what it would feel like in his hands as he thrust inside him and Mark thought he just might cream his shorts. This must be Piotr's way of avoiding the subject of lovemaking.
“What were you and Remy planning on doing before I... came along?”
"We were just going to go get dinner. I was going to ask him to take me to a club tonight...." he said with a shrug.
“Which club?”
"I... don't know of any," Mark said shyly.
Nodding a little, Piotr said, “Well... I cannot take you out to dinner as you're due at the mansion for that and there are no clubs open at this hour.” He smiled softly. “Have you seen Central Park?”
"No... but I'd so much rather see you," he whispered. Central Park was one of those things he could see any time... Piotr... was something he felt he might not ever get to see again.
Staring at him, Piotr said, “Mark... You are in a relationship and I do not want to be the person with whom you test those relationships boundaries.” The last thing he needed when he was trying to start a new life was some massacring villain coming to kill him for touching his boy-toy.
Mark blinked and looked away from Piotr. "I'm sorry." He felt like shit now. "I should have just let it drop." Swallowing uneasily, Mark rose from his place on Piotr's bed. "Should I leave?" he asked.
“No... No. Not unless you wish to...” He was uncomfortable, and said softly to lighten the mood, “Do you have a thing for silver men?”
Mark's lips trembled. The silver did look awfully sexy on both Nathaniel and Piotr... "I think... I might," he said with a smile.
Giving him a broad, genuine smile, he asked, “Is Essex good to you?”
"He is... but I don't know if he's the only person I want to be with for the rest of my life, you know? I'm so curious about everything that's out there and I—" Mark stopped himself from expounding on his love-life wishes as there wasn't anything Piotr would want to do about it with him... ever.
“It is good he is letting you come up here and explore, don't you think? Antarctica must be very dull.”
"You can't even go outside; it's so cold."
Nodding, Piotr asked, “But do you like it?”
Well, yeah... it's dull... but Nathaniel is nice... but was he still exciting? Mark asked himself. Piotr's question cut through his thoughts. "The... only reason I like it is because Nathaniel is there. He's... comfortable, you know?" No, he's not exciting, Mark concluded a little sadly.
“You love him?”
"I... I don't know... I don’t' think I've ever felt love before...." Mark said looking for it in his memory. Most of his dream memories had lost their power and Mark felt lost.
Nodding, Piotr said, “Not many of us ever feel love.”
"Did you?" he asked.
“I did. But it was only for a moment...” when I thought Remy may have loved me back.
"I wish I could tell what it felt like...." People always said it was so good in his dream memories. "Is it... is it good? Love?" he asked.
Smiling sadly, Piotr said, “Very, very good.”
"It's one of those complicated things, isnt' it?" he asked.
“Yes and no.” He thought about that. “Which... I suppose means yes.”
Mark laughed at that, smiling after the laughter faded. "What's it like?" he asked.
Watches Mark, Piotr thought about his question, then realized that he couldn’t answer it. “May I... draw you?”
Mark was absolutely flattered and let his question go. His smile was huge. "Yeah. Yeah, I'd like that." He had never been drawn before, but when he saw the pictures on the table he knew it must have taken some time and effort... and that the person in the drawing was cherished and praised.
"Um... how... do you want me?" Mark asked shyly, from under his lashes. He reveled in the pun and hoped that Piotr would find him attractive.
Getting his pencils and the burned up sketchbook, Piotr found a clean page with few scars. “Just get comfortable, a position that you can hold for a while.”
Laying on his side on the bed, Mark put his loosly curled fist under his face as he looked at Piotr.
Chuckling at him, Piotr said, “Very nice.” Stroking pencil across the paper, Piotr liked the opportunity to notice the differences between Mark and Remy. Mark liked the way Piotr's eyes were combing over his form and his chest tightened a little in anticipation. Smiling, Piotr asked, “Are you double jointed?”
"Um... I don't know what that is...." Mark said, shyly. He really felt like a two year old.
“It means you have particularly flexible joints...”
"Oh... well, I've never tried to do anything really flexible with them." He wanted to ask, ‘wanna find out?’
He wondered because Remy was double jointed... and Mark had freckles that Remy didn’t have. “Do you have any hobbies?”
"Um... I never really had the time to develop any, you know? I can remember playing video games as a kid... but that was... a dream memory," he said kind of sadly. "Here in the real world, I never really had the chance to do much but try to survive," he smiled.
Face brightening up, Piotr said, “You must see the arcades here! If you like video games, they are the greatest!”
Mark smiled. "I'd like that," he said softly, not moving.
Softly, Piotr said, “Remy knows where they are....”
"I think I'd like it if you took me," he said, getting turned on by yet another sexual punn, which he couldn't seem to stop making with Peter looking at him like that.
