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

transformation of German language dustup or idiomatic expression at the end. However, I have tried to make the substance fairly bring in in context.



YOU WIN, ELF




It is evening in late July. I am watching video in the mutual elbow room along with various of the sr. student at the School. The movie is"Water for Elephants ”, which takes place in a circus during the Great economic crisis. I am totally engrossed in the activity, fascinated by this view of what an American circus was like in those days.

"Elf ?"

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

"In the physique, darlin ’."

The Holy Writ are hardly out of his lip before I am off the sofa and in his blazonry. His hands grip my posterior and he lifts me off the ground, as my wooden leg wrapping themselves around his hips. He spreads his ramification and bends them slightly, fix to support my weightiness as my poop Robert Floyd Curl Jr. between his legs, then up and around both our waistline, pulling us tightly together. The slide fastener of his bike crownwork is cold and rough 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 former, mouths seeking, colliding, kissing, our hard peter pressing and rocking against the taut blue jean of his jeans.

It is over almost before it has begun. My cum pumps out against him, soaking the front of my short circuit. I can secernate from his motions and the spirit on his aspect that he too has climaxed. We both laugh.

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

"Aw, shit,"is all Logan has a chance to say before rogue claps her hands delightedly and the others all join in, applauding us and cheering for the show we have just put on. I have the foolish urge 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 instant that we reappear in some desperately needed privacy, a direful thought occurs to me. What if this is not Logan, but Mystique fooling me again ? My blood political campaign cold. No ! Not again !

Still clinging to him like a disturbed check mark, I straighten my arms and push button back a little, scrutinizing his boldness for anything that might stag 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 answer two questions before I vill consider it is really you."

"Huh ? Why ?"

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

"Uh - three letter, standing for murder, intimate delight, and desperation. Your reaction to killing Herr Grüber."

"Ja, that is it."I incline my head a little, so that my brow is directly level with his eyes and point to the center of the design that is carved there, touching the part that has the general coming into court of a spike."And this one ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"And you have made a worse fix of your gasp from the inside. Do not pick me for that."

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

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

It appears that we will have to go through a certain sum of money of our common pleasantries before we can get well-situated enough with each former to be capable to talk about more sober matter. That is all right field with me. The delay will reserve for my adrenaline to subside 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 door, I tell him proudly,"I have something to show you. Look."

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

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

A shadow passed over his brass."You were that sure I would come back ?"

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

"I vanted a large passee kind of matter, vith the singular claw pes. Vhen I vas a tyke, one of my fat customers had such a tub in his estate household. Ve took a guggle bath every time I vent to stay overnight vith him."There. I can now address of my puerility casually and without painfulness."So do you like it ?"

"Darlin ’, I love it ! I can't wait to try it out."Suiting his action to his words, he takes off his cap and tosses it into the recession, then starts on his boots.

Being often less heavily dressed, I have a head start, so I turn on the piss and fuss with getting it just right, watching him out of the corner of my eye as he continues to pull off his apparel. I have always loved looking at his consistence, although no one would regard my Gulo luscus the classic image of manly knockout. He is not marvellous than I am, rather stocky, much too hairy, his face too battered-looking, his colored hair too wild, and he always badly needs a shave. But he is the man I love, so what does that topic ? His psyche is much like his body in many ways, but it shines with love and compassion, and a form of heroic glory that is seldom seen in seriously good-looking men. I know it, for I know what he is inside. Or at least, I think I know.

The tub is almost full now, so I pull off my shirt and shorts and step into the water, sitting down and turning off the faucets. In monastic order to hold him room to get in, I bend my knees and hold them close against my dresser, still at the invertebrate foot of the tub.

"I get the well-off end, huh ?"

"Of course. I have had plenty of sentence to enjoy it all by myself."

He steps over the high boundary then sinks down heavily into the water supply, leaning back against the long one-sided foot of the tub opposite the faucets. A look of pure cloud nine spreads over his face. I breathe a sigh of easing. It had occurred to me to concern that our adorable tub might remind him of the cooler into which he had been submerged for the procedure that would stick the adamantium to his clappers, but apparently that is the furthest affair from his thinker, judging by his relaxed grinning. Good. The last thing we need right now is for such evil storage to surface.

"You have no idea how longsighted it's been since I've been capable to relax like this."

"Yes, I have. One hundred eighteen days, 9 hour, and 53 minutes."

"You're shittin'me."

This meter I nod, ducking my point and glancing down into the water between my stifle, then looking up again from beneath my eyelashes with a small smile on my expression. Yes, I suppose it is a rather feminine gesture, but Mount 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 mere fact that he is here does not warrant that it is permanent. When he left, he promised to fall in rules of order to let me know of his decisiveness. So far, neither of us has touched upon that subject. Sooner or later, it must come up. But not just yet.

Sliding down so his body is fully submerged, he leans back far enough to duck his head under the water to get his tomentum wet, then surfaces again, scrubbing the water supply out of his heart and pushing his hair back so that it lies plastered down to his forefront, which makes him look most strange. He leans back once again. The tub is long enough that his wooden leg can stretch almost straight out along the bottom, one on either side of where I still sit scrunched together. I am content simply to watch him, enjoying his au naturel torso. I want to contain cargo area of that tempting stopcock and --

"You don't look real comfy down there, darlin ’. Let's see if we can't find a in effect way to format ourselves. Here, try putting your back against me and lying form 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 unit rest on his genitals. I have to twist my knees up and out of the body of water in lodge to fit, not to advert maneuvering my nates down between my legs
then curling the end at the understructure of the tub. The end termination is that I am resting essentially on the al-Qaeda of my tush, but the pee buoys me up so much that it is not uncomfortable for either of us. Logan, of course, is so weight down down by the adamantium in his bones that he does not float at all, while the weewee level is much higher than in modern-style bath, so I am not left luxuriously and dry by being on top of him.

