This is the one-fifth story of a much long story arc, which is best read in the order of the List at the end.

Translation of German words or phrases at the end. However, I have tried to make the import fairly clear in context.



YOU WIN, ELF




It is evening in previous July. I am watching television in the uncouth way along with respective of the elderly students at the School. The movie is"Water for Elephants ”, which takes position in a circus during the Great Depression. I am totally engrossed in the action, fascinated by this view of what an American English genus Circus was like in those days.

"Elf ?"

At showtime, I pay no care to the pause. Then I realize whose voice it is that I just heard."Logan ?"My oculus fly to the doorway."Logan ! ! ! Mein Gott, it is you ! !"

"In the physique, darlin ’."

The words are hardly out of his mouth before I am off the couch and in his arms. His manpower grip my hind end and he lifts me off the ground, as my pegleg wrap themselves around his hip. He spreads his leg and bends them slightly, set to abide my weighting as my behind curls between his peg, then up and around both our waists, pulling us tightly together. The zipper of his motorcycle jacket is insensate and rough against my thin tee 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 unvoiced cocks pressing and rocking against the tight denim of his jeans.

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

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

"Aw, crap,"is all Mount Logan has a chance to say before scalawag claps her hands delightedly and the others all articulation in, applauding us and cheering for the show we have just put on. I have the foolish urge to untangle myself from Logan and take aim a bow, but have the sensation to teleport us up to our room instead.

At the very second that we reappear in some desperately needed privacy, a terrible thought occurs to me. What if this is not Mount Logan, but Mystique fooling me again ? My lineage runnel cold. No ! Not again !

Still clinging to him like a demented tick, I straighten my arms and thrust back a little, scrutinizing his 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 answer two motion before I vill believe it is really you."

"Huh ? Why ?"

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

"Uh - three varsity letter, standing for murder, intimate pleasure, and despair. Your reaction to killing Herr Grüber."

"Ja, that is it."I incline my oral sex a little, so that my forehead is directly charge with his centre and point to the nitty-gritty of the invention that is carved there, touching the part that has the worldwide show of a stiletto heel."And this one ?"

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

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

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

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

"Ack, Elf, you've made a spate of my knickers,"he scolds, looking down at the dampen berth 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 fault for jumping on me. You damn near knocked me over, ya know."

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

It appears that we will cause to go through a certain total of our usual pleasantries before we can get well-to-do enough with each other to be able to discuss more unplayful things. That is all right wing with me. The postponement will admit for my adrenaline to settle 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 brow go up in surprise at the new bath in the corner of the room where our shower kiosk used to be. He glances at me."You the one responsible for that ?"

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

A shadower passed over his face."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 outmoded kind of thing, vith the comical claw feet. Vhen I vas a nestling, one of my fat customers had such a tub in his estate house. Ve took a burp tub every time I vent to remain overnight vith him."There. I can now utter of my childhood casually and without botheration."So do you like it ?"

"Darlin ’, I love it ! I can't hold to try it out."Suiting his actions to his word, he takes off his cap and tosses it into the quoin, then starts on his boots.

Being a good deal less heavily dressed, I have a school principal first, so I turn on the water and fuss with getting it just right, watching him out of the turning point of my eye as he continues to force off his clothes. I have always loved looking at his consistence, although no one would deal my Wolverine the Greco-Roman image of male person beauty. He is not taller than I am, rather heavyset, much too haired, his aspect too battered-looking, his sorry hair too waste, and he always badly needs a shave. But he is the man I love, so what does that subject ? His individual is much like his trunk in many ways, but it shines with making love and compassion, and a kind of heroic resplendency that is seldom seen in seriously bounteous men. I know it, for I know what he is inside. Or at least, I think I know.

The tub is almost full phase of the moon now, so I pull off my shirt and shorts and stride into the pee, sitting down and turning off the faucets. In order to give him way to get in, I bend my knees and hold up them close against my chest, still at the pes of the tub.

"I get the comfortable end, huh ?"

"Of path. I have had plenty of time to enjoy it all by myself."

He steps over the high border then sinks down heavily into the weewee, leaning back against the long slanted foot of the tub opposite the spigot. A looking at of pure bliss bed covering over his case. I breathe a sigh of relief. It had occurred to me to care that our pin-up tub might remind him of the tank into which he had been submerged for the procedure that would bandage the adamantium to his pearl, but apparently that is the utmost thing from his mind, judging by his relaxed smile. good. The concluding matter we need right now is for such evil memory to surface.

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

"Yes, I have. One hundred 18 days, 9 60 minutes, and 53 minutes."

"You're shittin'me."

This time I nod, ducking my straits and glancing down into the water between my knees, then looking up again from beneath my cilium with a small smile on my human face. Yes, I suppose it is a rather feminine gesture, but Logan finds it appealing, so I do it. Super Macho Man I am not. I will leave that to him.

Finally, I laugh and admit,"Ja. I am shitting you. The mean solar day are correct, but I have made up the residuum of it."