“Remy will feel abandoned.”
"I dont' think so... he has... other things he can do." Other people, more precisely.
“But he wants to see you, I am sure. You live so far away....”
"I can come whenever I want," Mark explained, although feeling that he couldn't and that he might need a little help with that.
“This is just... a preliminary sketch... It doesn't look entirely like you...” he said, handing Mark the notebook, dropping the previous conversation.
Mark took the book and looked at it, smiling. "It's so much better than I could ever do," he said, pleased with it. "I think it looks enough like me that you'd be able to tell it was me." Or Remy, but then again, the eyes were different. He wondered if Piotr wanted to do a more... detailed sketch.
“But... I should take you back to the mansion now.... You'll be missed...” He set the sketchbook aside.
"Piotr... I won't be missed... I'm nothing but a nuisance there..." I feel special here...
“Nonsense.” He stepped up to the mattress, offering Mark a flesh hand. “Come, I will take you home.”
Mark took Piotr's hand and caressed it as he rose from the bed and stood right next to Piotr. It felt so good being next to his impressive body, right up where he could feel the heat coming off it. Holding Mark’s hand a little, too.... Piotr realized that Mark looked so much like Remy... but also that he was not him... No one in the world was Remy but Remy. “Do you want my sketch?”
"No... you should keep it... so you can... remember me," he said quietly, leaning into his body, caressing his chest with the touch of his own, his face only inches away.
Nodding, Piotr cleared his throat. “Maybe I'll make another one some time...” and he bowed his head. Mark tilted his head up to intercept the lips that were closing in. Actually, Piotr wasn't planning on kissing him and he started a little when their lips met. He broke the contact. Mark looked at Piotr, searching his face.
Shifting uncomfortably, Piotr said, “Let me get my coat….”
Mark grabbed Piotr's hand gently and drew himself to the retreating Russian and kissed his lips again, his hand rubbing the side of his face adoringly. Breath catching a little, Piotr kissed Mark softly, not knowing what to do. Eventually, he put his arms around him and pulled him closer.
Letting his arms embrace Piotr back, Mark didn't want to stop kissing him ever. His lips felt so soft and he was clean shaven, which Mark liked, and his body felt so nice against his... smooth and hard. Clumsily, Piotr lowered Mark to the mattress, trying not to crush him and he kissed him wetly and softly, stroking his stomach. Mark whimpered slightly at the brushing of his stomach and deepened the kiss, letting his tongue explore the hot depths of the Ruski mouth.
Pushing his hand under Mark’s shirt, Piotr felt around. He hadn’t touched anyone since Remy... in fact Mark felt a lot like him... strong and angular... just not as strong and angular. Feeling like his breath was caught in his lungs, Mark loved the way Piotr touched him... as if he were fine china—his touch was so light. He drew his hand underneath Piotr's shirt to explore this beautifully built man, letting his hands brush along his back and down his sides.
Getting quicksilver flushes of metal following Mark’s fingertips as he shivered from the thrill, Piotr kissed Mark deeper, getting hungrier for him, kissing down his neck.
"Oh, Piotr..." he whispered and let his hands caress down to the small of Piotr's back.
Pushing his fingertips down below Mark’s waistband, Piotr tested the waters. Lifting his hips up, a little too eagerly, Mark thought, he allowed Piotr to slip his hands into his pants and slid his own fingers down into Piotr's, jut a little bit farther than Piotr went. He groped that nice round ass of his and squeezed gently.
Giving Mark a weak smile Piotr started working on Mark’s fly, nibbling on his neck and started pushing down his pants.
Oh, god, yes, Mark thought as Piotr worked him out of his pants. He kneaded a little at Piotr's bum and started pushing up his shirt. He really wanted to see what those nipples tasted like. Getting Mark naked Piotr stared down at him, running his hands over Mark’s smooth body... gorgeous... just like my Remy... He quickly disposed of his clothes then pounced on Mark with deep, wet kisses.
Mark wrapped himself around Peter, welcoming him into his embrace and kissing him with just as much passion. Mark let his feet caress down Piotr's muscular legs and undulated his hips up into the big man. Actually having condoms and lube next to the mattress... Piotr had been planning on going out clubbing that night and bringing someone home. He pawed Mark’s butt with one hand while reaching for the condoms with the other... ripping one condom off the chain and handing it to Mark.
Taking it Mark opened it then reached for Piotr's cock and found that it was absolutely huge. Mark smiled in delight at his thick rod, noting that it was even bigger than Nathaniel's, but then pushed Nathaniel from his mind. He wanted to be with Piotr. "You're gorgeous, Piotr..." he said and rolled the condom onto Piotr's manhood.