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

"Ja. As I told you, I have had mass 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 laughter."I can imagine."Then his voice modification."Uh - Elf, what's this new innovation on the back of your neck ?"

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

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

"No. That's a Moravian Star. It stands for hope and love and promise that have been fulfilled. Storm vas sort enough to do it for me, since it is in a place that vould be unmanageable for me to reach."

"violent storm, huh ? OK. Speaking of scar, why the questions you asked me earlier 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 light dawns."And you reacted the same way you did when you first saw me ?"

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

"Darlin ’, don't worry about it. That bitch can fool damn near anyone. Did I ever tell ya about how she snuck into my collapsible shelter pretending to be Jean, at alkali Lake ?"

I shook my head."Vhat happened ?"

"fountainhead, 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 pick. I vill tell you the entirely story later on."

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

"Ja. Right."

He laughs.

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

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

He takes a bit to recollect that over."You're sayin'she had shifted into a male body and fathered a tiddler with a woman, who became your mother ?"

"Exactly."

"I'll be damned ! I knew she could appear 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 validation that she can."

"You OK with that ?"

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

He says nothing. I am not surely if it is because he has nothing more to say about Mystique, or if he could say more but does not want to. The silence lengthens. I wonder which of us will address commencement. I decide to put off satisfying my curiosity about how well Mystique seemed to have sex him. Now is not the meter for that, and besides, I do not really care even if they have been devotee at some time in his past times. That is not important.

The H2O holds us both in its sensuous branch, and I feel more relax than I might otherwise birth been. I hope he does also.

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

"Oh, ja. I am fine."

His hand circles my cock, moving slowly, beginning to arouse me."I meant takin'concern of yourself in early ways, darlin ’. Like this."

"Of course."

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

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

"Only a few ? !"

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

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

"How did you eff ?"

"Hey, you figure I'm deaf and blind ? I've seen how she looks at you sometimes, and the tenderheartedness in her voice. Not to bring up the way her odor changes when you're around. harbor't you noticed ?"

"Vell, to tell you the truth -"

"Ah, Elf, you can be awful naïve. I guess you'd like me to blame it on your not having my first-class signified of look, huh ?"

"Ja. That vould be kind of you."

He chuckles softly."Ya gon na severalise 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 clear relationship, but such a thing can be unmanageable to maintain in the real domain.

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

"Do you signify vith Storm, or vithout her ?"I ask archly.

"Well, I meant without her, but it really doesn't matter."He continues to languidly work his deal up and down on my putz, which is beginning to react to his succour. I can experience his own erecting poking against my spinal column. I do not wish 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 slow and peaceful. It would be all too easy to create a flood of water all over the base if we were not careful, and careful is not a dear description of what happens when the two of us get enthusiastic about what we are doing.

"Genug !"I say."Enough 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 adhesion as the water runs noisily down the drainage. While we are at it, I point out how the attachment can be hooked up to a bracket on the wall and show him the shower curtain that can be pulled out and around the tub if we wish only to take a shower, rather than a bath.

Even as I dry myself off, I can not take my eyes off of him. The urine has flattened and darkened the pilus on his consistence, so it lies against his skin in recollective streaks. His brawn move smoothly beneath that skin as he rubs himself vigorously with a towel.

"Sure do involve 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 phallus jutting out from my groin. 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 consequence, his arms are wrapped around me from behind, one paw over my breast with his thickened ribbon rubbing the tip of my knockout nipple while the other hand is at my crotch.

I find myself pressed face first up against the wall succeeding to the sink. It is so good to have his bridge player massaging my cock and balls, instead of my own hand.

"I know we've got clobber we have to talk about, darlin ’, but right now, all I want is my cock up that lovely blue angel ass of yours. And I'm willing to bet a showcase 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 take in him inside me, but I block his access code by covering my entrance with my butt."Vait a second."

"What for ? Oh, yeah. Lube."

I am already fumbling around in the medicine console above the swallow hole, and before he can finish speaking, I have the electron tube of antibiotic ointment in my hand and have opened the cap with my tooth, as my other hand is pressed prostrate against the wall.

"gift it here,"he says.

Since it is essentially nothing but Vaseline with an antibiotic mixed in, it will function fine. As soon as he has applied it to his rooster and my ass, he tosses the underground in the full general focal point of the cesspit and goes back to what he was doing. By now, my tail is no longer in his way, since it is securely wrapped around my right thigh.

I bend my knee joint just a bit and tip my pelvis to make my opening more accessible to the hard cock already probing in between my behind, 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 harmonium presses into me and I accept it joyously. It is so goodness to feel him inside me again. I can not avail a shakiness suspiration of assuagement as I feel him push in deeper.

I do not recall I have ever been fucked while up against a bulwark like this. It is foreign to be standing here, with my implements of war folded at the elbow joint, forearms apartment against the cool dampish surface. My face is turned to the right, while the bottom of my cock snag against the eloquence of the wall. Logan's manus are to either side of me, finger's breadth splayed, while his body is tight against my book binding. It is somehow cozy, to be pinned like this. I am happily trapped, safe in his grasp, my ass skewered by his cock. I can feel his breath against my ear, his gasps, his moans of pleasure. The very unfamiliarity of our position only increases my desire, as the sweet and brawny spasms grow potent inside me. So good. So impossibly honorable. I have missed this so much. Ah, Gott ! If it could only survive forever !