During all this meter, I have been painfully aware that the bare fact that he is here does not warrant that it is permanent wave. When he left, he promised to fall in order to let me bang of his decision. So far, neither of us has touched upon that subject. Oklahoman or later, it must come up 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 hair wet, then surfaces again, scrubbing the piss out of his eyes and pushing his whisker 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 elongate almost straight out along the bottom, one on either side of where I still sit scrunched together. I am content simply to learn him, enjoying his naked body. I want to rent hold of that tempting cock and --

"You don't expression very comfy down there, darlin ’. Let's see if we can't find a better way to dress 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 weighting rest on his genitals. I have to bend my stifle up and out of the piss in order to fit, not to observe maneuvering my shadower down between my wooden leg
then curling the end at the foot of the tub. The end termination is that I am resting essentially on the radical of my rump, but the water buoys me up so much that it is not uncomfortable for either of us. Logan, of form, is so weight down down by the adamantium in his clappers that he does not drift at all, while the urine level is much high than in modern-style bathing tub, so I am not left in high spirits and dry by being on top of him.

"You figured that out ahead of time, 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 suddenly gag."I can imagine."Then his voice variety."Uh - Elf, what's this new design on the spinal column of your neck ?"

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

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

"No. That's a Moravian champion. It stands for Bob Hope and beloved and promises that have been fulfilled. tempest vas kind adequate to do it for me, since it is in a lieu that vould be difficult for me to reach."

"storm, huh ? OK. speechmaking of cicatrix, why the doubtfulness 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 Lapplander way you did when you first saw me ?"

"Ja. Pretty much."I avert my eyes, 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 feigning to be denim, 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 option. I vill say you the totally story later on."

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

"Ja. Right."

He laughs.

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

"She vanted to severalise me that I am her son, but she is not my female parent. She is my father."

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

"Exactly."

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

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

"You OK with that ?"

"For now, I vill live with it as possibly true."

He says zero. I am not sure if it is because he has nil 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 speak first off. I decide to put off satisfying my curiosity about how well Mystique seemed to know him. Now is not the clip for that, and besides, I do not really care even if they have been buff at some fourth dimension in his past. That is not important.

The water holds us both in its sensuous arms, and I feel more relaxed than I might otherwise let been. I hope he does also.

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

"Oh, ja. I am fine."

His handwriting round my cock, moving slowly, beginning to arouse me."I meant Budorcas taxicolor'charge of yourself in early slipway, 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 fiddling help from my friends."I am not for certain how he will react to this.

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

"How did you know ?"

"Hey, you figure I'm deaf and blind ? I've seen how she looks at you sometimes, and the tenderness in her voice. Not to mention the way her scent alteration when you're around. seaport't you noticed ?"

"Vell, to order you the Truth -"

"Ah, Elf, you can be awful naïve. I guess you'd like me to fault it on your not having my excellent sense of olfactory property, huh ?"

"Ja. That vould be kind of you."

He chuckles softly."Ya gon na severalize 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 overt relationship, but such a thing can be unmanageable to wield in the real world.

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

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

"well, I meant without her, but it really doesn't matter."He continues to languidly forge his hand up and down on my pecker, which is beginning to react to his succor. I can finger his own erection poking against my back. I do not wish well 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 boring and peaceable. It would be all too well-heeled to create a flood of water all over the base if we were not careful, and careful is not a good 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 attachment as the body of water 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 demo him the shower bath pall that can be pulled out and around the tub if we wish only to bring a shower, rather than a bath.

Even as I dry myself off, I can not occupy my optic off of him. The water has flattened and darkened the hair on his consistence, so it lies against his skin in farseeing streak. His muscles move smoothly beneath that skin as he rubs himself vigorously with a towel.

"Sure do want 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 mole. He smiles.

"What'cha lookin'at, Elf ?"

"You. In case you had not noticed."

"I noticed, darlin ’. I noticed."

The towel drops to the storey. In LE than a moment, his arms are wrapped around me from behind, one paw over my breast with his cauterize decoration rubbing the tip of my hard tit while the former hand is at my crotch.

I find myself iron out face first up against the rampart next to the cesspool. It is so upright to own his hand massaging my cock and balls, 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 blue ass of yours. And I'm willing to bet a cause of beer that you want it too."

"No bet, mein Schatz. I vould lose."His rooster is already probing for my ass and I ache to cause him inside me, but I block his access by covering my entrance with my tail."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 public speaking, I have the pipe of antibiotic unguent in my hand and have opened the cap with my tooth, as my other hand is pressed flavorless against the wall.

"Give it here,"he says.

Since it is essentially zippo but Vaseline with an antibiotic mixed in, it will work fine. As soon as he has applied it to his cock and my ass, he tosses the thermionic vacuum tube in the general direction 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 powerful thigh.

I bend my knees just a bit and tip my renal pelvis to make my opening more approachable to the laborious cock already probing in between my derriere, guided by the hired 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 reed organ presses into me and I accept it joyously. It is so good to feel him inside me again. I can not help a trembling suspiration of rilievo as I feel him get-up-and-go in deeper.

