This is the fifth story of a much tenacious story arc, which is best read in the order of the leaning at the end.

Translation of German words or phrasal idiom at the end. However, I have tried to clear the meaning fairly exonerate in context.



YOU WIN, ELF




It is evening in recently July. I am watching television in the common elbow room along with several of the older students at the School. The movie is"Water for Elephants ”, which takes place in a circus during the Great low. I am totally engrossed in the activeness, fascinated by this sentiment of what an American English carnival was like in those days.

"Elf ?"

At first, I pay no care to the suspension. Then I realize whose part it is that I just heard."Logan ?"My eyes fly to the doorway."Logan ! ! ! Mein Gott, it is you ! !"

"In the flesh, darlin ’."

The words are hardly out of his lip before I am off the sofa and in his arms. His manus grip my buttocks and he lifts me off the footing, as my legs wrapping themselves around his pelvic girdle. He spreads his ramification and bends them slightly, ready to hold my weight as my tail curls between his legs, then up and around both our waists, pulling us tightly together. The zipper of his motorcycle crownwork is cold and scratchy against my thin t-shirt, but none of that is important. He is alive and well, and he is here with me again, after almost four months that felt like an eternity.

We clutch desperately at each other, mouths seeking, colliding, kissing, our hard rooster pressing and rocking against the taut denim of his jeans.

It is over almost before it has begun. My cum pumps out against him, soaking the front of my shorts. I can tell from his motions and the flavour on his face that he too has climaxed. We both laugh.

And then we realize we are standing there entwined in front of Kitty, Bobby, rascal, and Peter.

"Aw, squat,"is all Logan has a chance to say before scalawag claps her helping hand delightedly and the others all junction in, applauding us and cheering for the show we have just put on. I have the foolish itch to untangle myself from Mount Logan and take a bow, but have the sense to teleport us up to our elbow room instead.

At the very here and now that we reappear in some desperately needed privacy, a terrible view occurs to me. What if this is not Logan, but Mystique fooling me again ? My line of descent runnel cold. No ! Not again !

Still clinging to him like a brainsick tick, I straighten my arms and thrust back a petty, scrutinizing his human face for anything that might betray an imposter.

"Elf ? Why are you lookin'at me like that ? I thought you'd be overjoyed to see me again."

"I am. But you must resolve two interrogation before I vill believe it is really you."

"Huh ? Why ?"

"I vill explain later. For now, just tell me vhat is the significance of the scar on my penis."

"Uh - three letters, standing for slaying, intimate pleasance, and despair. Your reaction to killing Herr Grüber."

"Ja, that is it."I incline my head a little, so that my os frontale is directly degree with his eyes and point to the center of the design that is carved there, touching the office that has the full general appearance of a spike."And this one ?"

"You never told me about that one, so how do ya bear me to know the significance ?"

I start to emit again, as I pull myself up against him once again for a nimble osculation.

"I assume that was the solution you wanted, huh ?"

I nod, letting him easy and jumping down out of his arms.

"Ack, Elf, you've made a pile of my pants,"he scolds, looking down at the damp spot on the front of his crotch.

"And you have made a worse mess of your pants from the inside. Do not blame me for that."

"Why not ? It's your defect for jumping on me. You damn near knocked me over, ya know."

"Hmph !"I retort."The day I can pink you down that easily it vill be time for you to retire from the super-hero business."

It appears that we will birth to go through a certain sum of money of our usual pleasantries before we can get prosperous enough with each other to be capable to discuss more serious matter. That is all right with me. The delay will allow for my adrenaline to sink a little.

He grins."C'mon. Let's go get cleaned up and try that again, shall we ?"

"Ve shall."

As I open our bathroom threshold, I tell him proudly,"I have something to show you. Look."

His supercilium go up in surprise at the new bathtub in the street corner of the room where our shower kiosk used to be. He glances at me."You the one creditworthy for that ?"

"Ja. I had it installed last month, hoping it vould be here vhen you returned."

A shadow passed over his face."You were that indisputable I would add up back ?"

I nodded, wishing it were entirely true up. Even between lovers, there are always doubts.

"I vanted a big old-fashioned kind of thing, vith the singular claw invertebrate foot. Vhen I vas a tiddler, one of my rich customers had such a tub in his estate firm. Ve took a bubble bath every fourth dimension I vent to ride out overnight vith him."There. I can now speak of my puerility casually and without pain."So do you like it ?"

"Darlin ’, I love it ! I can't delay to try it out."Suiting his activeness to his words, he takes off his jacket and tosses it into the turning point, then starts on his boots.

being a lot less heavily dressed, I have a head word showtime, so I turn on the water and fuss with getting it just right, watching him out of the recess of my eye as he continues to pull off his clothes. I have always loved looking at his body, although no one would consider my Wolverine the authoritative image of male dish. He is not grandiloquent than I am, rather stocky, much too hairy, his face too battered-looking, his dark hair too wild, and he always badly needs a shave. But he is the man I love, so what does that matter ? His soul is much like his body in many ways, but it shines with love and compassion, and a sort of heroic meter halo that is seldom seen in seriously handsome men. I know it, for I know what he is inside. Or at to the lowest degree, I think I know.

The tub is almost full now, so I pull off my shirt and boxershorts and footmark into the water, sitting down and turning off the faucet. In ordering to give him room to get in, I bend my knees and hold them close against my pectus, still at the foot of the tub.

"I get the comfortable end, huh ?"

"Of course of instruction. I have had plenty of time to savor it all by myself."

He steps over the high edge then sinks down heavily into the water, leaning back against the recollective slanted foot of the tub opposite the faucets. A look of pure walking on air spread head over his boldness. I breathe a sigh of respite. It had occurred to me to worry that our lovely tub might remind him of the tank into which he had been submerged for the procedure that would tie the adamantium to his bone, but apparently that is the farthermost matter from his creative thinker, judging by his relaxed smile. goodness. The lastly thing we need right now is for such evil retentivity to surface.

"You have no estimation how long it's been since I've been able to slow down like this."

"Yes, I have. One hundred eighteen 24-hour interval, 9 hours, and 53 minutes."

"You're shittin'me."

This time I nod, ducking my head and glancing down into the water between my human knee, then looking up again from beneath my eyelashes with a minuscule grinning on my face. Yes, I suppose it is a rather feminine motion, but Logan finds it appealing, so I do it. superintendent Macho Man I am not. I will leave that to him.

Finally, I laugh and admit,"Ja. I am shitting you. The days are correct, but I have made up the rest of it."

During all this prison term, I have been painfully aware that the simple fact that he is here does not insure that it is permanent. When he left, he promised to return in club to let me know of his decision. So far, neither of us has touched upon that subject. Oklahoman or later, it must come up. But not just yet.

Sliding down so his consistency is fully submerged, he leans back far enough to duck his headway under the water to get his hair wet, then surfaces again, scrubbing the weewee out of his center and pushing his hairsbreadth back so that it lies plastered down to his head, which makes him look most unusual. He leans back once again. The tub is long enough that his legs can stretch out almost straight out along the bottom, one on either side of meat of where I still sit scrunched together. I am contentedness simply to watch him, enjoying his nude body. I want to consume grasp of that tempting cock and --

"You don't look veridical comfy down there, darlin ’. Let's see if we can't find a better way to dress ourselves. Here, try putting your vertebral column against me and lying sort of on top of me."

"Vhat ?"I ask playfully."You are really asking me to be on top ?"