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

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

As if reluctant for it to be over so soon, we remain in this same position for a few hour 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 content to catch my hint and stay right as I am.

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

I start to answer, 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 agreement. Oh dearly God, let him not accept done something horrible again !

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

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

"Zum Teufel, Logan !"I exclaim, wiping my nozzle with a piece of toilet paper from the roll. But I can not sustain my off-key wrath any longer and end up laughing myself.

"Don't forget to clean the rest of it off the paries, Elf,"he says as his parting scene as he strides out the bathroom door.


By the time I leave the bathroom, he is no longer in our bedroom."Mount Logan ?"I query.

"In here."The voice comes from the open doorway next to the lavatory, which leads to his subject, just as the door on the opposite wall leads to mine.

I pick up the light sheepskin cover that lies on top of the chest under our sleeping room windowpane, wrapping it around my shoulder to guard off the shivering from the air-cool as I go into the other way. Logan is standing there wearing nothing but the clean boxers covered with red maple leaves that I gave him as a joke gift on his last natal day. It looks rather ridiculous, but I decide we have done enough laughing for now, so I do not comment.

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

"Uh - vell, I might have. Just a fiddling bit. I could not endure to see the beer cans lying around, and I just had to empty the tripe, and have out anything in your piddling fridge that was spoiled or rotten. I may suffer dusted a few places. But I did not come to anything else, like your blade or your photograph. Oh, and I did do the laundry, but that is all folded and on top of your dresser."

He really is not that much of a pig, but his room is usually somewhat messier and far less organized than my own. The couch is old and rather get up, but there is nothing 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 observe that. I also will not mention that I emptied and washed his ashtrays, then sprayed the elbow room with air freshener until I could barely sense the tobacco smoke anymore. Oh, and then I washed the windowpane mantle, to get rid of more of it. This is the just room in the Mansion where Mount Logan is permitted to fume, so I know I can never make the smell go away for good. Fortunately, he mostly goes outside to relish his foul cigars.

Giving the room another fast glimpse, he settles himself on the couch, his bare groundwork propped up on the coffee berry board 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 kickoff weeks just doing what I usually do in the Wilderness : enjoyin'the purdah, hunting game, running and climbing and just generally wearin'myself out physically, then sleepin'like a log. Somehow, I don't seem to have nightmare when I'm out there. I can breathe better. My question smell clearer and my sensation sharper. I'm just more alive.

"After that, I settled down some. I'd sit by a somewhat little falls and stare at it for hours, just thinkin ’. Or I'd watch a sunset until the stars came out, then watch the stars wheel around through the sky. It was tardily natural spring and headin'for summer, so the weather condition was modest, considerin ’. Not the arctic peace of mind of winter, but the pale green of new life just starting its cycle once again. At length, it dawned on me that this could be a time of modification, or new root. That things were never over and done, but only band, going round and one shot in an dateless wheel of life. Maybe it was sentence for me to prompt on also. But where ? Which way should I go ? What should I observe and what should I discard ?

"The restlessness grew in me, as each day gave way to the adjacent and I watched nature reincarnate itself around me. Paths seemed to result away from this moment in all directions, but which one did I want to select ?

"One such track led to S.H.I.E.L.D. But I had walked in that counseling already, and I felt a decided antipathy to what I had found.

"Another led back to the X-Men. I liked the scenery there much comfortably, but there were memory board of sorrow and pain, of loss and decease. And you.

"Yet another path could give me as leader of the X-Men, but I led them to viciousness, corruption, and dissolution. I explored other paths where I led them to victory and peace. But those peaceful itinerary were too narrow down, too taut, too gamey for me to scale. And if I were to conk out, those track would lead to their destruction. Charlie's dreams and saint would come to nothing.

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

"I traced route away from all that had gone before. One of an ordinary bicycle man life, where I did not have to be always a hero, hard and resourceful, courageous and bold. path where I stayed as I was now, isolated from multitude, free from civilization, wild and unrestrained.

"Still uncertain, I returned to the pocket-size town where I had stored my bike, in order to call off dent fury and tell him I was through with S.H.I.E.L.D, through with assassination and torture and hush-hush missions. I won't say such things may not be requisite at certain clip and under certain circumstances, but I can not think over doing it anymore without revulsion.


"You made me see that, Elf. Not with speech, 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 head back here then, but something happened."

He stops short, staring out the window and into the distance. I lift my drumhead from his shoulder 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 yesteryear. I don't wan na talk about all that now. I'm still tryin'ta get it straight in my header. Like you with Mystique, I'm not sure how much of it I can trust."

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

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

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

"No. Unless you want to depend myself."

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

He says cypher 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 shoulder joint becoming to a greater extent tense."Let's not fool ourselves, darlin ’. You're lettin'yourself in for trouble by being my devotee. Make no misunderstanding, Elf : you are playing with your own destruction here."

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

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

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

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

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

"Ja, natürlich. How could I draw a blank ?"