I do not imagine I have ever been fucked while up against a paries like this. It is foreign to be standing here, with my arms folded at the human elbow, forearms vapid against the cool damp surface. My face is turned to the right field, while the underside of my rooster rubs against the smoothness of the wall. Logan's work force are to either incline of me, fingerbreadth splayed, while his body is tight against my back. It is somehow cozy, to be pinned like this. I am happily trapped, prophylactic in his clutch, my ass skewered by his cock. I can palpate his intimation against my ear, his gasps, his moan of pleasure. The very strangeness of our position only increases my desire, as the sweet and sinewy spasms grow firm inside me. So good. So impossibly good. I have missed this so practically. Ah, Gott ! If it could only shoemaker's last forever !

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

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

As if reluctant for it to be over so soon, we remain in this same location for a few minutes longer. I can feel his penis soften inside me, and soon I will not be able to celebrate it where it is any longer. But for now, I am contented to catch my breathing time and stay put right as I am.

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

I start to reply, 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 loth agreement. Oh dear God, let him not have 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. Mount Logan notices what I am looking at and jape. Then he runs a finger through the blotch of sticky cum down below the ding and rubs it on the tip of my nose.

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

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

"Don't forget to clean the rest of it off the rampart, Elf,"he says as his parting gibe as he strides out the lav door.


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

"In here."The voice comes from the opened door next to the toilet, which leads to his subject area, just as the door on the diametric rampart leads to mine.

I pick up the swooning sheepskin blanket that lies on top of the thorax under our sleeping room windowpane, wrapping it around my shoulder to ward off the tingle from the air-cool as I go into the former elbow room. Logan is standing there wearing naught but the white boxers covered with red maple leaves that I gave him as a joke gift on his last birthday. It looks rather ridiculous, but I decide we have done enough laughing for now, so I do not comment.

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

"Uh - vell, I might take in. Just a little bit. I could not stand to see the beer cans lying around, and I just had to empty the scrap, and throw out anything in your little electric refrigerator that was spoiled or rotten. I may have dusted a few space. But I did not touch anything else, like your blade or your pictures. Oh, and I did do the wash, but that is all folded and on top of your dresser."

He really is not that often of a pig, but his room is usually somewhat mussy and far less organized than my own. The couch is old and rather tick up, but there is goose egg I can do about that. I did wipe the scuffmarks from his boots off of the deep brown table, which he often uses as a footstool, but I think I will not mention that. I also will not name that I emptied and washed his ashtrays, then sprayed the way with air freshener until I could barely sense the tobacco smoke anymore. Oh, and then I washed the windowpane drape, to get rid of to a greater extent of it. This is the simply elbow room in the house where Mount Logan is permitted to fume, so I know I can never crap the smell go away for dear. Fortunately, he mostly goes outside to bask his foul cigars.

Giving the elbow room another straightaway glance, he settles himself on the couch, his bare feet propped up on the burnt umber table 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 fleece blanket around me and snuggling against him.

"Cozy ?"

"Ja."

"OK, here goes. I spent the first weeks just doing what I usually do in the wild : enjoyin'the purdah, hunting biz, running and climbing and just generally wearin'myself out physically, then sleepin'like a log. Somehow, I don't seem to bear nightmares when I'm out there. I can rest better. My caput feeling clearer and my senses sharper. I'm just more alive.

"After that, I settled down some. I'd sit by a pretty little waterfall and stare at it for hours, just thinkin ’. Or I'd watch a sunset until the stars came out, then watch the adept wheel around through the sky. It was late spring and headin'for summer, so the weather was mild, considerin ’. Not the frigid serenity of wintertime, but the pale green of new life just starting its cycle once again. At duration, it dawned on me that this could be a time of change, or new showtime. That things were never over and done, but only lap, going round and round in an endless wheel of life. Maybe it was time for me to motivate on also. But where ? Which way should I go ? What should I keep and what should I chuck out ?

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

"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 scenery there much better, but there were memories of sorrow and pain, of loss and end. And you.

"Yet another itinerary could have me as leader of the X-Men, but I led them to viciousness, depravation, and looseness. I explored other paths where I led them to victory and peace. But those peaceful paths were too specialize, too besotted, too high for me to scale. And if I were to flush it, those itinerary would result to their destruction. Charlie's aspiration and nonesuch would number to nothing.

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

"I traced track away from all that had gone before. One of an average human life, where I did not have to be always a Hero of Alexandria, potent and resourceful, courageous and bold. Paths where I stayed as I was now, isolated from people, spare from civilization, wild and unrestrained.

"Still uncertain, I returned to the belittled township where I had stored my bike, in order to yell Nick Fury and recite him I was through with S.H.I.E.L.D, through with blackwash and torture and surreptitious missionary post. I won't say such things may not be necessary at certain times and under sealed circumstances, but I can not contemplate doing it anymore without revulsion.


"You made me see that, Elf. Not with words, but with natural process. 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 header from his shoulder and buss his brass."Mount Logan ?"

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

"Vhat stopped you from coming back ?"

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

"I can vait. Vhen you are ready to state 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 reckon myself."

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

He says naught 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 fool ourselves, darlin ’. You're lettin'yourself in for trouble by being my devotee. Make no mistake, Elf : you are playing with your own destruction 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 several years already. Vhy should I hold back now ?"

"Because it's just gotten much more dangerous to be mortal very close to me."But he does not tell 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 validating damage ?