“ Shhh....” Kissing Mark’s neck, Piotr didn’t know why he hushed Mark, but grabbed the lube, and said breathily. “You have done this before, yes?” Mark nodded and kissed him back.
Greasing up his fingers, Piotr rubbed them over Mark’s hole, and god he was tight. Piotr was never going to fit!! Sitting up Piotr looked between Mark’s splayed legs, then looked between his... No chance in hell. Mark loved it when his fingers were inside him—he felt the intrusion and moaned at it. Leaning up, Mark sucked at Piotr's nipples, biting them slightly.
Doing a full body tremble, Piotr made a soft noise and pushed his finger further inside Mark, panting against his ear. “If you like... I can fuck you in metal form...”
Mark trembled at Piotr's words and whispered, "Can I have you both ways? Flesh first... then metal?" He hadn't had a flesh dick yet.
“Of course...” and he twisted another finger inside Mark, kissing him over and over, thinking it was going to take a while to get him wide enough for Piotr.
Mark relaxed his muscles as much as he could to allow Piotr access to his warm body and he felt so good pressing into him like that. He was going to feel enormous inside him! Moaning, Mark lifted his hips to Piotr's attentions.
Giving Mark deep slow kisses as he worked up to a third finger inside him, Piotr was taking his time to make Mark feel good. Whimpering desperately, Mark didn't know how much he could stand of Piotr being slow, but he wasn't going to push him along, just encourage him to keep doing what he was doing because it felt so good! Capturing Piotr's tongue in his mouth, Mark sucked on it like he was sucking cock, moving along its length.
Rumbling softly into Mark’s mouth, Piotr gently removed his fingers, and whispered, “Do you think you are ready?”
"Yes!" he whispered emphatically.
“Tell me if I hurt you...” and he put Mark’s legs on his shoulders and aligned his cock with Mark’s hole, and gently started pushing in. Mark was panting heavily as Piotr pressed into him, and he felt a bit of discomfort, but his continuing movement helped that and he distracted himself by playing with Piotr's nipples and sucking hard at his neck. "You feel so huge... god, you're so good, Piotr!" he called his name like it was holy.
Kissing Mark wetly, Piotr caught glimpses of his brown eyes, and didn’t push in all the way before he started gently thrusting... He didn’t want to hurt him.
"Please—more!" he asked him, his hips rocking to take in more of him. This was incredible, he had never experienced this much of a stretch and he found that he liked it. It felt more... all encompassing, but it was more like all-filling than anything he had previously experienced.
Taking small sips from Mark’s lips, he asked, “Have I hurt you?”
"No, Piotr... you feel too good to ever hurt me," he tried to explain. "Please... move... move inside me, please...."
Nodding, Piotr rocked into Mark gently, never pressing in all the way, and worked his hips into him, sweating hard, cradling him as best he could. “You are... you are heavenly…”
"So are you, Piotr... awe!" Mark cringed in pleasure and forced his hips up hard into his new lover, gasping at the depth he achieved.
Kissing his neck Piotr took him slowly, terrified of hurting him and then gazed down at Mark. He couldn’t believe he had someone as gorgeous as him in bed....
Mark strained up to meet Piotr's thrusts, wanting to feel it as intense as it got. He was so much bigger than any other person he'd even seen! The feelings running through him were incredible and Mark was panting with the effort to fuck into Piotr. "Piotr... please... harder, I beg you," he whispered emphatically in his ear.
Nodding, Piotr took him with more strength, but still didn’t push his entire length into him as badly as he wanted to. He knew that his cock was too long and thick for most people, and he was flushed with the pleasure, fighting to keep his metal at bay.
"Awe, yessss!!!" Mark moaned. "Your flesh feels so good... so warm, Piotr...." Nathaniel had felt cold the first couple of times and Mark had to say he preferred the warmth. "Can I... feel you metal now?" he asked. He wondered if he would need to pull out for the transition and braced himself for the loss of that wonderful shaft.
Nodding, Piotr finally let go and blossomed in silver, not needing to pull out of Mark, letting it coat his massive cock, and he shuddered at the feeling of its release. Gasping at the transformation, Mark stared at Piotr in awe. His skin was so smooth now! The cock inside him felt warm still, but smooth, yet shaped as it passed in and out of him. Tentatively, Mark felt Piotr's skin, particularly at his nipples, where they were just nubs of silver. "You look so good like this, Piotr," Mark whispered as he stared at the man pistoning into him. His face held a touch of wonder as his eyes raked all over his body and he stared at the rod that penetrated him.
