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[The sharp sound Alivian lets out is more bestial howl than anything human, and he clings on even tighter, insides tightening up sharply, his nails digging hard into Logan's back. He can't stop looking at him with abject need, and he immediately stiffens and shivers as their lips meet, not having the reaction time to shove his thumb between them.

[He'd pointedly tried to avoid kissing - doing anything else to occupy his mouth. Rightly so -- but only for his self-control's sake. The press of lips against his own is electric, and enough for him to have to strongly resist the urge to jerk himself off. The scratch of facial hair with their proximity is anything but off-putting, too.

[He's not even hitting that good spot reliably, but it's still-- amazing. Just in the sensation of being held, of being fucked, of being wanted is enough.

[His nails dig deeper.]

Quick-- anatomy lesson. Guys have.. ngh... a good spot just like women. Closer to... the entrance... ah...

If... if you want to make me scream, rub it, and don't fucking stop....

Make it a Command.

[ Because he hasn't forgotten how this guy can do that. Even now, when he can barely think, he's aware of how someone else works. It's not like he can forget how great it felt to follow the commands given before. With the way it'd been described, he figures the guy actually needs to give orders like that. So he's not going to miss the chance to bring one in. ]

And if I do it, scratch the hell out of me again, too. I'll fucking love it.

Hah... alright.

[Dredging up as much of his brain power as he has left, knowing that it's going to immediately be tossed out the window, Alivian takes a steadying breath.]

Hit my prostate as much as you can. As much as you want. Make me scream and weep and claw and bite you until we're both satisfied.

[Hopefully that's good enough. Hopefully, he won't regret this. Oh well.]

[ And Logan can't help but immediately follow that. He's following the instruction about where to go, testing it out with a few firm movements before he gets really into it. There's a part of him that's still more human and still afraid of hurting him, so anything foreign and new would be done with caution. But as soon as he's assured...

Well, he will move with intensity. He wants the clawing and biting, dammit. He wants it a whole lot. ]

Tell me if that's good.

Edited 2024-08-27 20:04 (UTC)

[It's good on its own. When Logan finds that spot, the wolf howls - in quite the literal sense of the word, however briefly, and tries to ride him harder, breaths rasping between hard, possessive bites and nails digging in so hard as they scratch that his fingers will surely be coated red when they're done.]

Fuck-- fuck yes!

[It's a miracle he can even speak right now, voice dissolving into more bestial shouting and whimpering as Logan absolutely works on wrecking him in ways that he can't do on his own. His tail seems to have a life of its own, jittering and thumping against the bedding.

[He quite literally can't stop himself right now during this highly overstimulating onslaught. His teeth bite into his shoulder and draw blood over and over again (but never, never his neck,) while his nails drag and catch into his back with erratic frequency. It's hard to make the appropriate movements with his hands right now, though biting is easy enough.

[His cock leaks a horrid mess between them before long, his whole body shaking and losing some strength to keep himself in position without help. He whines and keens for more of it, his knot feeling hot and tight like it's about to fucking blow - to say nothing of his dick. His cries muffle the more he bites down, tasting more and more blood on his tongue. Something about it tastes... wrong, but he's too into it to stop.]

[ His hands move from Alivian's hips to settling behind him, sort of hovering in the air and not actually touching him. It may soon become clear why, though more with sound than anything else - it's not as if the guy can see behind him, after all? Anyway, there's a snikt of his claws unsheathing as he thrusts a few more times, even more relentless in his movements. He's too caught up in the feelings to control himself, so he refuses to put his hands near him and hurt him.

The noise he makes then is gutteral, as he climaxes fully into him, refusing to even consider pulling out. Someone's going to need a bath of some sorts. ]

[He can't see behind him, but he can sure as fuck smell that there's blood behind him, and hear the movement, at this proximity, of metal tearing through flesh. He knows what it is, having already memorized the sound.

[He clenches in reflex, and thank goodness he's holding onto Logan for this. A hard thrill hits him when Logan's noisiness gets to him, and the scream he lets out is much closer to a wolf's howl than anything human, his whole body shaking as he finds his own end shortly thereafter, a stronger wave of come spilling between them.

[Hopefully Logan doesn't mind, though, when Alivian doesn't try to get off of him, still mindlessly biting and clawing at him to get more from him the moment he has a semblance of control back over his limbs.]

More...

[His bones hurt from all the movement, and his knot feels hypersensitive. But this? He feels alive, heart pounding hard against his ribs, like wings beating against a cage.]

Can you handle more?

[ It's not a problem for Logan. Super healing factor means no time needed for a refractory period. But he's worried about fucking this man too much, about tearing him up. Maybe he can do something else to him?