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

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

"Remember that lowest night I was here, when you took the sleeping contraceptive pill and said not to waken you up when I left ?"

"Ja, natürlich. How could I forget ?"

"wellspring, 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 receive been for you to let me go, and all that kind of stuff. Months 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 middle of nowhere next to a dying fire, that nighttime came back into my nous. And I felt how very empty-bellied my coat of 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. Sure, I could quit working with S.H.I.E.L.D. I could even quit being an X-Man, if I had to. But I couldn't spend the rest of my life without you beside me, unless that was how you wanted it to be. It was at that moment that I made up my nous. So what's it to be, Kurt ? It's your call."

"I vill give you an response that you vill translate perhaps better than mere vords."I get up from the couch."ejaculate. It vill be better if ve go into the bedroom for this."

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

I take his work force and pull him to his infantry."It vill not be sex, I promise you."

He nods and follows me into the early room.

I grab an old towel from the bathroom, then plough on the indication light clipped to the headboard of our bed, tipping it so that it casts a shiny 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 scar on my back, early than the one on my neck 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 twist out that you are my outstanding sin. But that's not for me to decide."I lay my os frontale on my crossed arms."Make me yours. scrape me. point the vorld that I belong to you."

"What do you intend ?"

"Must I spell it out for you ? Use your blades to chip at your marking 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 variety of suffering. Like you and your extending vane, I am used to feeling it."

"Uh - you actual 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 hold your hint, 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 pincer extending. But it is a very soft sound, as if they are not out very far. Makes sense. He is too close to me to continue them fully and still have room between us."ingest a couple of bass breaths first, then prevail it when I tell you to. The center line of business will be down your spine, and the cutis is sparse above the vertebrae. If you move at the untimely time -"

"I vill not move. Do it."

He does. I feel the familiar pain sensation rake slowly and carefully down my back in three long lines from berm to just above my tush. It seems to take forever, but I know that is not the truth. I react just as I have always reacted to the tone of a knife on my flesh : the pain in the ass combines with that quiver of pleasure deep inside, and I must suppress the urge to take hold of my breath and arch my back in automatic reaction. This time it is better than ever before, because it is his hired man that does this to me, not my own. It is my Wolverine who cuts his symbolic representation into my body. 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 words. 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 Bible, but only see it in his action. But he will see this fall guy every night when he holds me in his weapons system. He will see it, and he will know, and he will cognize that I know.

Then the cutting stops, and it is prophylactic for me to breathe 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 claws disappear, but still he remains where he is. I can palpate the tickling of line of descent oozing from the slashes and down the English of my back onto the towel. I am about to say something when his lingua begins to puzzle out the tickle away. At last, I relax. I am almost asleep when he starts spraying the cuts with antiseptic.

"Ow !"I protest.

"Oh, so now you're gon na sound off, huh ? keep 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 moment ago."

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

A reasonable request, under the portion. 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 and hanging almost over the edge of the bed, while that hand is snugly tucked under my pillow.

Under ordinary fortune, we would both be lying on our side of meat, my dorsum to his thorax, with his arm draped across my waist and one of his second joint between mine. But these are not ordinary destiny, so I can only get myself easy as best I can without touching him.



Later on that dark, I am awakened when the bed shifts suddenly. It is probably only Logan, getting up to visit the bathroom or go smoke one of his cigars. Without moving, I crack one eye spread out a little to seem around, just to be sure. moonlight is shining into the way, falling across my font and upper trunk. There is a soma silhouetted against the windowpane, but it is hard to make out in particular against the light of the synodic month. I have barely begun to get alarmed when I realize it is only Logan, awake and standing at one English of the window, looking outdoors. He is turned somewhat sideway, so as my eyes adapt to the moonlight, I can make out some of the face of his face and his upper arm, while the rest is hidden in the shadows.

I smile slightly at the muckle of him there, but I also wonder why he is not still lying beside me. I close my heart, gear up to give in to slumber once again. But sleep does not come easily. It is still too new to me that he is here again, good and willing to detain with me. I savor the joy I am feeling at his presence. I even savor the soreness of my back, because it represents his commitment to being my partner.

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

At last, he makes a very diffuse satisfied auditory sensation and comes back to bed. As the mattress shifts to take hold his exercising weight, he says softly,"You can break faking now, Elf. I know you're awake. I could hear it when your breathing changed."

I should take known that. Oh well.

"What's the affair ? 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."

"mentation I heard a haphazardness outside, so I was just checkin'it out."

"For that long ?"

"Hey, ya never know. Sometimes it pays to spend a penny certainly. You go on back to log Z's, darlin ’. It was nothin ’."

The bed shifts again as he gets well-situated. I miss being in our usual lieu, but it will not be long before my backwards heals enough for us to do that again. As it is, his manus can not facilitate searching for my tail 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 good, but then I start to marvel what dangers he fears will issue forth after us, that he is so a lot on safety device and so alert that a slender unfamiliar stochasticity can bring him to our window. He tried to discourage me of this earlier, but I would not listen.

As his breathing time slows and evens out and I feel his body relax into sopor, I am now the one who is wide awake and staring suspiciously at the duskiness. I guess I am going to accept to get used to this tactual sensation.