"fountainhead, I laid there awake holding you in my arms for a very long fourth dimension, thinking about how we'd just had sex, knowing how hard it must have been for you to let me go, and all that kind of poppycock. month later, while I was still trying to figure out what I should do, where I wanted to go with my life, curled up in my sleeping bag in the heart of nowhere next to a dying fire, that Nox came back into my mind. And I felt how very empty my arms were without you in them. I knew then that I just had to get back to you, because I couldn't do this all by myself. surely, I could quit working with S.H.I.E.L.D. I could even relinquish being an X-Man, if I had to. But I couldn't spend the rest of my aliveness 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 hand you an result that you vill sympathise perhaps better than mere vords."I get up from the couch."cum. It vill be best if ve go into the bedroom for this."

He remains sitting."Elf, I don't want sex to be the response to that interrogative. I need to roll in the hay something more conclusive."

I take his manus and rive him to his metrical foot."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 light clipped to the headboard of our bed, tipping it so that it casts a shiny igniter onto the bed. I lie down on my breadbasket with my back in the puddle of light.

"You vill notice that there are no scars on my back, other than the one on my cervix 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 turn over out that you are my greatest sin. But that's not for me to decide."I lay my forehead on my crossbreed blazonry."Make me yours. German mark me. Show the vorld that I belong to you."

"What do you stand for ?"

"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."

"Trust me, this is a different sort of suffering. Like you and your extending blades, I am used to feeling it."

"Uh - you veridical sure ?"

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

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

"How long can you hold your intimation, 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 hear the snikt of his nipper extending. But it is a very soft sound, as if they are not out very far. Makes good sense. He is too close-fitting to me to stretch forth them fully and still have elbow room between us."Take a duo of deep breaths first, then hold it when I tell you to. The centre line will be down your acantha, and the tegument is thin above the vertebrae. If you move at the awry meter -"

"I vill not move. Do it."

He does. I feel the familiar painfulness rake slowly and carefully down my back in three long personal credit line from shoulder to just above my tail. It seems to lead forever, but I know that is not the verity. I react just as I have always reacted to the feel of a knife on my flesh : the pain combines with that frisson of delight recondite inside, and I must oppress the urge to view my breath and archway my cover in automatic chemical 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 Wolverine who cuts his symbol into my trunk. This is not the reminder of a sin. It is a monitor of his love for me, and mine for him, and that cuts more deeply than any Book. I will never be capable to see this scrape directly, but only in a mirror, just as I know that I will very seldom hear his love for me in dustup, but only see it in his actions. But he will see this gull every nighttime when he holds me in his arm. He will see it, and he will sleep with, and he will get it on that I know.

Then the cutting stops, and it is safe for me to suspire again. Logan remains crouched above me, frosty. 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 claws disappear, but still he remains where he is. I can feel the titillation of rip oozing from the slashes and down the side of meat of my spine onto the towel. I am about to say something when his knife begins to lick the tickle away. At shoemaker's last, I relax. I am almost asleep when he starts spraying the swing with antiseptic.

"Ow !"I protest.

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

"Sorry. You startled me."

"You gon na be able-bodied to kip OK ?"

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

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

A reasonable request, under the circumstances. I scrunch over gingerly toward my side, facing the window. I arrange myself so that I am lying facedown, with my right elbow joint bent-grass and hanging almost over the edge of the bed, while that handwriting is snugly tucked under my pillow.

Under ordinary bicycle circumstances, we would both be lying on our sides, my back to his pectus, with his arm draped across my waistline and one of his thighs between mine. But these are not ordinary circumstances, so I can only realise myself well-heeled as best I can without touching him.



Later on that night, I am awakened when the bed shifts suddenly. It is probably only Mount Logan, getting up to natter the bathroom or go fastball one of his cigars. Without moving, I crack one eye open a little to bet around, just to be sure. Moonlight is shining into the room, falling across my look and upper body. There is a soma silhouetted against the windowpane, but it is hard to make out in detail against the brightness of the synodic month. I have barely begun to get alarmed when I realize it is only Logan, awake and standing at one face of the windowpane, looking outdoors. He is turned somewhat sideways, so as my eyes adapt to the Moon, I can arrive at out some of the position of his face and his upper arm, while the remainder is hidden in the shadows.

I smile slightly at the batch of him there, but I also wonder why he is not still lying beside me. I close my eye, ready to succumb to sleep once again. But sleep does not come easily. It is still too new to me that he is here again, dependable and willing to abide with me. I savor the joy I am feeling at his comportment. I even savor the soreness of my back, because it represents his consignment to being my partner.

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

At live on, he makes a very easy satisfied sound and comes back to bed. As the mattress shifts to admit his weight, he says softly,"You can stop faking now, Elf. I know you're awake. I could find out it when your breathing changed."

I should have known that. Oh well.

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

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

"Thought I heard a racket outside, so I was just checkin'it out."

"For that yearn ?"

"Hey, ya never know. Sometimes it pays to do 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 gage heals enough for us to do that again. As it is, his hand can not help searching for my rear end and holding it gently, as if even now he wishes to assure himself that I am there, safe and sound.

At first, that makes me feel commodity, but then I start to marvel what dangers he fears will come after us, that he is so much on guard and so alert that a rebuff unfamiliar haphazardness can bring in him to our windowpane. He tried to warn me of this originally, but I would not listen.

As his breath slows and evens out and I feel his body loosen into eternal sleep, I am now the one who is wide awake and staring suspiciously at the darkness. I guess I am going to have to get used to this feeling.


When I awaken the followers morning time, I find Logan sitting cross-legged on the bed. He has pulled the covers entirely down and is just staring at my naked soundbox, almost as if he is in a trance. I am not at all sure what to make of this, so I lie there for a while. The cuts on my back have stiffened and I know it will offend when I begin to move. For the following hebdomad or so, I will be reminded, not of a sin, but of the fact that pain is often an integral role of love life. And I will wallow in it, each pang telling me once again that I am his. I lie there peacefully, luxuriating in this thought.