But it's so difficult to think with the biting and clawing. He's so into it. The best he can think is to sheath his claws and wipe the blood away on the blankets. Not that this really helps anything, as there's blood all over him.

And he loves it. ]

'F'course I can, I'm not fragile yet--

[It slips out that way on accident, nerves tugged taut and desperate for more attention, more pleasure, more stimulation. He's damned near drooling for it, even as a dull sensation of pain rattles around in his marrow, in his legs.

[He bites down on his shoulder again, harder this time, and nearly meets bone. Fortunately, it's a close call, and Alivian doesn't even know how close he was to chipping or breaking his fangs.]

[ But Logan can think well enough to absorb that, to take it in. He presses his hands on Alivian's shoulders, tries to demand thought and explanation of him. He's not thinking about how difficult that would be for him right now. ]

What do you mean, yet?

[Alivian reflexively growls when they stop. Fuck. This isn't a conversation that he wanted to have while getting perhaps the only dick in his entire, miserable existence, with... well, frankly, the first friendly stranger he's ever met.

[Fortunately, the lack of stimulation helps him regain coherency, and he sighs roughly as he pulls his mouth free.]

...Fuck.

[He does, at least, completely stop moving, on top of not biting or clawing him anymore..]

Explain, or I won't do that again.

[ But if he gets an explanation, he probably will. He just wants to know what he's dealing with here. He likes being assured in what reality is, in what the terms and limitations are. If he's not, then he doesn't know he's not going to screw up.

But he shows that he is willing to try again by not pulling out, even while they have this conversation. ]

Just... gimme a second...

[There's too much blood away from his brain. He takes a few steadier breaths, and briefly rests his forehead against Logan's shoulder for stability.]

...I'm in the process of dying over time, alright? My bones are going to be the first to go. That's all. They've already partially gone weak.

[He pointedly pats the leg that he hasn't been favoring.]

The medicine I'm on drains some stuff to keep me from rapidly crashing. Uses that energy to convince my brain that I'm not actually-- missing nutrients.

[Alivian frowns, looking over at the rumpled, bloody blankets.]

I have seven doses left on hand. Never need to carry a month's worth when I'm just going to work and back. Once that runs out, I have... hours? Days? I don't know. But it'll be hell, I'll collapse, and die in absolute agony.

[His tongue flicks over his lips, and then he absently uses the back of his hand to try to wipe his mouth clean. It doesn't really work; even his hands are marked by Logan's blood. His mouth is also too bloody to wipe clean, anyway.]

Satisfied?

[He is absolutely Not Happy to have this conversation.]

Can anything prevent this? Or is it just going to happen?

[ Logan feels a dread in his stomach, curling deep within it. Is he going to lose someone yet again? How could he make the mistake of starting to like this person after just a few minutes? He has to stop becoming attached so quickly. But that's how it happened with Jean, too. She had him immediately and he was a goner. ]

What can I do? Anything?

[ He'll tear the world to hell and back if it means keeping someone alive, even if he doesn't know them yet. And he feels like he knows this person somewhat, even after such a small amount of encounters. They may have been small but they were intense. ]

...Why do you care?

[Rather than angry, the words are tired, reserved. His ears fold flat, but neither out of anger nor fear.]

If we can get out fast, it won't be your concern.

[He wants to run, the fluttering in his heart more of anxiety than anything sexy, though most of those hormones still happily race in his blood.]

And I'll get out of your life fast, so you can forget me just as quickly.

[He doesn't seem as convinced of his own words at all, though his careful, even tone is admirable. Even in the face of the remnants of his earlier desperation and ecstasy, he tries to calm himself down.

[He should pull away, but... he doesn't want to. He wants to stay, but it would be cruel to. But his body doesn't want to move.]

As if I could forget you now!

[ Logan does pull out at this point, feeling a little upset and angry. But he keeps the rest of the closeness, wrapping one arm around Alivian's waist in contrast to his other action. With the hand not on him, he gestures frantically, almost in an emotional frenzy. ]

There's too much. We've done too much. We have - there's too much.

Ngh!

[The sudden withdrawal punches a half-muffled noise out of him, arousal hitting him harder and trying to shake his logical mind loose. He steels against it, preparing to be pushed away, physically, but it doesn't happen.

[Why doesn't it happen? He looks at Logan in open shock, seeing - smelling - what flickers on and through him, to some extent. He doesn't try to pull away, but that's partially the aches talking. The rest, he dare not name.]

...We've already done what helps stop it. More than once.

[His voice is low and reserved as he speaks, a fragment of trepidation entering his scent.]