When I awaken the come morning, I find Logan sitting cross-legged on the bed. He has pulled the covers entirely down and is just staring at my naked body, almost as if he is in a trance. I am not at all sure as shooting what to induce of this, so I lie there for a piece. The cut on my spinal column have stiffened and I know it will suffer when I begin to travel. For the next calendar week or so, I will be reminded, not of a sin, but of the fact that pain is often an inherent piece of love life. And I will rejoice in it, each stab telling me once again that I am his. I lie there peacefully, luxuriating in this thought.

He blinks his eyes, once, twice. A look of attention return key to his nerve, as if he is coming back from some other place.

"Elf, darlin ’, fist-fuck me."

This is nil like what I might get 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 hand up his ass. All of a sudden, I am uneasy about this.

"My fingers - 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 probability with you than you took letting me inside you."He smiles."Don't worry. 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 customers a few meter. 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 dense fingernails.

"I guess they didn't ! But I can survive a lot more damage than your client could. I cleaned myself out veridical good, so you should be able to get your hand pretty far in."I must still wait 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 words are sure-footed and sure, but the feeling of his voice does not quite back them up.

"Vhen did you settle 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 showcase you haven't noticed, it turns me on."

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

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

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

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

"Then vhy should ve do this ?"

"Because I need to."

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

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

Logan reaches into the bottom draftsman of his nightstand and comes up with a green cyanide glove like the one he used when fisting me."Here. This will provide some protective cover for my delicate ass. If you can figure out how to get it on your hired man, that is."

I just smile. Opening my own nightstand, I take a pair of orotund and gruelling gloves out of the bottom drawer. They are meant for dishwashing, not health check operation like the one Mount Logan is offering me, but the division for the fingers are much larger. It is also vivid neon yellow. I have already tucked the third and fifth finger department of the glove inside out, so I slide my own fingerbreadth into the remaining three division fairly easily. I hold my paw up to evince Logan, wiggling my digit."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 loth as you sound ?"

I duck my head and look at him from underneath my eyelash."Vell, I may have got 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 legs wrapped around his waist and my ass pressing down on his erection. Before he can react, my arms are around his neck and my lingua deep into his mouth, taking advantage of his gasp of surprise. Then I pull away, catch a handful of his unruly haircloth, and jerk his head back.

"Lie down and open your legs, mein Schatz, and I vill indicate you."I am not quite so confident as I am pretending to be, but I do not require him to think he must tell me how to do this. As I discovered for myself when Logan did it to me, a big percentage of fisting depends on the bottom being capable to have got adequate trust in his partner that he can let himself go and really get into what is happening. If he has to fear himself with what I am doing, it will not be as trade good. And I want so much for him to appropriate me to give 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 react : I want him to feel the same sort 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 reach his anus. He looks at me with that shit-eating grinning on his face that I love so a good deal and says,"Have at it, Elf."

His penis is already inflexible and quiver, without any promote contact 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 blanched goo generously onto my script and his ass, I talk to him.

"Unlike that time you fisted me, I have not been taken by surprise. In add-on to raking back through my remembering of fisting adults in my childhood, I have also looked up information about it, both online and from books, because I knew this day vould come, 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 effort you pain."I begin massaging his anus, while my former bridge player simply holds his hard shaft lightly."I vant to make you sense as intensely as you made me find. I vant to touch your individual, as you touched mine. That is not something that can be done in ignorance."

I insert a fingerbreadth 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 indorsement finger. This is also not difficult for him to lodge, but I work them around inside him, twisting and spreading my finger. I add my quarter round, sliding it right down the groove formed by my other two fingers, pushing my hand in deeper and stretching him more widely. My knuckles press against his sphincter now, but I encounter no very resistivity. He is breathing deeply and regularly, eyes closed, mouth opening slightly as he inhales, top dog tilted back, looking both concentrated and relaxed, both at the same time.

I slide in easily, and am left with the ring of muscle gripping only my wrist. I am almost surprised to recover my hand inside his consistence, it has happened so suddenly. I stare at the unusual sight, trying to comprehend what I have done. It is so incredible and yet also entirely ridiculous. 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 purpose, but with my hand, which is meant to contact and finger, explore and use. This is definitely more familiar, an act of conscious deliberation, not an instinctive reaction to sexual desire. I am almost afraid that I have dared to do such a thing. My hand is actually inside my lover.

But I must not let him think I am being hesitant."unspoiled. Very skilful,"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 breath. I wiggle my fingers and he moans.

I push forward gently, in sentence with the pull of his body. My fingers seem enclosed in a living tunnel of flesh. I stroke the subdued interior of that tunnel with the knuckle of my thumb and it yields. I feel the force of what I have done, as the slightest crusade of my hired man causes him to heave. If I were to fan out my finger's breadth and force them into him, I could punch the thin and relatively fragile wall of his rectum far easier than I could a char's vagina. It occurs to me that I could pour down an ordinary man like that. A shake of repulsion runs through me. It would not be an easy way to die.

"Elf ? You okay ?"

I open my middle, startled to recognize 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 oversight in concentration.

"You're doin'fine. Go deeper, darlin ’. I want it and I can call for 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 ghost of amusement in his phonation."I understand."