He blinks his heart, once, twice. A look of attention homecoming to his look, as if he is coming back from some other place.

"Elf, darlin ’, fist-fuck me."

This is nothing like what I might induce expected as a morning greeting."Vas ?"

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

Mein Gott, he means it ! He seriously wants my handwriting up his ass. All of a sudden, I am uneasy 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 takin'much less of a prospect with you than you took letting me inside you."He smiles."Don't headache. I'll talk you through it, if you've never done it before."

"Vell, as a young boy, Herr Grüber had me do it to my client a few times. But vhen I got older, no one vanted my hand inside them anymore."I spread my digit as far apart as they can go, displaying my thick fingernails.

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

His word are convinced and certain, but the tone of his voice does not quite back them up.

"Vhen did you resolve you vanted this ?"

"A trivial 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 case 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 Sir Thomas More to it than you have said, nicht wahr ?"

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

I sit up and stroke the side of his face with my hand. He is more upset than he is letting display."Mein Schatz, are you certain you are prepare for this ?"

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

"Then vhy should ve do this ?"

"Because I need to."

His wrangle make me realize that I need to also, but I am afraid I will not be able-bodied to do it well enough. Perhaps he feels the Sami way.

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

Mount Logan reaches into the seat drawer of his nightstand and comes up with a dark-green nitrile glove like the one he used when fisting me."Here. This will provide some protection for my delicate ass. If you can forecast out how to get it on your hand, that is."

I just smile. Opening my own nightstand, I take a duo of larger and arduous glove out of the bottom draftsman. They are meant for dishwashing, not medical procedures like the one Mount Logan is offering me, but the incision for the fingers are lots larger. It is also bright neon yellow. I have already tucked the third base and fifth finger sections of the glove inside out, so I slide my own fingers into the remaining three section fairly easily. I hold my mitt up to express Mount Logan, wiggling my fingers."See ? The 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 reluctant as you sound ?"

I duck my read/write head and look at him from underneath my eyelashes."Vell, I may bear done that,"I reply coyly.

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

I teleport directly into his lap with my stage wrapped around his shank and my ass pressing down on his erection. Before he can react, my branch are around his neck and my lingua deep into his back talk, taking reward of his gasp of surprise. Then I pull away, grab a handful of his unruly hair, and jerk his read/write head back.

"Lie down and spread your peg, mein Schatz, and I vill show you."I am not quite so sure-footed as I am pretending to be, but I do not want him to retrieve he must differentiate me how to do this. As I discovered for myself when Logan did it to me, a big part of fisting depends on the bottom being able to have plenty trust in his partner that he can let himself go and really get into what is happening. If he has to worry himself with what I am doing, it will not be as skillful. And I want so a great deal for him to allow me to give him this pleasure, as he once did for me. I am not indisputable of how I myself will react, but I know how I want him to react : I want him to finger the same kind of absolute yielding 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 extend to his anus. He looks at me with that shit-eating grin on his face that I love so often and says,"Have at it, Elf."

His penis is already rigid and quiver, without any further pinch from me but just because of his own prediction. I must not disappoint him. I have already gotten the Crisco out of the box on my nightstand. As I slather the soft white goo generously onto my helping hand and his ass, I talk to him.

"Unlike that time you fisted me, I have not been taken by surprisal. In addition to raking back through my memories of fisting grownup in my puerility, I have also looked up info about it, both on-line and from Book, 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 hand simply holds his hard stopcock lightly."I vant to make you feel as intensely as you made me feel. I vant to touch your soul, 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 pull back and add my secondment fingerbreadth. This is also not difficult for him to accommodate, but I work them around inside him, twisting and spreading my digit. I add my thumb, sliding it right down the groove formed by my other two fingerbreadth, pushing my hand in deeper and stretching him more widely. My knuckles press against his sphincter now, but I encounter no literal opposition. He is breathing deeply and regularly, heart closed, mouth opening slightly as he inhales, pass tilted back, looking both concentrated and relaxed, both at the Saami time.

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

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

But I must not let him think I am being hesitant."salutary. Very good,"I say, as if it happened just as I had expected it to. I clench my hand into a fist and hear him draw in a breathing time. I wiggle my fingers and he moans.

I push forward gently, in prison term with the puff of his torso. My fingerbreadth seem enclosed in a livelihood burrow of flesh. I stroke the voiced inside of that burrow with the knuckle joint of my thumb and it yields. I feel the power of what I have done, as the tenuous movement of my hand causes him to gasp. If I were to spread my finger's breadth and force them into him, I could perforate the lose weight and relatively fragile wall of his rectum far easier than I could a woman's vagina. It occurs to me that I could down an ordinary man like that. A shiver of horror streak through me. It would not be an easy way to die.

"Elf ? You okay ?"

I open my oculus, startled to see that I have closed them. Logan is looking at me.

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

"You're doin'fine. Go deeper, darlin ’. I want it and I can lead 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 phonation."I understand."

I push carefully, watching my wrist joint melt even further, the aloofness now measured more in millimeter than centimeters. It seems too easy. Even through the glove, I feel the high temperature of his soundbox. There is little underground as I push further into that slippery tunnel, but I am aware of a ring of growing niggardliness where my forearm begins to widen. I stop for a prison term, opening and closing my fingers, watching his face for any star sign of infliction as I do so. There is only a sort of slack-jawed feel, a slight parting of his lips.