"Yeah, I guess I am."

Carefully, I turn and slide up between his legs, then lie back as he suggested, trying not to let my weight sleep on his genitals. I have to bend my articulatio genus up and out of the water in orderliness to fit, not to mention maneuvering my bum down between my stage
then curling the end at the human foot of the tub. The end result is that I am resting essentially on the cornerstone of my fag end, but the water supply buoys me up so much that it is not uncomfortable for either of us. Logan, of row, is so burden down by the adamantium in his bones that he does not swim at all, while the water grade is much mellow than in modern-style bathtubs, so I am not left high and dry by being on top of him.

"You figured that out ahead of metre, didn't ya ?"

"Ja. As I told you, I have had plenty of time to lie around in this tub figuring out such things."

"And I suppose that's all ya did while you were in here ?"

"Vell, not exactly."

He gives a short laugh."I can imagine."Then his voice changes."Uh - Elf, what's this new aim on the back of your neck ?"

"I decided to cover the scar left from William Stryker's drug with something better."

"It's not another sin, is it ?"

"No. That's a Moravian star topology. It stands for hope and erotic love and hope that have been fulfilled. violent storm vas variety enough to do it for me, since it is in a place that vould be unmanageable for me to reach."

"storm, huh ? OK. Speaking of scars, why the interrogative sentence you asked me early on ?"

"Not too long ago, Mystique came here impersonating you. It - uh - took me a vhile before I realized it vas her."

"Oh. Oh !"The sluttish dawns."And you reacted the same way you did when you first saw me ?"

"Ja. Pretty much."I avert my eyes, but he lifts my chin.

"Darlin ’, don't vexation about it. That kick can fool damn near anyone. Did I ever tell ya about how she snuck into my collapsible shelter simulation to be dungaree, at Alkali Lake ?"

I shook my head."Vhat happened ?"

"well, let's just say she didn't get what she came for."

"I am afraid that she did get vhat she came for from me. But that vas my choice. I vill separate you the whole chronicle later on."

"How'd you figure out it wasn't me ? Oh wait. Those questions you asked me about the scar. She didn't know the result, right ?"

"Ja. Right."

He laughs.

"So why was she here, former than to screw you over ?"

"She vanted to tell apart me that I am her son, but she is not my mother. She is my father."

He takes a moment to think that over."You're sayin'she had shifted into a Male physical structure and fathered a kid with a womanhood, who became your mother ?"

"Exactly."

"I'll be damned ! I knew she could come along to be a man, but I didn't think the visual aspect was that - uh - complete."

"Vell, assuming she vas not lying to me, I am living proof that she can."

"You OK with that ?"

"For now, I vill accept it as possibly true."

He says naught. I am not sure enough if it is because he has naught more to say about Mystique, or if he could say Sir Thomas More but does not want to. The quiet lengthens. I wonder which of us will utter kickoff. I decide to put off satisfying my oddity about how well Mystique seemed to love him. Now is not the clip for that, and besides, I do not really like even if they have been lovers at some time in his past tense. That is not important.

The water system holds us both in its sensuous munition, and I feel more slack up than I might otherwise have been. I hope he does also.

"You been takin'guardianship of yourself while I've been gone ?"

"Oh, ja. I am fine."

His paw circle my turncock, moving slowly, beginning to waken me."I meant takin'maintenance of yourself in other mode, darlin ’. Like this."

"Of course."

"And were you imaginin'it was me while you were doin'it ?"

"Vell, a few metre I vas, ja."

"Only a few ? !"

"All right,"I admit."Sir Thomas More than a few. I - uh - also had a little help from my friends."I am not sure how he will react to this.

"Good. I'm glad to hear it. Lem me guess : storm, right ?"

"How did you know ?"

"Hey, you figure I'm deaf and dim ? I've seen how she looks at you sometimes, and the softheartedness in her interpreter. Not to mention the way her aroma changes when you're around. Haven't you noticed ?"

"Vell, to tell apart you the Truth -"

"Ah, Elf, you can be amazing naïve. I guess you'd like me to blame it on your not having my excellent gumption of smell, huh ?"

"Ja. That vould be kind of you."

He chuckles softly."Ya gon na tell me about it ?"

"Some day maybe,"I reply coyly, knowing perfectly well that I will, glad it is not going to be a problem between us. Yes, I know we have an open human relationship, but such a thing can be unmanageable to maintain in the really world.

"I bet ya did it plenty of times here in this tub, huh ?"

"Do you mean vith tempest, or vithout her ?"I ask archly.

"Well, I meant without her, but it really doesn't matter."He continues to languidly sour his hand up and down on my cock, which is beginning to react to his ministrations. I can experience his own hard-on poking against my rachis. I do not bid to try to figure out the logistics of sex in the tub just now, although I know we will try it eventually, probably when we are in the mood for something deadening and peaceful. It would be all too loose to make a outpouring of water all over the floor if we were not careful, and careful is not a skilful description of what happens when the two of us get enthusiastic about what we are doing.

"Genug !"I say."sufficiency of this. Let us get out of the tub before ve dissolve, ja ?"

"Ja, darlin ’. Definitely ja. I'm feelin'pretty waterlogged myself. But this was great."

We wash and rinse off quickly with the hand-held shower bath attachment as the weewee runs noisily down the waste pipe. While we are at it, I point out how the attachment can be hooked up to a bracket on the bulwark and evince him the shower curtain that can be pulled out and around the tub if we wish only to assume a shower, rather than a bath.

Even as I dry myself off, I can not admit my centre off of him. The piddle has flattened and darkened the hair on his body, so it lies against his peel in foresightful streaks. His muscles move smoothly beneath that skin as he rubs himself vigorously with a towel.

"Sure do need a shave,"he remarks to himself, examining his face close up in the mirror above our sink.

"Not now,"I blurt out.

He turns to see me staring at him intently, my penis jutting out from my inguen. He smiles.

"What'cha lookin'at, Elf ?"

"You. In case you had not noticed."

"I noticed, darlin ’. I noticed."

The towel drops to the floor. In less than a moment, his arms are wrapped around me from behind, one hand over my knocker with his thickened laurel wreath rubbing the tip of my toilsome nipple while the other bridge player is at my crotch.

I find myself pressed human face first up against the wall next to the cesspool. It is so expert to have his deal massaging my cock and lump, instead of my own hand.

"I know we've got stuff we have to talk about, darlin ’, but right now, all I want is my cock up that lovely amobarbital sodium ass of yours. And I'm unforced to bet a caseful of beer that you want it too."

"No bet, mein Schatz. I vould lose."His cock is already probing for my ass and I ache to hold him inside me, but I block his access code by covering my entryway with my rear end."Vait a second."

"What for ? Oh, yeah. Lube."

I am already fumbling around in the medicine cabinet above the sink, and before he can finish speaking, I have the subway of antibiotic unction in my hand and have opened the cap with my dentition, as my former hand is pressed 2-dimensional against the wall.

"Give it here,"he says.

Since it is essentially aught but Vaseline with an antibiotic mixed in, it will make for fine. As soon as he has applied it to his putz and my ass, he tosses the tube in the general focussing of the sink and goes back to what he was doing. By now, my fundament is no longer in his way, since it is securely wrapped around my correctly thigh.

I bend my knees just a bit and tip my pelvic arch to fix my opening more accessible to the hard cock already probing in between my buttocks, guided by the hand that had been fondling me.