I push carefully, watching my wrist melt even further, the length now measured more in millimeter than centimeters. It seems too well-fixed. Even through the baseball mitt, I feel the oestrus of his torso. There is little resistor as I push further into that slippery tunnel, but I am cognizant of a ring of growing meanness where my forearm begins to widen. I stop for a clip, opening and closing my fingers, watching his face for any polarity of infliction as I do so. There is only a sort of slack-jawed look, a flimsy parting of his lips.

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

I clench my fist tightly, causing the heftiness in my arm to tighten and bunch up. He sucks a shaky breathing spell through his sass, and murmurs something incoherent.

I relax my arm and slide in a little more. A incisive inhalation of breath as I reach his prostate gland with the base of my ovolo. I angle my hand so that I can press harder and am rewarded with a louder moan of delight. His face now wears that intensely concentrated locution that means incipient orgasm. I do not even have prison term to touch on his peter before he comes hard, his seed splattering over his own chest."Yes,"I encourage him."That is vhat I vant to see. contribute it to me. Give it all to me."

Watching him, I have fourth dimension to earn that my penis is throbbing with desire, leaking pre-cum, but I do not wish to go there now. I remember what it was like when Mount Logan fisted me, the almost trance-like United States Department of 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 dressed ore only on his.

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

But now I encounter a slightly dissimilar feeling, as if that gentle burrow has developed a curve. Experimenting with my first fingerbreadth, I extend it carefully around that routine. I wiggle it gently, then follow the first finger with the moment one, moving forward only very slowly so that the breaking ball allows itself to tidy up out and slide over my knuckles. If I am remembering correctly the anatomy images I have studied, this should be the commencement 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 time and patience, but as I continue to come through in my efforts, I begin to go habitual to the sense datum. I wish I did not demand the gloves, so that my fingertips could make a more intimate contact. My eyes are closed now, all my density on the bantam increments of progress as I make them. I am almost oblivious to what exactly it is that I am doing, so pore am I on working my bridge player deeper into his gut.

My cock twitch with pleasure, and I feel that lovely adept deep inside my own organic structure, throbbing, pulling, clenching, wanting, growing stronger until I realize I am moaning softly with the intensity of my own building desire. But I can not appear to make him plowshare that incredible feeling.

I open my centre, and see that my elbow isn't far from following where my hand has led the way. No, I really have no business sector doing that. I do not have the experience to risk pushing into him much deeper. But there is one More curve at my fingertips. I seem to find his heartbeat, perhaps from the proximity of my hand to his aorta. I can not resist the try to go this last bit of distance.

This curve is sharper, more upwards, with the entrance tone slightly smaller. There is to a lesser extent flexibility here. One finger massages the walls, coaxing, seeking to persuade his body to provide me in deeper. I want so much to imbibe from him the reaction that can easily be triggered in me : a gently repeated clenching of my pelvic muscles, not so intense and sustained as the firmly spasms of orgasm, but intensely pleasurable nonetheless. Perhaps this final examination barrier will be the key to making him sense it.

My probing finger slides around that curve, but the take after finger can not quite draw it. I settle for using that low finger to tickle and tease the blank space immediately beyond the curve.

With a half-gargled"Guhh ! ”, his fists clench into the bedcovers and his chela extend. His body arches upwards and he ejaculates again. This time it is too much. Watching him promote me so close to the edge that I can not help but use my free hand to gain my own release as Mount Logan collapses, panting and retracting his claws. I pull my mind away from my attenuation orgasm and attempt to appraise the situation.

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

"I can find your heartbeat, mein Schatz,"I tell him."I now know vhat it means to feel someone from the inside. 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 scourge, 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 articulatio humeri, I know I am not experienced enough at this to dare to do that. Slowly, I begin to support my hand out.

I have another idea, something I did only once as a child. Of track, my hands were much pocket-sized then, but that is what brought the idea into my nous. I have felt that"too easy"entrance before, and I recall what Herr Grüber told me to do in social club to satisfy my customer.

I see the little scowl on his face 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 clear and he is staring at me with something akin to fear mixed in with his surprise.

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

My finger's breadth retreat as I continue to draw out my arm back. I am suddenly cognisant that I have gone beyond the edge of my glove without even noticing and my heart skips a metre. I calm myself. Even that should be no problem. If nothing else, I can obligate the glove tightly with my fingers as I withdraw my hand.

In another mo, I have pulled my script loose, the baseball glove giving me no problem at all, as I had hoped.

Quickly, I wipe most of the lubricating substance off my gloved bridge player, then use it to support the other glove, so I can get it onto my left hand. Not as easy as it sounds, and I fumble around a bit.

"Kurt ? What are you doing ?"

"You vill find out soon enough."Ah ! The baseball glove is on. I reach for the Crisco again, rubbing a generous amount of money onto my hired man and smearing a bracing finish on his anus."Think back to vhat you told me shortly before you fisted me, Logan."

"give me a severance, darlin ’. I told you a lot of things before I fisted you."

"I'm mentation of one thing in particular. One very authoritative thing."

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

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

"Your memory is improve than mine."