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

I clench my clenched fist tightly, causing the muscles in my arm to tighten and bunch up. He sucks a rickety breather through his mouth, and murmuring something incoherent.

I relax my arm and lantern slide in a little more. A knifelike intake of breath as I reach his prostate with the al-Qaida of my thumb. I angle my bridge player so that I can contract harder and am rewarded with a louder moan of pleasure. His face now wears that intensely concentrated reflection that means inchoate orgasm. I do not even have time to pertain his peter before he comes laborious, his seed splatter over his own chest."Yes,"I encourage him."That is vhat I vant to see. kick in it to me. impart it all to me."

Watching him, I have time to actualise 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 DoS I went into, where pleasure was a unceasing and only the loudness varied from clock time to fourth dimension. I want him to palpate that, as I did, so I will ignore my desire and dressed ore only on his.

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

But now I encounter a slightly different feeling, as if that easygoing tunnel has developed a curve. Experimenting with my first finger, I extend it carefully around that bit. I wiggle it gently, then follow the first base finger with the indorse one, moving forward only very slowly so that the curve allows itself to straighten out and swoop over my knuckles. If I am remembering correctly the figure images I have studied, this should be the beginning of his sigmoid colon. There will be more curves beyond this one, and each must be entered and gently persuaded to straighten out or I will get no further.

This takes clock time and patience, but as I continue to bring home the bacon in my efforts, I begin to become wonted to the sensation. I wish I did not need the baseball glove, so that my fingertips could make a more knowledgeable contact. My eyes are closed now, all my concentration on the tiny increment of progress as I make them. I am almost oblivious to what exactly it is that I am doing, so focused am I on working my hired hand deeper into his gut.

My cock twitches with pleasure, and I feel that lovely maven mystifying inside my own body, throbbing, pulling, clenching, wanting, growing stronger until I realize I am moaning softly with the volume of my own building desire. But I can not look to make him share that unbelievable feeling.

I open my eyes, and see that my elbow isn't far from following where my hand has led the way. No, I really have no business doing that. I do not induce the experience to put on the line pushing into him lots deeper. But there is one more curve at my fingertips. I seem to palpate his heartbeat, perhaps from the proximity of my hand to his aorta. I can not protest the attempt to go this final stage bit of distance.

This curve is sharper, more upwards, with the entrance tone slightly smaller. There is less flexibility here. One finger's breadth massages the rampart, coaxing, seeking to carry his trunk to allow me in deeper. I want so practically to draw in from him the response that can easily be triggered in me : a gently repeated clenching of my pelvic muscular tissue, not so vivid and sustained as the laborious cramp of orgasm, but intensely pleasurable nonetheless. Perhaps this concluding roadblock will be the key to making him experience it.

My probing fingerbreadth slides around that breaking ball, but the following finger can not quite make it. I settle for using that number one digit to thrill and pester the space immediately beyond the curve.

With a half-gargled"Guhh ! ”, his fists clench into the bedcovers and his nipper extend. His body arches upwards and he ejaculates again. This time it is too much. Watching him pushes me so close to the boundary that I can not serve but use my unloose helping hand to acquire my own release as Mount Logan collapses, panting and retracting his nipper. I pull my brain away from my attenuation coming and attempt to appraise the situation.

My arm is now inside him up to my elbow, with his sphincter stretched tightly around the all-embracing part of my forearm.

"I can feel your blink of an eye, mein Schatz,"I tell him."I now know vhat it means to finger individual 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 finger the wonder and the brat, if I vish to have his trust as he had mine. It is him.

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

I have another thought, something I did only once as a child. Of track, my hands were much smaller then, but that is what brought the idea into my caput. I have felt that"too easy"entry before, and I recall what Herr Grüber told me to do in order to satisfy my customer.

I see the svelte frown on his face as he realizes what I am doing. Before he can protest, I say quickly,"Do not cogitate 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 center open and he is staring at me with something consanguineal to fear mixed in with his surprise.

"I did not say that you could afford your eyes."Reacting to my tone of command, he swiftly closes them again. Good. I am making advance. It is voiceless for me to be this overbearing. It is simply not my accustomed style.

My fingerbreadth retreat as I continue to pull my arm back. I am suddenly aware that I have gone beyond the edge of my baseball mitt without even noticing and my heart skips a beat. I calm myself. Even that should be no problem. If nix else, I can hold the glove tightly with my finger's breadth as I withdraw my hand.

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

Quickly, I wipe virtually of the lube off my gloved handwriting, then use it to hold the other glove, so I can get it onto my left bridge player. Not as easy as it sounds, and I fumble around a bit.

"Kurt ? What are you doing ?"

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

"Give me a shift, darlin ’. I told you a lot of things before I fisted you."

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

He turns his center away from me when he answers."Uh - I can't remember in particular. 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 computer storage is salutary than mine."

"Stop trying to disquiet me."I keep unruffled and very still for a moment, to let that sink in."Now you must trust me. But you must not only entrust me vith your body, as I did you vith mine. That vould be too easy, since I can not truly harm you the way you can harm me. You must commit me also vith your heart. And you can not do that unless you vill surrender to me. Stop trying to show me how easily you can earmark me the use of your body. Stop trying to prove me anything at all. Leave all this to me. I vant you to turn all mastery over to me, and bank 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 impel this from you ; you must kick in it freely."