Ah ! Ja - just there ! I shift slightly to put him right on target, offering him what we both so badly want. His swollen electric organ insistence into me and I accept it joyously. It is so good to experience him inside me again. I can not help a trembling suspiration of rest as I feel him push in deeper.

I do not believe I have ever been fucked while up against a wall like this. It is foreign to be standing here, with my arms folded at the elbow, forearms flat against the cool moistness surface. My face is turned to the rightfulness, while the underside of my cock rubs against the eloquence of the wall. Logan's hands are to either position of me, fingers splayed, while his eubstance is tight against my dorsum. It is somehow tea cozy, to be pinned like this. I am happily trapped, secure in his clutch, my ass skewered by his dick. I can feel his breath against my ear, his gasps, his groan of pleasure. The very curiousness of our side only increases my desire, as the sweet and muscular spasms grow stronger inside me. So goodness. So impossibly good. I have missed this so much. Ah, Gott ! If it could only conclusion forever !

"Elf, I can't hold off for long,"he warns me."Not this time."

"You vill not birth to."I barely get the wrangle out of my mouth before they turn into the incoherent sounds I make when I come. I can feel my semen spurting out against the wall, as Logan fills me with his own.

As if loth for it to be over so soon, we remain in this same position for a few minutes longer. I can feel his member soften inside me, and soon I will not be able to keep it where it is any longer. But for now, I am substance to pick up my breath and stay right as I am.

Logan's backtalk caress the tip of my ear, then he whispers,"You win, Elf. I'm back if you still want me."

I start to respond, but he cuts me off."No, don't say anything yet. Not until after I tell you about what happened while I was away. Then you can decide."

I nod my reluctant correspondence. Oh dear God, let him not have done something horrifying again !

After that, he leans away. As I too step back from the wall, I can see the deep gouges my fingernails have made in the sheetrock. Mount Logan notices what I am looking at and laughs. Then he runs a finger through the splodge of sticky cum down below the gouges and fray it on the tip of my nose.

"I take it you enjoy fucking wall, darlin ’,"he informs me, barely stifling more laughter.

"Zum Teufel, Logan !"I exclaim, wiping my olfactory organ with a piece of toilet theme from the bankroll. But I can not affirm my delusive anger any prospicient and end up laughing myself.

"Don't forget to cleanse the remainder of it off the paries, Elf,"he says as his parting guesswork as he strides out the lavatory door.


By the meter I leave the toilet, he is no longer in our bedroom."Logan ?"I query.

"In here."The voice comes from the open door next to the bathroom, which leads to his discipline, just as the room access on the opposite wall leads to mine.

I pick up the light fleece cover that lies on top of the bureau under our bedroom window, wrapping it around my shoulders to guard off the shivering from the air-conditioning as I go into the other way. Logan is standing there wearing zippo but the T. H. White boxers covered with red maple leaves that I gave him as a joke gift on his final stage birthday. It looks rather idiotic, but I decide we have done sufficiency laughing for now, so I do not comment.

Mount Logan is in the process of looking around his room, seeming a bit puzzled."Elf, did ya clean up in here while I was away or somethin'?"

"Uh - vell, I might suffer. Just a trivial bit. I could not abide to see the beer cans lying around, and I just had to abandon the tripe, and throw out anything in your picayune electric refrigerator that was spoiled or rotten. I may feature dusted a few places. But I did not bear upon anything else, like your blade or your picture. Oh, and I did do the laundry, but that is all fold up and on top of your dresser."

He really is not that a great deal of a slob, but his way is usually somewhat messier and far less organized than my own. The lounge is old and rather scramble up, but there is nix I can do about that. I did pass over the scuffmarks from his boots off of the coffee table, which he often uses as a footstool, but I think I will not mention that. I also will not cite that I emptied and washed his ashtrays, then sprayed the room with air freshener until I could barely smell the tobacco smoke anymore. Oh, and then I washed the window curtains, to get rid of more of it. This is the alone elbow room in the mansion house where Logan is permitted to smoke, so I know I can never give the smell go away for adept. Fortunately, he mostly goes outside to enjoy his foul cigars.

Giving the room another quick glance, he settles himself on the couch, his bare feet propped up on the coffee tabular array I have just mentioned. He reaches for the box where he keeps his cigars, then remembers I am here and closes the lid."Don't say it, Elf. I'm not gon na, even though I am technically in my own room."

"Danke."

Patting the cushion next to him, he says,"C'mon over and sit down."

I do so, tucking my wool blanket around me and snuggling against him.

"Cozy ?"

"Ja."

"OK, here goes. I spent the offset hebdomad just doing what I usually do in the wilderness : enjoyin'the solitude, hunting game, running and climbing and just generally wearin'myself out physically, then sleepin'like a log. Somehow, I don't seem to sustain nightmares when I'm out there. I can rest better. My drumhead feels clearer and my sensation sharper. I'm just more alive.

"After that, I settled down some. I'd sit by a pretty footling falls and stare at it for hours, just thinkin ’. Or I'd picket a sundown until the lead came out, then watch the stars wheel around through the sky. It was tardily natural spring and headin'for summer, so the weather was mild, considerin ’. Not the frigid peace of winter, but the pale green of new liveliness just starting its cps once again. At duration, it dawned on me that this could be a fourth dimension of change, or new beginnings. That things were never over and done, but only circles, going round and troll in an eternal wheel of life-time. Maybe it was time for me to move on also. But where ? Which way should I go ? What should I continue and what should I discard ?

"The restlessness grew in me, as each day gave way to the next and I watched nature renew itself around me. way seemed to guide away from this moment in all directions, but which one did I want to choose ?

"One such path led to S.H.I.E.L.D. But I had walked in that direction already, and I felt a distinct aversion to what I had found.

"Another led back to the X-Men. I liked the scene there much ripe, but there were memories of regret and nuisance, of loss and death. And you.

"Yet another path could have got me as loss leader of the X-Men, but I led them to viciousness, corruption, and looseness. I explored other paths where I led them to victory and peace. But those peaceful paths were too specialise, too loaded, too high for me to scale. And if I were to fail, those paths would lead to their death. Charlie's aspiration and ideals would number to nothing.

"No, not that way, I decided. The path of a loss leader was not for me. But you were on that path also.

"I traced way of life away from all that had gone before. One of an ordinary bicycle human life, where I did not make to be always a sub, unattackable and resourceful, brave and bold face. way where I stayed as I was now, isolated from people, gratis from refinement, wild and unrestrained.

"Still uncertain, I returned to the small townspeople where I had stored my bike, in rescript to yell Nick Fury and separate him I was through with S.H.I.E.L.D, through with assassination and torment and cloak-and-dagger charge. I won't say such thing may not be necessary at certain sentence and under certain circumstances, but I can not muse doing it anymore without revulsion.


"You made me see that, Elf. Not with Word of God, but with action mechanism. And with love.

"That takes me as far as, let's see now, mid-June ? Yes. And I was going to point back here then, but something happened."

He stops short, staring out the window and into the aloofness. I lift my question from his articulatio humeri and kiss his cheek."Logan ?"

"Oh ! Sorry, darlin ’. I was - thinking. Rare for me, huh ?"he jokes.

"Vhat stopped you from coming back ?"

"I ran into someone I never expected to see and he told me a lot about my past. I don't wan na lecture about all that now. I'm still tryin'ta get it straight in my head. Like you with Mystique, I'm not sure how much of it I can trust."

"I can vait. Vhen you are cook to secernate me, I vill be ready to listen."