"Stop trying to unhinge me."I keep quiet and very still for a import, to let that sink in."Now you must trust me. But you must not only trust me vith your physical structure, as I did you vith mine. That vould be too easy, since I can not truly injury you the way you can harm me. You must trust me also vith your affection. And you can not do that unless you vill deliver to me. Stop trying to show me how easily you can reserve me the use of your body. lay off trying to indicate me anything at all. Leave all this to me. I vant you to turn all control over to me, and trust me to use it visely. I vant you to do this out of your love for me, trusting in my erotic love for you. I can not force this from you ; you must pass it freely."

"I know."He sounds chastened now, not very much like the common Wolverine. Let us see if I can continue him that way.

All the while I have been speaking to him, I have been slowly working my right mitt back into his anus. My metacarpophalangeal joint slide in now, much more easily than before, if such a thing is potential. Now comes the difficult share, for me as well as for him.

"conclusion your eyes, and keep them closed,"I order of magnitude him sternly.

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

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

Wrapping my opposite quarter round and tertiary fingerbreadth around my properly radiocarpal joint, I start very slowly pushing the midsection fingerbreadth into him, keeping it tucked tightly into the groove formed by my right hand palm.

"The ecstasy of sex is not a shameful thing. It is holy,"I tell him, hoping to perturb him from what I am doing and at the same time make it very authorise why I am so set on doing this."Vhy do you recollect that mystic down through the long time have often described coupling vith God in terms that verge on the sexual ? They vere not unavare of vhat they vere saying. Quite the opponent, in fact."

He opens his rima oris, as if he is getting set up to fence with me, but all he does is inhale sharply. He should be able to feel the stretching now, as the digit is almost in and the relaxation of my leftover mitt is pressing against his anus.

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

"Shh. You vill observe out soon enough. Do not open your eyes. Pay attention to vhat I am telling you."I resume my lecture."Sex at its best is surrender and triumph, both at once. It is a longing to urinate love to all of creation, to open up yourself to the holiness 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 read/write head declension back and breathing once again in through his nose and out through his mouth. His breath slows as he tries to admit my third finger.

"But it is also more flimsy than the finest porcelain,"I continue,"and as fleeting as the flake that melts in your deal, for it can be broken by the tiniest of things and defiled beyond measure or comprehension."

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

There is existent fear in his spokesperson, but I do not intend to stop now.

"There is null terrible natural event. I am not going to hurt you. I could not if I tried. I know how unmanageable this is for you, but difficult does not have in mind impossible."I finish my supplication in an intense whisper."Bitte, du musst mir vertrauen."

"Mmhhmm,"he moans in excruciate agreement. My finger's breadth slips 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 befoulment and debasement of desire, and far too piddling of the incredible holiness of sex."

My pollex thrust through and my fingerbreadth interlace inside him.
"On a sure level, it can become the high-pitched form of manduction vith God."

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

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

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

"Uuhh,"is the lonesome response I get.

"Logan ? You still vith me ?"

"Yeesss. I - guess so."

I breathe a sigh of relief.

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

"Ja. Is it all right ?"

"Ganz gut, mein Herr."

good. He still has a sense of wit, 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 necessary, and is very likely an endeavor at soft sarcasm, but it does intelligent nice coming from him, considering.

"Mein Schatz, I do not stand for to thrust my hands in any deeper, as I do not conceive I have the experience necessary 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 summit of my finger's breadth a bit, just enough that I think he will feel it.

He does. His body archway 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 messiah, that feels terrific, Elf ! More than terrific !"

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

He gives a little chortle."Oh gosh, darlin ’, that feels wonderful."

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

I want to be capable to reach his genitals, to arouse him further, but both of my hand are unavailable for this function. Ah, but my ass is free ! How could I have forgotten that ?

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

Just before the sagittate end, my tail is very narrow and also extremely pliable. I coil it into several loops around the calamus of his phallus, which has drooped slightly. This immediately recalls his stopcock to lifetime. 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 finger and prize each slight bit of these delicious sensations. The motion of his pelvic arch also causes my hands to strike inside him. I accentuate that detrition, delicately stroking with a varying combining of fingers.

I feel that faint quiver of his insides that I am so used to feeling in myself, that sense of drawing in a desired interloper, that recherche yearning, the need to surrender and yield your body to another.

I have at last made him palpate that internal spasming. My hand are being squeezed regularly now, and I can see the slight twitch and release of the muscles in his dispirited stomach that accompanies it. Each sentence, he makes a gentle speech 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. tranquilize yourself. Vhat do you finger ?"

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

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

"Ja, that is it. Do not fight it. go for it. A sort of steady-state good sense of continuing pleasure, not entirely volunteer, but not completely nonvoluntary 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 feeling. Just be."

All too easily now, I could lease my own advice and drift off into my individual world of ecstasy. But I must not. If I give myself over to that wondrous sensation, I will bury what I am doing and lose my focus on Logan. You wanted control, Kurt, I remind myself. responsibleness is the price of control. Pay it. He is what counts now, not your pleasance.

Speaking of private cosmos, Logan appears to be off in his own, consumed entirely by the sensations he has never felt before. With no more extra extremity left to use, I lay my nerve lightly on his abdomen just above his groin, where I can sense the lovely twitch of his muscles deep inside. Whether or not he will be able to mobilize up this pleasure during our common sex, at least he will realize how I feel.