The Commands. We're compatible, but it would be wrong to keep doing it just because it keeps me alive.

[He knows that's wrong the moment he says it, but he's not firing on all cylinders right now.]

There's no guarantee that it would let me live a full life, anyway. At worst, it would buy me more time than the medicine does.

[He eventually focuses on Logan again, a somber expression on his face - deep enough to really furrow his brow.]

Do you really want to tether yourself to me like that? I could... fall apart in front of you, and there wouldn't be anything that anyone could do.

And then what? I've burdened you further.

You know what? I'm fucked, too.

What do you think about that?

[ He shakes his head and looks into Alivian's eyes, being entirely serious. He's never talked about this to anyone before, but he needs to now. Maybe it'll help emphasize his side of things. ]

My blood is poisoned, constantly. I don't heal as well as I should. Eventually I won't heal at all anymore.

It gets worse and worse every day, and eventually it's possible I'll actually die. I'll definitely get sick.

It happened to another me. Got chestfucked by a tree trunk and couldn't heal out of it.

[ Yes, Wade's description of what had happened was so memorable that he's repeating it. it accurately described the situation, okay? ]

I don't care if you have limited time, because I sure as fuck do too.

Edited 2024-08-28 01:27 (UTC)

..So that's what I was tasting in your blood.

[Alivian has the grace to look repentant, at least. Even though the term "chestfucked" gets a slight twitch out of his mouth. It's not funny, and he's not sure why his mouth twitched like that.]

...I don't know what to think.

[A lie. He knows that their thoughts are the same. "Is there anything I can do?" It chokes around his throat, and dares not resound. Back home-- there's bound to be something that he could help him with, right? Some herb mixture, or a deal with a faerie in exchange for something dear-- His brow furrows with it, with his concern - perhaps even his scent reeks of it.

[Hesitantly, he reaches out with bloodstained hands, and lightly touches his shoulders. "Why couldn't I have I met you sooner?" aches in his throat.]

How are you getting poisoned so continuously?

[It's definitely the tone of someone who wants to help him, too.]

[ And Logan is going to call him out on it. His own mouth twitches in a bit of a cynical smirk. ]

Hypocrite.

[ He takes those bloodstained hands in his own, holds onto them. ]

You saw my claws. They weren't like that when I first got them. It's called adamantium. Someone coated my bones with it, but it's toxic.

if you tried to bite my bones, or break my skull with your own, you'd just get hurt, because it's a fucking strong substance.

[Alivian is half about to try to convince himself to pull away, until Logan holds those bloodied hands of his.]

Of course I'm a hypocrite.

[It's just a calm acknowledgement. Plain, and resigned.

[He looks at Logan's hands, considering them as his ears remain half-lowered.]

...Good to know that if I hadn't been holding back my jaw strength, I would have broken my teeth.

[He can't seem to look up just yet, though, and his ears only flatten even more as he struggles to say anything more.]

I'm going to help you.

You can't stop me, you can't make me do otherwise. Not even if you Command me.

[ Logan is insistent about this promise, and he squeezes Alivian's hands. He doesn't like seeing those ears flat; he doesn't think this will fix it, because it's the opposite of what the man wants, but he simply can't help himself. ]

I will resist and I will make you better.

[Alivian gives an honest-to-god huff through his nose at that. Of course.]

There's no point in giving you antagonistic Commands. Doing so will damage the both of us.

Me, because I can't fathom giving such Commands. You, because you will not wish to comply, so your every fibre will struggle against me. You will possibly enter Drop - a state that will heavily take its toll on your body and mind.

[But if he gives no Commands at all? Logan can't make him talk.]

Oh, shut up.

[ Logan is tired of the circular argument. He hates these the most. Just going around and around and everyone gets tired, nobody gets what they want. ]

Or I'll make you.

[ Is that even a threat? All he can think of to do so is kiss him, and so - he does. It's probably unexpected in the middle of an argument, but that's the brilliance of it. ]

[Fortunately or not, Alivian does "shut up" at the retort, before the kiss even happens. This time, without the heat of the moment, the kiss shocks him even harder. With his hands held, he can't shove a hand between them.

[He can only sink into it, feeling every fibre of his being screaming for more.

[He doesn't have the energy to fight - much of it spent in finding the damned house, and the rest of it used to lift Logan up while they rutted together.

[He can't convince himself to push away, anyway. Not that he just passively lets it happen. He kisses back, just as firm - and being very, very careful to keep his expression neutral without the mask.

[Still, the pressure of his Glare rises a little when he cracks his eyes open - less yielding than the first time.]

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