"I know."He sounds subdue now, not very much like the usual Wolverine. Let us see if I can celebrate him that way.

All the while I have been speaking to him, I have been slowly working my properly deal back into his anus. My brass knucks slide in now, much more easily than before, if such a matter is potential. Now comes the unmanageable contribution, for me as well as for him.

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

"Elf ? Why can't I look ? What are you doing ?"For the low gear sentence, he sounds incertain. in force !

"I vant no to a greater extent of your vords. Now you vill listen to me. It is time for you to apply me the Lapp trust that I once gave you, for I vant to give you the Lapp exquisite experience that you once gave me."

Wrapping my opposite thumb and third finger around my right carpus, I start very slowly pushing the middle finger into him, keeping it tucked tightly into the groove formed by my right laurel wreath.

"The transport of sex is not a shameful thing. It is holy,"I tell him, hoping to distract him from what I am doing and at the like time make it very clear why I am so set on doing this."Vhy do you retrieve that mystic down through the ages have often described union vith God in price that verge on the sexual ? They vere not unavare of vhat they vere saying. Quite the contrary, in fact."

He opens his mouth, as if he is getting ready to debate with me, but all he does is inhale sharply. He should be able-bodied to feel the stretch now, as the finger is almost in and the ease of my left hand is pressing against his anus.

"Unh ! Ahh ! Jesus Fucking Jesus of Nazareth, Elf ! What the ass are ya doin'? Ohh !"

"Shh. You vill incur out soon enough. Do not afford your eyes. Pay care to vhat I am telling you."I resume my lecture."Sex at its best is surrender and victory, both at once. It is a longing to make love to all of creation, 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 head fall back and breathing once again in through his olfactory organ and out through his mouthpiece. His breath slows as he tries to accommodate my third fingerbreadth.

"But it is also more thin than the finest porcelain,"I continue,"and as fleeting as the snowflake that melts in your hired man, for it can be broken by the tiniest of things and defiled beyond measuring stick or comprehension."

"Elf, you're scarin'me. full point, please."

There is veridical fear in his voice, but I do not signify to stop now.

"There is nil dread natural event. I am not going to hurt you. I could not if I tried. I know how hard this is for you, but difficult does not mean impossible."I finish my plea in an vivid susurration."Bitte, du musst mir vertrauen."

"Mmhhmm,"he moans in tortured agreement. My fingerbreadth miscue inside and I begin to crop 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 degradation of desire, and far too little of the unbelievable holiness of sex."

My thumb pushing through and my fingerbreadth interlace inside him.
"On a certain point, it can suit the highest conformation of communion 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 finger's breadth alternately entwined.

Meanwhile, he appears almost out of it, eyelids fluttering, mouth spread out slightly, and a strange look on his face.

"Logan ?"I say softly."You can give your oculus now, if you vish."

"Uuhh,"is the simply response I get.

"Mount Logan ? You still vith me ?"

"Yeesss. I - think so."

I breathe a suspiration of relief.

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

"Ja. Is it all right ?"

"Ganz gut, mein Herr."

Good. 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 of"Sir"is not truly necessity, and is very likely an attempt at mild sarcasm, but it does intelligent nice coming from him, considering.

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

holding my hands clasped, I wiggle the bakshis of my fingerbreadth a bit, just enough that I think he will finger it.

He does. His body arches as his muscles clench around my hired man."Oh god !"he gasps.

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

"Oh, Jesus Fucking Good Shepherd, that feels terrific, Elf ! More than terrific !"

"Bitte, no more than profanation, ja ?"I request.

He gives a lilliputian 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-bodied to hit his genitals, to arouse him further, but both of my script are unavailable for this aim. Ah, but my rear is detached ! How could I have forgotten that ?

Carefully, I bring it around in front of me, just allowing the flat airfoil 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 pliable. I coil it into various cringle around the irradiation 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 move with him, but gently, softly, slowing him down so he has meter to feel and appreciate each cold-shoulder bit of these pleasant-tasting champion. The motion of his pelvis also causes my hands to move inside him. I accentuate that rubbing, delicately stroking with a varying combining of fingers.

I feel that faint shiver of his inside that I am so used to feeling in myself, that mother wit of drawing in a desired interloper, that recherche yearning, the need to surrender and give in your consistency to another.

I have at last made him experience that internal spasming. My bridge player are being squeezed regularly now, and I can see the slight twitch and handout of the muscles in his depress stomach that accompanies it. Each meter, he makes a sonant auditory sensation, as I do when I feel it happening within me.

"Elf, what the -- ?"

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

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

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

"Ja, that is it. Do not fight it. take it. A sort of steady-state gumption of continuing pleasure, 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 feel. Just be."

All too easily now, I could take my own advice and stray off into my private Earth of go. But I must not. If I give myself over to that fantastic sensation, I will forget what I am doing and turn a loss my nidus on Logan. You wanted ascendancy, Kurt, I remind myself. Responsibility is the price of ascendency. Pay it. He is what counts now, not your delight.

speech production of secret worlds, Logan appears to be off in his own, consumed entirely by the sensations he has never felt before. With no more extra appendages left to use, I lay my cheek lightly on his abdomen just above his bulwark, where I can feel the lovely twitch of his muscles deep inside. Whether or not he will be able-bodied to cite up this pleasance during our usual sex, at to the lowest degree he will empathize how I feel.

I raise my school principal, 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 more level than one.

"Ich dich auch."

bust fill my eyes and overflow to drip down upon his belly. Herrgott ! He has actually said that he loves me !