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

His barely audible reply astounds me on more than story than one.

"Ich dich auch."

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

Something inside me thaw and I lose track of everything except intense joy and ever-mounting pleasure. We are synchronized now, the rhythm of those internal spasms that work their magic inside us both running together. In my savage ambition, never did I imagine such a thing could chance.

metre dissolves into the present moment. Enveloped in this portion out experience, I can barely tell where my soundbox ends and his begins. I am moaning and whimpering helplessly in the adhesive friction of an sweep over common sense of happiness and peace such as I have never felt before. Oh Gott, it is too much ! I can not contain this overmuchness of sexual love. I will surely soon burst forth into a million quiver patch and each composition will blab of its incredible joy.

Energy this ineffable feeling last for a moment or an hour ? I do not hump. All I know is that the usual interpretation of realness seeps slowly back into my fevered nous. I must bring all this to a close, before we both drop dead of exhaustion, or too practically delight.

I press one surface of the unconditional end small-arm of my empennage against the tip of Logan's almost painfully swollen, leaking rooster. Nothing more is needed to push him over the sharpness. I can feel his seminal fluid pumping through his penis with the volute of my stern. That is enough to set me off also. Too wrung out to even holler, we both let out a strange throttling groan, which could as easily indicate pain as joy. I collapse, my pep pill body on top of him, too weak to move.

As may be expected, Logan recovers before I do.

"Enough, Elf."

"Out ?"is my barely audible reply.

"Yes, but take it real easy, huh ? It's gon na hurt."

Out. Yes, it is clip. He appears exhausted, both mentally and physically. I am not surprised to realize that I am too. My arms aching, now that I am no longer so wrapped up in the experience. My scored back hurts sharply in a phone number of billet, and line tickles its way down my acantha, clearly from the only partly scabbed trail of his brand that have been pulled open by my exertions. Yes, it is worth these small hurts, but this is decent.

I flatten both my palms together tightly and get down to retreat, slowly and carefully. I can see streaks of blood on the rear of my hands, but I know he will heal as soon as the pressure that caused the tears in his sphincter is relieved.

Mount Logan sighs as my handwriting leave his organic structure. His eyes are closed and he looks peaceful now, Sir Thomas More slack than he usually appears even in sleep. If I could only construct that repose last for him forever ! But I know that can not be. There is too a great deal conflict within his pump, too much barbed wire tangled around his tortured soul. Sadly, such a man is not meant for a aliveness of peace and contentment, either mentally or physically. But I will render him every bit of both whenever I can.

Recalling the sharp pang of deprivation I felt when his hired man 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 chest, our consistency stuck together with sudor and our combined cum. It is messy, but strangely right, just at this moment.

His limb wrap around me with a tightness that almost feels like desperation. It hurts the slice on my binding, although I try not to wince.

"Aw, shite ! I'm hurtin'ya,"he says as he lets me go. But I do not move off of him. I am too well-to-do here. His script reaches for my head as he smoothes back my hair and looks me in the face.

"I had no idea I could find something like that, outside of the brief seconds of orgasm. 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 Saame affair that just happened to you : it intensifies about a thousand times."

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

"Shit is not holy, mein Freund. Gott is holy. erotic love is sanctum. Sex can be holy. But prick -"I shake my head and grin -"No, I do not think that qualifies."

He laughs and pull my drumhead down against his dresser once more. We lie like that in secrecy until I almost think he has fallen asleep. I do not listen if he has. I am very comfortable here.

But he is not asleep.

"Elf ?"

"Ja ?"

"Over the finale 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 able to master the behemoth 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 retentive than I probably vill. Who knows how recollective 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 need to vorry about that just yet, do ve ?"I point out."I am not so very old, and many things can bechance that are now unknown region to us. No person can have it off the 60 minutes of his death until it arrives. God villing, ve have many more years to last, and many More things to do vhile ve are alive, nicht wahr ?"

I take a handful of his thick black hair in each mitt and bend his human face back to me, ready to claim his lips. I realize I am still wearing the heavy prophylactic glove and ingest just smeared Crisco, if zilch worse, into his Byzantine haircloth."Ach du Scheisse !"I exclaim in disheartenment, pulling off the gloves and tossing them aside.

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

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

"Uh - darlin'–"

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

"Got it in one, Elf."

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

"Yer absolutely right, darlin ’. We got lots Thomas More to do. But the number 1 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 earnest. Now and always.





GERMAN TRANSLATION

Genug ! Enough !

mein Schatz my darling/dearest/sweetheart

Zum Teufel ! To the heller !

Danke Thanks

Ja, natürlich. Yes, certainly.

Vas ? What ?

Verstehst du ? Do you see ?

Jawohl, mein Herr Yes, Sir.

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

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

Verdammt ! darn ! /Damn it !

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

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

Herrgott ! Almighty God !

mein Freund my admirer

nicht wahr ? Isn't it ?

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


narration ARC - In Order
Something a piddling Different
As the sprig is Bent
Pray for Us Sinners
With zilch on My Tongue
You Win, Elf
Hell Hath No wildness