"Ya ain't gon na like it, darlin ’. While we were together up there, I did some matter -"

I interrupt him before he can say anymore."Did you harm anyone ?"

"No. Unless you want to reckon myself."

"Umm. Vell then, it does not matter, since you are here, sane and in one piece."

He says nothing to that.

"Shall I tell you now vhether I vant you back ?"I ask hopefully.

"Not yet."He turns towards me, the arm around my articulatio humeri becoming more tense."Let's not gull ourselves, darlin ’. You're lettin'yourself in for hassle by being my lover. Make no mistake, Elf : you are playing with your own decease here."

I look at him, meeting his eyes directly."You warned me about that back when we first got together. I have been doing it for respective years already. Vhy should I stop now ?"

"Because it's just gotten much more dangerous to be someone very close to me."But he does not distinguish me why that should be so. Perhaps that person from his past ? Or perhaps S.H.I.E.L.D is after him for quitting and I could end up as verificatory damage ?

"Considering your track record vith vimmen, mein Freund, it has alvays been very grave to be your lover. There has never been a time vhen I have not known that to be true."

He seems almost to flinch when I tell him that, but I am not sure why. Suddenly, he changes the subject.

"Remember that last night I was here, when you took the dormancy pills and said not to ignite you up when I left ?"

"Ja, natürlich. How could I forget ?"

"Well, I laid there awake holding you in my arms for a very long time, thinking about how we'd just had sex, knowing how hard it must consume been for you to let me go, and all that sort of stuff. calendar month later, while I was still trying to figure out what I should do, where I wanted to go with my liveliness, curled up in my sleeping bag in the centre of nowhere side by side to a dying fire, that nighttime came back into my mind. And I felt how very empty-bellied my arms were without you in them. I knew then that I just had to come back to you, because I couldn't do this all by myself. certainly, I could lay off working with S.H.I.E.L.D. I could even resign being an X-Man, if I had to. But I couldn't spend the sleep of my life history without you beside me, unless that was how you wanted it to be. It was at that moment that I made up my mind. So what's it to be, Kurt ? It's your call."

"I vill give you an response that you vill understand perhaps comfortably than simple vords."I get up from the couch."Come. It vill be substantially if ve go into the bedroom for this."

He remains sitting."Elf, I don't want sex to be the answer to that doubtfulness. I need to know something more conclusive."

I take his custody and attract him to his metrical unit."It vill not be sex, I promise you."

He nods and follows me into the other room.

I grab an old towel from the bathroom, then turn on the reading material light clipped to the headboard of our bed, tipping it so that it casts a smart light onto the bed. I lie down on my stomach with my back in the puddle of light.

"You vill notice that there are no scars on my back, early than the one on my neck opening that we talked about earlier."

"So what's that got to do with anything ?"he demands impatiently."I figured you just ran out of sins."

"Mein Schatz, it may change state out that you are my greatest sin. But that's not for me to decide."I lay my brow on my thwart arms."Make me yours. score me. exhibit the vorld that I belong to you."

"What do you have in mind ?"

"Must I spell it out for you ? Use your blades to carve your mark into my flesh."

"I can't do that !"

"Vhy not, if I vish it ?"

"It will hurt."

"And you think I do not realize that ?"I ask archly.

"I've already hurt you enough."

"corporate trust me, this is a different variety of hurt. Like you and your extending leaf blade, I am used to feeling it."

"Uh - you real sure ?"

"If I vere not, vould I be lying here like this ?"

I feel him shift his weight on the bed and I know he is considering the logistics of vhat I have asked.

"How long can you declare your breath, darlin'?"

When I hear that, I know I have won."A minute and a half, at least. Is that enough ?"

"More than enough."I feel him kneel next to me and pick up the snikt of his pincer extending. But it is a very soft auditory sensation, as if they are not out very far. Makes sense. He is too close to me to extend them fully and still have got room between us."Take a duet of deep breath first, then hold it when I tell you to. The center agate line will be down your prickle, and the skin is thin above the vertebrae. If you move at the incorrect time -"

"I vill not proceed. Do it."

He does. I feel the familiar nuisance rake slowly and carefully down my backbone in three long lines from shoulder to just above my tail. It seems to take forever, but I know that is not the verity. I react just as I have always reacted to the feeling of a knife on my figure : the painfulness combines with that thrill of pleasure deep interior, and I must suppress the impulse to hitch my breath and arch my rachis in robotic reaction. This time it is better than ever before, because it is his hand that does this to me, not my own. It is my glutton who cuts his symbol into my torso. This is not the admonisher of a sin. It is a reminder of his love for me, and mine for him, and that cuts more deeply than any password. I will never be able to see this scar directly, but only in a mirror, just as I know that I will very seldom hear his love for me in wrangle, but only see it in his activeness. But he will see this mark every night when he holds me in his implements of war. He will see it, and he will make love, and he will eff that I know.

Then the cutting plosive, and it is safe for me to catch one's breath again. Logan remains crouched above me, frozen. I have not heard anything. Perhaps he is a bit shocked over what he has done.

"Mein Schatz,"I whisper carefully."Retract your claws."

"Huh ?"Dazed."Oh. Yeah."

The claw disappear, but still he remains where he is. I can palpate the tickle of origin oozing from the slashes and down the face of my dorsum onto the towel. I am about to say something when his clapper begins to lick the tickle away. At concluding, I relax. I am almost asleep when he starts spraying the slash with antiseptic.

"Ow !"I protest.

"Oh, so now you're gon na complain, huh ? delay still, so I can get this spray stuff where it belongs and not all over the sheets."

"Sorry. You startled me."

"You gon na be able to sleep OK ?"

"Ja. I vas almost asleep a second ago."

"You're in the middle of the bed, darlin ’. movement over a little."

A sane request, under the circumstances. I scrunch over gingerly toward my face, facing the window. I arrange myself so that I am lying facedown, with my veracious cubital joint bent and hanging almost over the edge of the bed, while that deal is snugly tucked under my pillow.

Under ordinary bicycle portion, we would both be lying on our slope, my back to his chest of drawers, with his arm draped across my waistline and one of his thigh between mine. But these are not ordinary circumstances, so I can only produce myself comfortable as best I can without touching him.



Later on that night, I am awakened when the bed shifts suddenly. It is probably only Logan, getting up to visit the bathroom or go green goddess one of his cigars. Without moving, I crack one eye open up a little to calculate around, just to be surely. Moonlight is shining into the way, falling across my look and upper eubstance. There is a form silhouetted against the window, but it is hard to make out in detail against the luminousness of the synodic month. I have barely begun to get alarmed when I realize it is only Logan, awake and standing at one side of the window, looking extraneous. He is turned somewhat sideways, so as my eyes adapt to the moonlight, I can piddle out some of the incline of his face and his upper berth arm, while the rest is hidden in the shadows.

I smile slightly at the sight of him there, but I also wonder why he is not still lying beside me. I close my eyes, ready to succumb to slumber once again. But nap does not come easily. It is still too new to me that he is here again, secure and willing to stay with me. I savor the joy I am feeling at his bearing. I even savor the rawness of my rear, because it represents his commitment to being my partner.

Fifteen minutes later, he is still standing there and I am still happily wake up, sneaking a quick glimpse at him every now and again.

At shoemaker's last, he makes a very soft satisfied speech sound and comes back to bed. As the mattress shift to admit his weight, he says softly,"You can hold on faking now, Elf. I know you're awake. I could hear it when your respiration changed."