Cradling Mark’s face Piotr kissed him hard, thrusting faster and only a little deeper, but he was getting close to coming in him. Folding a warm metal hand around Mark’s cock, Piotr started to tug. Mark clung to Piotr every way he could and he clenched around Piotr’s cock when Mark’s cock was being stroked by his warm, smooth hand. His whimpers were caught in the cavern of his mouth and they escalated in pitch as he got closer to coming. Mark thrashed around, wanting to come badly. "I know that's not all of you, Piotr... please... let me have all of you—I can take you—please!" he begged. He wanted to feel his balls slapping against his ass.
Nodding again, Piotr thrust all the way in him, so his balls were snug against Mark’s hole. Glancing down at Mark for a brief moment to make sure he was okay, Piotr’s eyes closed in utter pleasure. Mark's hole squeezed around Piotr in pleasure at feeling how deep he went. "Oh, now fuck me with it, you big, hard man..." Mark whispered commandingly in his ear.
Thrashing into Mark, Piotr struck him deep and hard, his hips slapping into Mark’s soft bottom with every thrust, making him take all of it, holding his legs high and apart, kissing his neck and gasping against his shoulder.
Crying out wordlessly, Mark was so close to release he thought he might spontaneously combust. "Piotr!!!" he cried, loving the slap of metal on skin and the depth with which he impaled Mark and how wide he stretched him. Bucking his hips in time was what got him to just go completely over the edge, fucking into Piotr's still grasping hand, splattering it with love juice as his entire body stiffened in rapture.
Driving his cock into him a few more times, Piotr then came as well, sweating through the metal, and screamed, “REMY!!”
Mark bit his lip so hard he split it and he clung to Piotr as he finished coming. That... that was the name everyone knew first... why should he be surprised that they call out his original's name and not his? Mark's lip trembled and he was probably dripping blood onto the mattress below them. He tried not to be hurt... but he just couldn't manage it.
Stilling above Mark, Piotr panted, trembling, and took a while to come around and realize what he said. “Oh... Bosze moi! Mark... Mark, I am sorry....” Reaching to stroke his face, Piotr saw the blood.
A small sob escaped Mark's lips as he clung to Piotr, not letting him go completely and he didn't know why. He needed to be comforted... even if it was by the person who just hurt him so very deeply. The tears spilled over his eye and ran down his temples.
Gently pulling out of Mark Piotr carefully lifted him into his lap, reverting to flesh form, and cradling his head against his neck. “Mark... Mark, I am so sorry...” Kissing his neck... Piotr had to admit, during the end there... he was thinking of Remy. Some part of him was always thinking of Remy. “I am so horribly sorry...”
Mark nodded his head, but didn't trust his voice to get anything out. He clung to Piotr like a life-line though. Was he just not good enough? Would Remy always be the man people thought of when they saw him? Did even his Nathaniel think of Remy first?
Mark sobbed harder against his flesh shoulder. Crushing Mark in his arms, Piotr felt like he just gutted himself. He couldn’t believe he hurt Mark like that, he couldn’t believe he still craved Remy like he did. Stroking Mark’s hair, Piotr wanted to make him better, but didn’t know how.
"Is..." Mark sobbed, unable to control his voice, "Remy so much—better than I am-m...?"
“No!!” Piotr shouted, kissing Mark’s neck, shaking his head. “No, he is not!! In fact, you are far better than him, I think... I am so sorry.... I am so sorry....”
Sniffling, Mark asked, "What's better about me?" What's different? Please, tell me. I feel so worthless right now... please, help me, Piotr.... Mark really felt the need for some encouragement.
Smiling, Piotr said, “You care about people... Remy... Remy cares only for himself and...” whoever he's fucking at the time... hmm, “and he is cruel. He has known how I felt about him and all he has done is toy with me.... You are not like that. You have been nothing but honest and kind to me. These are things Remy could never do....”
Mark smiled a little at that and hugged Piotr, though his lip hurt to smile at all. "Thank you, Piotr. Thank you." That made him feel better. Suddenly he didn't really want to go back to the mansion, but wanted to spend the rest of his time there with Piotr. He was really kind.
Kissing him gently, Piotr didn’t know if Mark even wanted him anywhere near him right now, but softly sucked on the wound Mark had inflicted on himself. Moaning, Mark closed his eyes tightly, gripping Piotr's huge, flesh shoulders. Whispering softly against his lips Piotr asked, “Can you forgive me?”
Mark trembled a little in his grasp, but managed a nod. He admitted that he would want another time with Piotr where he called his name out during orgasm, but he didn't know if that was possible for one reason or another. "Yes... yes, Piotr, I forgive you." He brushed his handsome face with his hands again and looked at his available eye. He wanted to spend so much more time with him... but would Piotr let him stay?
Managing a faint smile, Piotr kissed him again and held him. “May I make you a bath?”
Smiling a little again, feeling the sting at his lip, Mark nodded. "I'd like that," he sniffled.
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