Something inside me melts and I lose track of everything except intense joy and ever-mounting pleasance. We are synchronized now, the regular recurrence of those internal spasms that work their witching inside us both running together. In my wildest dream, never did I guess such a thing could occur.

sentence dissolves into the represent moment. Enveloped in this divided experience, I can barely say where my body ends and his begins. I am moaning and whimpering helplessly in the grip of an overwhelming sentiency of happiness and peace treaty such as I have never felt before. Oh Gott, it is too much ! I can not contain this overabundance of sexual love. I will surely soon burst forth into a million quivering piece of music and each slice will sing of its incredible joy.

Does this unspeakable flavor last for a moment or an hour ? I do not know. All I know is that the usual version of world seeps slowly back into my fevered mind. I must bring all this to a conclusion, before we both drop dead of exhaustion, or too much delight.

I press one surface of the monotonic end small-arm of my quarter against the tip of Mount Logan's almost painfully swollen, leaking cock. zilch more is needed to push him over the edge. I can finger his ejaculate pumping through his penis with the coils of my tail. That is enough to set me off also. Too wrung out to even shout out, we both let out a strange choking groan, which could as easily indicate pain as pleasure. I collapse, my amphetamine body on top of him, too weak to move.

As may be expected, Logan recovers before I do.

"enough, Elf."

"Out ?"is my barely hearable reply.

"Yes, but subscribe to it literal well-heeled, huh ? It's gon na hurt."

Out. Yes, it is time. He appears exhausted, both mentally and physically. I am not surprised to realize that I am too. My arm ache, now that I am no longer so wrapped up in the experience. My scored back trauma sharply in a number of places, and blood tickles its way down my backbone, clearly from the merely partly scabbed tracks of his leaf blade that have been pulled open by my effort. Yes, it is worth these pocket-sized hurts, but this is enough.

I flatten both my palms together tightly and begin to retreat, slowly and carefully. I can see streak of blood on the backs of my helping hand, but I know he will heal as soon as the imperativeness that caused the tears in his sphincter is relieved.

Logan sighs as my paw leave his torso. His eyes are closed and he looks peaceful now, more relaxed than he usually appears even in sleep. If I could only make that peace last for him forever ! But I know that can not be. There is too much conflict within his heart, too very much barbed telegram tangled around his tortured psyche. Sadly, such a man is not meant for a life of peace and contentment, either mentally or physically. But I will give him every bit of both whenever I can.

Recalling the sharp 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 read/write head on his pectus, our bodies stuck together with swither and our combined cum. It is messy, but strangely right, just at this moment.

His arms wrap around me with a tightness that almost feels like despair. It hurts the slashes on my spine, although I try not to wince.

"Aw, tinker's dam ! I'm hurtin'ya,"he says as he lets me go. But I do not move off of him. I am too comfortable here. His hand reaches for my head as he smoothes back my whisker and looks me in the face.

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

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

"Can you feel it all the clip ?"

"You mean vhen we have sex ?"

"Yeah."

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

"But what happens when you come ?"

"The Saami matter that just happened to you : it intensifies about a thousand times."

"holy place Shit."But the way he says it is an formulation of awe, not disgust.

"tinker's damn is not holy place, mein Freund. Gott is holy. Love is sanctum. Sex can be holy. But diddly -"I shake my head and smiling -"No, I do not think that qualifies."

He laughs and pulls my head down against his chest once more. We lie like that in silence 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 finish few months, I've seen what I could easily get if anything happened to you, and it ain't pretty. I don't think I'd be capable to curb 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 necessity to do so."You have already lived tenacious than I probably vill. Who knows how prospicient you may be capable to reincarnate yourself the vay you can now ? You must be prepared to out-live me."

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

"But ve do not call for to vorry about that just yet, do ve ?"I point out."I am not so very old, and many things can pass that are now unknown to us. No mortal can make love the hour of his end until it arrives. God villing, ve have many more age to live, and many more things to do vhile ve are alive, nicht wahr ?"

I take a handful of his thick black fuzz in each hired man and turn his facial expression back to me, quick to arrogate his lips. I realize I am still wearing the weighty rubber baseball glove and have just smeared Crisco, if nothing worse, into his tangle hair."Ach du Scheisse !"I exclaim in dismay, pulling off the baseball mitt and tossing them aside.

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

"You and vhat dark blue ?"I reply saucily.

"Uh - darlin'–"

"Nein ! Do not secernate me. I have got it wrong again. Let me opine. ‘ shipboard soldier'does not fathom right, so it must be ‘ army ’."

"Got it in one, Elf."

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

"Yer absolutely right, darlin ’. We got lots more to do. But the maiden 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 dearest. Now and always.





High German TRANSLATION

Genug ! Enough !

mein Schatz my darling/dearest/sweetheart

Zum Teufel ! To the Devil !

Danke Thanks

Ja, natürlich. Yes, certainly.

Vas ? What ?

Verstehst du ? Do you translate ?

Jawohl, mein Herr Yes, Sir.

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

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

Verdammt ! Damn ! /Damn it !

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

Ich dich auch. I love you too. ( Literally, I you also, have a go at it being understood. )

Herrgott ! Godhead God !

mein Freund my Friend

nicht wahr ? Isn't it ?

Ach du Scheisse ! Very emphatic version of Oh, shit !


STORY ARC - In Order
Something a Little Different
As the twig is bent
Pray for Us evildoer
With Nothing on My lingua
You Win, Elf
Hell Hath No Fury