I should have known that. Oh well.

"What's the matter ? Your back bothering you ?"

"Nein. Something voke me. You seemed so intent on gazing out the vindow that I did not vant to disturb you. That is all."

"persuasion I heard a noise exterior, so I was just checkin'it out."

"For that farseeing ?"

"Hey, ya never know. Sometimes it pays to realize sure. You go on back to sleep, darlin ’. It was nothin ’."

The bed shifts again as he gets comfortable. I miss being in our usual position, but it will not be long before my back heals enough for us to do that again. As it is, his paw can not help searching for my tail and holding it gently, as if even now he wishes to promise himself that I am there, prophylactic and sound.

At offset, that makes me feel respectable, but then I start to wonder what dangers he fears will come in after us, that he is so practically on sentry duty and so watchful that a svelte unfamiliar randomness can get him to our window. He tried to warn me of this earlier, but I would not listen.

As his breather slows and evens out and I feel his body unbend into catch some Z's, I am now the one who is all-encompassing awake and staring suspiciously at the iniquity. I guess I am going to have to get used to this feeling.


When I awaken the take after first light, I find Mount Logan sitting cross-legged on the bed. He has pulled the covers entirely down and is just staring at my defenseless body, almost as if he is in a spell. I am not at all sure what to make of this, so I lie there for a while. The cuts on my cover have stiffened and I know it will hurt when I begin to be active. For the next week or so, I will be reminded, not of a sin, but of the fact that pain is often an integral voice of dear. And I will triumph in it, each twinge telling me once again that I am his. I lie there peacefully, luxuriating in this thought.

He blinks his optic, once, twice. A feel of attention returns to his boldness, as if he is coming back from some former place.

"Elf, darlin ’, fist-fuck me."

This is goose egg like what I might give birth expected as a forenoon greeting."Vas ?"

"You heard me. I told you someday, and someday is here. earn me yours, as I have made you mine."

Mein Gott, he means it ! He seriously wants my mitt up his ass. All of a sudden, I am nervous about this.

"My finger - the nails - I could do damage -"

"You won't, darlin ’. But if you do, I'll heal, as always. I'm gnu goat'much less of a prospect with you than you took letting me inside you."He smiles."Don't concern. I'll talk of the town you through it, if you've never done it before."

"Vell, as a untried boy, Herr Grüber had me do it to my client a few sentence. But vhen I got older, no one vanted my mitt inside them anymore."I spread my fingers as far apart as they can go, displaying my thickheaded fingernails.

"I guess they didn't ! But I can endure a lot Thomas More damage than your customers could. I cleaned myself out real good, so you should be capable to get your hand pretty far in."I must still look as storm as I feel, as he has to encourage me even further."C'mon, Elf. It was you that asked if you could fist me, recollect ?"

His Logos are confident and sure enough, but the flavour of his voice does not quite back them up.

"Vhen did you decide you vanted this ?"

"A little while ago, while I was sitting here watching you."

"Vhy ?"

"I was watching you because you're beautiful, darlin ’, and I like looking at you. In slip you haven't noticed, it turns me on."

"I have noticed. But that vas not my doubt. Vhy do you suddenly vant me to do this ? There is Thomas More to it than you have said, nicht wahr ?"

"I'm - well, I'm really not sure exactly."

I sit up and stroke the slope of his facial expression with my hand. He is more upset than he is letting show."Mein Schatz, are you sealed you are ready for this ?"

"Yeah. But I can tell you right now that I ain't gon na like it."

"Then vhy should ve do this ?"

"Because I need to."

His Bible make me recognise that I need to also, but I am afraid I will not be able to do it well enough. Perhaps he feels the same way.

"All right, you have talked me into it."

Logan reaches into the bed drawer of his nightstand and comes up with a green nitrile glove like the one he used when fisting me."Here. This will cater some security for my delicate ass. If you can figure out how to get it on your mitt, that is."

I just grinning. Opening my own nightstand, I take a pair of larger and laboured gloves out of the tush drawer. They are meant for dishwashing, not medical routine like the one Logan is offering me, but the sections for the finger are much declamatory. It is also undimmed neon scandalmongering. I have already tucked the 3rd and fifth finger sections of the glove inside out, so I slide my own fingerbreadth into the remaining three plane section fairly easily. I hold my bridge player up to demo Logan, wiggling my finger."See ? The people of color even goes vell vith my skin."

"Why do I get the feelin'that you've given this some thought already, darlin ’, and you're not nearly as loath as you sound ?"

I duck my head and flavor at him from underneath my eyelash."Vell, I may consume done that,"I reply coyly.

"hoot, Elf,"he says, laughing."Sometimes I wonder who really is the top around here after all."

I teleport directly into his lap with my pegleg wrapped around his waist and my ass pressing down on his erecting. Before he can respond, my weaponry are around his neck and my clapper deep into his mouth, taking advantage of his gasp of surprisal. Then I pull away, grab a handful of his robustious hair, and jerk his head teacher back.

"Lie down and spread your legs, mein Schatz, and I vill read you."I am not quite so sure-footed as I am pretending to be, but I do not need him to suppose he must tell me how to do this. As I discovered for myself when Mount Logan did it to me, a big part of fisting depends on the bottom being able to have enough trust in his spouse that he can let himself go and really get into what is happening. If he has to vexation himself with what I am doing, it will not be as trade good. And I want so practically for him to allow me to move over him this pleasure, as he once did for me. I am not sure of how I myself will react, but I know how I want him to respond : I want him to feel the same kind of absolute surrender that I felt.

He lets me push him back on the bed, where I prop him up on some pillows so I can more easily contact his anus. He looks at me with that shit-eating grin on his human face that I love so lots and says,"Have at it, Elf."

His penis is already rigid and shakiness, without any far touch from me but just because of his own anticipation. I must not disappoint him. I have already gotten the Crisco out of the box on my nightstand. As I slather the soft bloodless goo generously onto my hand and his ass, I talk to him.

"Unlike that fourth dimension you fisted me, I have not been taken by surprise. In addition to raking back through my memories of fisting grownup in my childhood, I have also looked up information about it, both online and from Word of God, because I knew this day vould do, sooner or later, and I vanted to be ready. I know I can not harm you no matter vhat I do, but that does not mean I vish to be careless and cause you pain."I begin massaging his anus, while my other bridge player simply holds his hard cock lightly."I vant to make you feel as intensely as you made me sense. I vant to touch your soulfulness, as you touched mine. That is not something that can be done in ignorance."

I insert a finger into him, confident that the glove safely blunts my nails. He opens easily to that, as I expect, but I push far in regardless, then withdraw and add my 2nd finger. This is also not hard for him to reconcile, but I work them around inside him, twisting and spreading my fingers. I add my quarter round, sliding it right down the groove formed by my former two digit, pushing my mitt in deeper and stretching him more widely. My knuckle press against his sphincter muscle now, but I encounter no real ohmic resistance. He is breathing deeply and regularly, middle closed, mouth opening slightly as he inhales, head tilted back, looking both concentrated and relaxed, both at the same time.

I slide in easily, and am left with the ring of brawn gripping only my wrist. I am almost surprised to find my hand inside his trunk, it has happened so suddenly. I stare at the strange wad, trying to comprehend what I have done. It is so incredible and yet also entirely derisory. I feel as if I should laugh, but do not.

I am in him, not with my cock, which is accustomed to being enclosed in that way and is something intended for such a intention, but with my hand, which is meant to have-to doe with and feel, explore and use. This is definitely more informal, an act of conscious weighing, not an instinctive reaction to sexual desire. I am almost afraid that I have dared to do such a affair. My mitt is actually inside my lover.

But I must not let him call back I am being hesitant."trade good. Very good,"I say, as if it happened just as I had expected it to. I clench my bridge player into a fist and hear him draw in a breathing place. I wiggle my finger's breadth and he moans.

I push forward gently, in time with the wrench of his organic structure. My fingers seem enclosed in a living tunnel of bod. I stroke the sonant inside of that burrow with the metacarpophalangeal joint of my thumb and it yields. I feel the might of what I have done, as the slightest movement of my hand causes him to gasp. If I were to spread my fingers and force them into him, I could penetrate the lean and relatively flimsy walls of his rectum far promiscuous than I could a cleaning lady's vagina. It occurs to me that I could vote out an ordinary man like that. A shiver of horror runs through me. It would not be an easy way to die.

"Elf ? You okay ?"

I open my center, startled to realize that I have closed them. Mount Logan is looking at me.

"Uh - ja. I should be the one asking you that,"I admit, ashamed of my lapse in concentration.

"You're doin'fine. Go deeper, darlin ’. I want it and I can ingest it, don't worry."

I nod."If that is vhat you vant, that is vhat I vill give you. Now be quiet. I vill talk to you. You vill not talk to me. Verstehst du ?"

"Jawohl, mein Herr,"he replies softly, with just a touch of amusement in his voice."I understand."

I push carefully, watching my articulatio radiocarpea vanish even further, the distances now measured more in mm than centimeter. It seems too easy. Even through the baseball glove, I feel the heat of his body. There is little resistance as I push further into that slippery burrow, but I am aware of a pack of growing constriction where my forearm begins to broaden. I stop for a time, opening and closing my fingers, watching his face for any sign of pain as I do so. There is only a kind of slack-jawed look, a slight parting of his lips.

"Ah, you like that, do you ? Do you also like this ?"

I clench my fist tightly, causing the brawniness in my arm to tighten up and bunch up. He sucks a shaky breath through his mouth, and heart murmur something incoherent.

I relax my arm and lantern slide in a little more. A sharp intake of breath as I reach his prostate with the base of my thumb. I angle my bridge player so that I can press harder and am rewarded with a louder groan of pleasance. His face now wears that intensely centralize expression that means incipient sexual climax. I do not even have sentence to match his hammer before he comes hard, his seed splattering over his own pectus."Yes,"I encourage him."That is vhat I vant to see. turn over it to me. sacrifice it all to me."

watching him, I have time to agnise that my penis is throbbing with desire, leaking pre-cum, but I do not like to go there now. I remember what it was like when Logan fisted me, the almost trance-like state I went into, where pleasure was a constant and only the intensity varied from time to time. I want him to feel that, as I did, so I will ignore my desire and concentrate only on his.

I again crusade further into him as his body relaxes after coming. I am not sure how deeply he has been opened before, but he shows no sign of discomfort, so I can not be hurting him.

But now I encounter a slightly different feeling, as if that soft burrow has developed a curve. Experimenting with my for the first time finger, I extend it carefully around that turn. I wiggle it gently, then follow the maiden finger with the second one, moving forward only very slowly so that the curve allows itself to square away out and slide over my brass knuckles. If I am remembering correctly the physical body images I have studied, this should be the get-go of his sigmoid Aspinwall. There will be more curves beyond this one, and each must be entered and gently persuaded to square away out or I will get no further.

This takes time and longanimity, but as I continue to succeed in my endeavour, I begin to become accustomed to the sensation. I wish I did not necessitate the baseball glove, so that my fingertips could cook a more intimate contact. My eyes are closed now, all my immersion on the flyspeck increments of progress as I make them. I am almost oblivious to what exactly it is that I am doing, so focussed am I on working my hired man deeper into his gut.

My cock twitch with pleasure, and I feel that cover girl sensation deep inside my own dead body, throbbing, pulling, clenching, wanting, growing stronger until I realize I am moaning softly with the chroma of my own building desire. But I can not seem to make him share that unbelievable feeling.

I open my oculus, and see that my cubital joint isn't far from following where my hand has led the way. No, I really have no business doing that. I do not possess the experience to risk pushing into him much deeper. But there is one more bend at my fingertips. I seem to palpate his jiffy, perhaps from the proximity of my hired hand to his aorta. I can not resist the try to go this finale bit of distance.

This breaking ball is precipitous, more upwards, with the entrance touch sensation slightly pocket-size. There is less flexibility here. One finger massages the walls, coaxing, seeking to carry his consistency to allow me in deeper. I want so a great deal to soak up from him the response that can easily be triggered in me : a gently repeated clenching of my pelvic muscles, not so intense and sustained as the hard spasms of orgasm, but intensely pleasurable nonetheless. Perhaps this concluding barrier will be the key to making him feel it.

My probing finger slides around that curve, but the following finger can not quite make it. I settle for using that showtime finger to tickle and tease the place immediately beyond the curve.

With a half-gargled"Guhh ! ”, his fists clench into the bedcovers and his nipper extend. His physical structure arches upwards and he ejaculates again. This time it is too much. Watching him pushes me so close to the edge that I can not avail but use my disengage mitt to clear my own release as Mount Logan collapses, panting and retracting his pincer. I pull my mind away from my attenuation coming and endeavour to appraise the situation.

My arm is now inside him up to my cubital joint, with his anatomical sphincter stretched tightly around the all-encompassing portion of my forearm.

"I can palpate your heartbeat, mein Schatz,"I tell him."I now know vhat it means to palpate someone from the interior. Es ist wunderbar, aber auch erschreckend."

Yes, it may be wonderful and also terrifying, but this is not yet where I want him to be. It is not I who must feel the wonder and the holy terror, if I vish to ingest his trust as he had mine. It is him.

Although some part of me would like to jam my arm into him as far as my shoulder, I know I am not experienced enough at this to dare to do that. Slowly, I begin to endorse my hand out.

I have another idea, something I did only once as a child. Of class, my hands were much smaller then, but that is what brought the mind into my head. I have felt that"too well-heeled"entrance before, and I recall what Herr Grüber told me to do in order to fulfil my customer.

I see the slight frown on his font as he realizes what I am doing. Before he can protest, I say quickly,"Do not think I am finished vith you. I have not yet gotten from you vhat I vant. It is not over. In a vay, it is just beginning."

His eyes open and he is staring at me with something akin to fear ruffle in with his surprise.

"I did not say that you could spread your eyes."Reacting to my tone of command, he swiftly closes them again. good. I am making progression. It is hard for me to be this overbearing. It is simply not my habituate style.

My fingers retreat as I continue to overstretch my arm back. I am suddenly mindful that I have gone beyond the edge of my baseball mitt without even noticing and my essence skips a pulse. I calm myself. Even that should be no job. If nothing else, I can harbour the mitt tightly with my fingers as I withdraw my hand.

In another instant, I have pulled my hand free, the baseball glove giving me no problem at all, as I had hoped.

Quickly, I wipe to the highest degree of the lubricating substance off my gloved hand, then use it to prevail the other baseball mitt, so I can get it onto my left paw. Not as slowly as it sounds, and I fumble around a bit.

"Kurt ? What are you doing ?"

"You vill regain out soon enough."Ah ! The baseball mitt is on. I reach for the Crisco again, rubbing a generous amount onto my hands and smearing a newly coating on his anus."Think back to vhat you told me shortly before you fisted me, Logan."

"Give me a suspension, darlin ’. I told you a lot of matter before I fisted you."

"I'm thinking of one thing in fussy. One very important thing."

He turns his heart away from me when he answers."Uh - I can't remember in item. Did it have to do with trust ?"

"Ja. You said, ‘ I know what you're afraid of. Trust me. It ain't gon na happen ’."

"Your storage is best than mine."

"Stop trying to distract me."I keep tranquility and very still for a moment, to let that slump in."Now you must trust me. But you must not only trust me vith your body, as I did you vith mine. That vould be too easy, since I can not truly impairment you the way you can harm me. You must trust me also vith your heart. And you can not do that unless you vill cede to me. Stop trying to show me how easily you can allow me the use of your torso. block up trying to record me anything at all. Leave all this to me. I vant you to turn all ascendancy over to me, and swear me to use it visely. I vant you to do this out of your love for me, trusting in my sexual love for you. I can not ram this from you ; you must give it freely."

"I know."He sounds chastened now, not very much like the usual glutton. Let us see if I can preserve him that way.

All the while I have been speaking to him, I have been slowly working my correctly handwriting back into his anus. My knuckle duster slide in now, much more easily than before, if such a thing is possible. Now comes the difficult contribution, for me as well as for him.

"Close your eyes, and keep them closed,"I rules of order him sternly.

"Elf ? Why can't I look ? What are you doing ?"For the first of all clock time, he sounds uncertain. Good !

"I vant no more of your vords. Now you vill listen to me. It is time for you to gift me the same trust that I once gave you, for I vant to have you the same exquisite experience that you once gave me."

wrapper my opposite thumb and third finger around my good wrist, I start very slowly pushing the halfway finger into him, keeping it tucked tightly into the rut formed by my right palm.

"The ecstasy of sex is not a shameful thing. It is holy,"I tell him, hoping to trouble him from what I am doing and at the same metre take it very clear why I am so set on doing this."Vhy do you mean that religious mystic down through the years have often described labor union vith God in price that verge on the intimate ? They vere not unavare of vhat they vere saying. Quite the opposite, in fact."

He opens his mouth, as if he is getting ready to indicate with me, but all he does is inhale sharply. He should be able to feel the stretching now, as the finger is almost in and the rest of my left wing hired hand is pressing against his anus.

"Unh ! Ahh ! Jesus roll in the hay Christ, Elf ! What the fuck are ya doin'? Ohh !"

"Shh. You vill come up out soon enough. Do not open your eyes. Pay attention to vhat I am telling you."I resume my lecture."Sex at its comfortably is cede and victory, both at once. It is a hungriness to ready bang to all of macrocosm, to open yourself to the sanctity of the vorld. It is that vhich can never truly be described, but only felt ; something that can not be told to others but can only be experienced."

He grunts, letting his headspring drop back and breathing once again in through his olfactory organ and out through his oral fissure. His breath slows as he tries to accommodate my third finger.

"But it is also more fragile than the finest porcelain,"I continue,"and as fleeting as the snowflake that thaw in your hand, for it can be broken by the tiniest of things and defiled beyond measurement or comprehension."

"Elf, you're scarin'me. Stop, please."

There is genuine fearfulness in his voice, but I do not specify to stop now.

"There is nothing terrible occurrence. I am not going to hurt you. I could not if I tried. I know how difficult this is for you, but difficult does not think impossible."I finish my plea in an intense voicelessness."Bitte, du musst mir vertrauen."

"Mmhhmm,"he moans in torment arrangement. My finger gaffe inside and I begin to work my thumb gently against his sphincter.

"Gut. Ganz gut,"I reassure him."This is the experience I vish to offer to you, mein Schatz, for you have seen and known far too much of the defilement and debasement of desire, and far too small of the incredible sanctity of sex."

My thumb pushes through and my fingers interlace inside him.
"On a certain spirit level, it can suit the gamey form of sharing vith God."

Even as I say this, I realize that my hands are now clasped together just as they would be if I were praying, with my fingers alternately entwined.

Meanwhile, he appears almost out of it, eyelids flutter, mouth open slightly, and a unusual looking on his face.

"Logan ?"I say softly."You can open your eyes now, if you vish."

"Uuhh,"is the only response I get.

"Logan ? You still vith me ?"

"Yeesss. I - recall so."

I breathe a suspiration of relief.

"I don't need ta open my oculus. You've got both hands in me, haven't ya ?"

"Ja. Is it all right ?"

"Ganz gut, mein Herr."

goodness. He still has a sense of humor, if he can answer me like that. He is totally OK with what I have done. Addressing me with the equivalent weight of"Sir"is not truly essential, and is very likely an attempt at soft satire, but it does sound nice coming from him, considering.

"Mein Schatz, I do not intend to draw my hands in any mystifying, as I do not believe I have the experience necessity for that. But I do vant to be sure you enjoy this, so I vill try a few things vhile I am here."

keeping my hands clasped, I wiggle the tips of my digit a bit, just enough that I think he will finger it.

He does. His body arches as his muscular tissue clench around my hands."Oh god !"he gasps.

I do it a few more than clip, moving a bit more each time.

"Oh, Jesus nookie Jesus Christ, that feels terrific, Elf ! Thomas More than terrific !"

"Bitte, no more blasphemy, ja ?"I request.

He gives a fiddling chuckle."Oh gosh, darlin ’, that feels wonderful."

Now he is clearly teasing me. No matter. At least he is reacting to what I am doing.

I want to be able to reach his genitals, to arouse him further, but both of my hands are unavailable for this purpose. Ah, but my tail is free ! How could I have forgotten that ?

Carefully, I bring it around in figurehead of me, just allowing the flat open of the end to graze his balls. He starts, then realizes what it is."Oh yeah,"he gasps."Oh yeah."

Just before the arrow-shaped end, my tail is very narrow and also extremely compromising. I coil it into several loops around the lance of his penis, which has drooped slightly. This immediately recalls his cock to life. It stiffens and begins thrusting forward within the broad circlet formed by my tail.

My tail moves with him, but gently, softly, slowing him down so he has time to feel and treasure each cold-shoulder bit of these scrumptious sensations. The motion of his hip also causes my hands to prompt inside him. I accentuate that rubbing, delicately stroking with a varying compounding of fingers.

I feel that faint quiver of his insides that I am so employ to feeling in myself, that horse sense of drawing in a want trespasser, that exquisite yearning, the need to surrender and give your physical structure to another.

I have at net made him feel that internal spasming. My hands are being squeezed regularly now, and I can see the slender twitching and release of the brawniness in his lower abdomen that accompanies it. Each time, he makes a easy sound, as I do when I feel it happening within me.

"Elf, what the -- ?"

"Shh, shh. This is all right. This is good. This is vhat I have been trying to do to you. still yourself. Vhat do you feel ?"

"It's - it's like an unseeable finger has reached inside me and is stirring something around just below my bladder, making everything twitch. Aahh !"

Verdammt ! He has just described it skillful than I have ever been able to.

"Ja, that is it. Do not fight it. take on it. A sorting of steady-state horse sense of continuing joy, not entirely voluntary, but not completely unvoluntary either. It is happening inside me even now, just from feeling it within you."

"I never imagined -"

I cut him off."Shh. Too many vords. Just flavor. Just be."

All too easily now, I could take my own advice and freewheel off into my individual globe of ecstasy. But I must not. If I give myself over to that wondrous sense, I will bury what I am doing and lose my focus on Logan. You wanted control, Kurt, I remind myself. province is the price of controller. Pay it. He is what counts now, not your delight.

Speaking of private populace, Logan appears to be off in his own, consumed entirely by the sensations he has never felt before. With no more extra member left to use, I lay my cheek lightly on his abdomen just above his groin, where I can feel the pin-up vellication of his heftiness deep inside. Whether or not he will be able to summon up this pleasure during our common sex, at least he will understand how I feel.

I raise my head, then lean forward over him as far as I can. Without even expecting him to hear me, I whisper softly,"Ich liebe dich so sehr."

His barely audible reply astounds me on Thomas More level than one.

"Ich dich auch."

Tears fill up my eyes and overrun to dribble down upon his belly. Herrgott ! He has actually said that he loves me !

Something inside me thaw and I lose track of everything except acute joy and ever-mounting pleasure. We are synchronized now, the calendar method of those internal cramp that work their conjuration inside us both running together. In my wildest dreaming, never did I imagine such a thing could come about.

Time dissolves into the stage consequence. Enveloped in this shared experience, I can barely separate where my body ends and his begins. I am moaning and whimpering helplessly in the grip of an overwhelming sensory faculty of happiness and repose such as I have never felt before. Oh Gott, it is too a good deal ! I can not incorporate this overabundance of love. I will surely soon detonate into a million quiver composition and each piece will sing of its incredible joy.

Department of Energy this ineffable touch sensation last for a moment or an hr ? I do not know. All I know is that the usual version of reality seeps slowly back into my fevered brainpower. I must get all this to a conclusion, before we both drop dead of exhaustion, or too lots delight.

I press one surface of the flat end piece of music of my can against the tip of Mount Logan's almost painfully swell, leaking cock. null more is needed to push him over the edge. I can feel his germ pumping through his penis with the volute of my bum. That is enough to set me off also. Too wrung out to even shout, we both let out a strange strangling moan, which could as easily indicate nuisance as pleasure. I collapse, my upper organic structure on top of him, too weak to move.

As may be expected, Logan recovers before I do.

"sufficiency, Elf."

"Out ?"is my barely hearable reply.

"Yes, but take it material loose, huh ? It's gon na hurt."

Out. Yes, it is prison term. He appears exhausted, both mentally and physically. I am not surprised to recognise that I am too. My blazon ache, now that I am no longer so wrapped up in the experience. My scored back hurts sharply in a number of places, and blood tickles its way down my spine, clearly from the only partly scabbed trail of his vane that have been pulled open by my exertions. Yes, it is worth these nonaged hurts, but this is decent.

I flatten both my palms together tightly and start out to retreat, slowly and carefully. I can see streaks of profligate on the backs of my hands, but I know he will heal as soon as the force per unit area that caused the tears in his sphincter is relieved.

Logan sighs as my hands leave his body. His eyes are closed and he looks peaceful now, Thomas More relaxed than he usually appears even in nap. If I could only build that peace final stage for him forever ! But I know that can not be. There is too much fight within his heart, too much barbed telegram tangled around his tortured soul. Sadly, such a man is not meant for a life of peacefulness and contentment, either mentally or physically. But I will give him every bit of both whenever I can.

Recalling the knifelike pang of loss I felt when his hand had been removed from me, I think perhaps he feels that now. To counter that possibility, I lie face down on top of him, my head on his thorax, our bodies stuck together with lather and our combined cum. It is messy, but strangely rightfield, just at this moment.

His arms wrap around me with a constriction that almost spirit like desperation. It hurts the slice on my book binding, although I try not to wince.

"Aw, shit ! I'm hurtin'ya,"he says as he lets me go. But I do not travel off of him. I am too comfortable here. His hand reaches for my read/write head as he smoothes back my hairsbreadth and looks me in the face.

"I had no idea I could finger something like that, outside of the brief moment of climax. I don't understand."

"I do not understand how it works either, but - O God ! - I surely know how wonderful it feels !"I smile down at him."And now you know also."

"Can you feel it all the time ?"

"You mean vhen we have sex ?"

"Yeah."

"Ja, I can, once I become sufficiently aroused."

"But what happens when you come ?"

"The same thing that just happened to you : it intensifies about a thousand times."

"Holy Shit."But the way he says it is an locution of awe, not disgust.

"Shit is not holy, mein Freund. Gott is holy. lovemaking is sanctum. Sex can be holy. But grass -"I shake my head and smile -"No, I do not imagine that qualifies."

He laughs and pulls my promontory down against his thorax once more. We lie like that in secrecy until I almost think he has fallen asleep. I do not mind if he has. I am very comfy here.

But he is not asleep.

"Elf ?"

"Ja ?"

"Over the last few months, I've seen what I could easily become if anything happened to you, and it ain't pretty. I don't think I'd be able-bodied to surmount the monster that lives inside me anymore. I don't think I'd have the heart even to try."

"Someday you may have to,"I tell him, half wishing it was not necessary to do so."You have already lived prospicient than I probably vill. Who knows how long you may be able to renew yourself the vay you can now ? You must be prepared to out-live me."

He shakes his head and looks away."I don't think I want to."

"But ve do not necessitate to vorry about that just yet, do ve ?"I point out."I am not so very old, and many affair can fall out that are now unidentified to us. No mortal can know the 60 minutes of his death until it arrives. God villing, ve have many to a greater extent years to live, and many more than things to do vhile ve are alive, nicht wahr ?"

I take a handful of his thick melanize fuzz in each hand and turn his face back to me, make to claim his lips. I realize I am still wearing the laborious rubber gloves and make just smeared Crisco, if nothing worse, into his entangle hair."Ach du Scheisse !"I exclaim in disheartenment, pulling off the baseball glove and tossing them aside.

He laughs and replies to what I have said."I sincerely hope not, darlin ’, or I'm gon na construct you wash it off with your tongue."

"You and vhat United States Navy ?"I reply saucily.

"Uh - darlin'–"

"Nein ! Do not severalize me. I have got it wrong again. Let me guess. ‘ Marine'does not go right, so it must be ‘ army ’."

"Got it in one, Elf."

He pulls me down into a kiss, to which I respond with great enthusiasm. When we are finished, his mood is much brighter.

"Yer absolutely right, darlin ’. We got lots more to do. But the first thing I suggest is another bath in that new tub ya bought us. You with me ?"

"Ja ! Jetzt und immer bin ich mit dir, mein Schatz. Jetzt und immer."

Yes ! I am with you now and always, my beloved. Now and always.





German language TRANSLATION

Genug ! Enough !

mein Schatz my darling/dearest/sweetheart

Zum Teufel ! To the dickens !

Danke Thanks

Ja, natürlich. Yes, certainly.

Vas ? What ?

Verstehst du ? Do you understand ?

Jawohl, mein Herr Yes, Sir.

Es ist wunderbar, aber auch erschreckend.
It is grand, but also terrible.

Gut. Ganz gut. Good. Totally/entirely good.

Verdammt ! shit ! /Damn it !

Ich liebe dich so sehr. I love you so much.

Ich dich auch. I love you too. ( Literally, I you also, hump being understood. )

Herrgott ! Lord God !

mein Freund my friend

nicht wahr ? Isn't it ?

Ach du Scheisse ! Very emphasised reading of Oh, diddly !


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