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Logan, despite working with Victor Creed for the past five years, wouldn’t necessarily say that the man was his partner.
They did all their merc jobs together, yes, and planned their lives accordingly around that, yes, but also Logan has the vague idea that if he were to call Victor Creed his partner, the man would be insufferable.
That isn’t to say Logan didn’t like being with Victor; both working the jobs, and then drinking afterwards. He very much did. It’s one of the few sublime pleasures of his life, those dark nights with Creed in a rowdy tavern, heads pressed close so they could hear the other, knees hitting.
Sometimes, if they drink enough, they get a room. Nothing of note happens when they do that, or at least that’s what Logan pretends in the daytime. What does happen is one of them will pull the other to their chest in bed, back to front, and whisper in the other’s ear as they masturbate together. They don’t touch each other when they do this, nothing beyond a hand to a chest to hold them closer, or a forehead pressed into the back of a head. They finish together, lay together, and wake up as if nothing happened.
Business as usual.
So, yeah, Logan wouldn't necessarily call Creed his partner. That’s a can of worms he doesn’t think he could deal with while the sun shines.
Their job today is a seemingly simple one: Go into a dungeon, find a lich, and kill it.
Easy enough.
“We should go drinkin’ tonight.” Victor tells him as they traverse the dark channels of the dungeon, both of them using their darkvision to see with no help of a flame.
“Yeah?” Logan asks, only half paying attention. “Why?”
Victor shrugs, smiling wide. The man is a half elf, but claims a leonin ancestor in his line, one whose genetics gifted him his sharpened canines and nails. Logan believes him; there’s something quite wild about the man, more than any other half elf Logan has met.
“Do I need a reason for drinkin’ with you, punk?” Victor questions.
Logan just snorts, shaking his head. They continue to head through the dungeon, just a singular long tunnel, looking for any branch off, or a door. Luck seems to be in their favor, as only a few minutes later, they find a huge, beautifully carved wooden door in a hidden corner.
“Ladies first,” Logan snarks to Victor, opening the door for Victor.
Victor takes it in stride, walking through the doorway with a swagger, Logan following behind him.
The door, strangely enough, is to a garden. It must be some sort of Druidic magic, as the plants are all wild and overgrown, healthy as anything, all thanks to an artificial sun in the sky, instead of the damp earth the rest of the dungeon had.
“Huh,” Victor comments, pausing and looking up. “Pretty.”
Logan walks past him, continuing on through the garden. “We can pick flowers later, Creed, c’mon, we got a job to do.”
The garden was real pretty though. It wasn’t neat in any way, a pure beauty to it that went beyond man made works. Flowers and vines of unknown origin surrounded the place, colors and shapes that Logan had no idea of, no name to place them.
“Promises, promises,” Victor sighs, mock-wistfully, walking dutifully behind Logan.
Logan notices the heat only a few steps into the garden. He assumes it's some sort of humidity, something to keep all the plants well watered, but it feels more like the heat is coming from him, than anything else. He feels his hands start to shake as well, a fine tremor that starts in his fingers, all the way up his arm.
“Victor, do you feel-” Logan cuts himself off as he turns to face Victor, shocked at the sight in front of him.
Victor, only a few steps behind him, has his hand in front of his pants, very obviously massaging his hard cock through the leather fabric.
The sight makes another bolt of heat go through Logan, and a tremor starts in his legs as well. It’s so hot in here, he feels like he has to lay down. “Victor-”
“Just a moment-” Victor grunts. He shoves his hand in his tight pants, and then starts jerking himself off. The pants accentuate each movement, making it almost more obscene than if he took the pants off. Logan stumbles back with a moan at the sight, having to throw an arm behind himself, grasping onto a boulder, to not fall.
“Fuck,” Logan breathes, his hand going to his own cock, already more than half hard just from looking at Victor. That seems to catch Victor’s attention, and in a blink of an eye, Victor is over him. With his free hand, Victor pushes Logan up off the ground, and down on the boulder by his shoulder, pressing his hips into Logan, the weight of him keeping Logan pinned and in place, feet not touching the ground. “ Victor .”
“Just a fuckin’ moment.” Victor groans, shoving his pants down with one hand, just enough so his cock jumps free. He immediately goes back to pumping it, eyes locked onto Logan’s.
Victor’s cock is huge, at least compared to Logan’s dwarven body. From base to tip, it's bigger than Logan’s head, and Logan’s mouth falls open on his own accord, a broken moan escaping him. During all their drunken masturbations with each other, Logan has never seen Victor’s cock, and to see it now, in the false sunlight of this underground garden, is addicting. In response, Victor presses harder against him, the rock cutting into his back. Victor pants near Logan’s mouth, his breath warm, so warm, everything feeling impossibly warm.
Logan tries to raise his hips, to grind against it, but the height is all wrong, it's not enough. “Fuckin’ help me here, you tall fuckin’ idiot.”
Victor growls, another sign of his ancestry, and shifts a bit, shoving his leg between Logan’s as he continues to jerk himself off. He leans closer as he does this, their chests almost touching. He never breaks eye contact with Logan.
Logan gratefully grinds against Victor’s thigh, aggressive and quick movements, no thought of shame when all he can think about is Victor’s eyes on him, his cock so close and hard, the heat that envelopes both of them.
Logan grasps Victor’s arm, the one keeping him pinned, fingers slipping through the armor to hold onto his skin. Victor’s skin, like Logan’s, feels impossibly warm, like a fever. Logan’s hips jolt, a delicious drag against Victor’s firm thigh. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Logan repeats, grinding faster, harder, already almost there. He squeezes his eyes shut, feeling the pleasure tightening in his gut.
“Pretty,” Victor moans, deep and throaty, and Logan feels something hit his chest, almost cool against his heated skin, although he knows it should not. He opens his eyes to see Victor cumming on him, Victor still looking at him, hand not stopping.
Logan lifts himself up as much as he can, not very, and grinds down hard, almost painfully, on Victor’s thigh. That, the cum painting his skin, and Victor’s face, all come to a point, and Logan cums in his pants.
Logan falls back with a gasp and a shutter, slipping down a bit so his ass is more on Victor’s thigh than his cock which- which is still hard. Logan is still hard. Victor is too, hand still moving on his cock, although it’s more subdued, not the aggressive movements he’s been doing. Victor shifts his legs again, seemingly trying to get more comfortable, but in doing so he moves his thigh, and Logan slips down the rock, having been using Victor’s thigh as his balance.
Logan’s feet hit the ground, and he, unable to stand on them with his shaky legs, falls backwards a little, ending up in a half hearted crouch.
He also finds himself at the height of Victor’s cock.
Logan doesn’t waste time nor thought before putting his mouth on it, lapping at Victor’s balls and shaft. It’s messy, no technique to it, but Logan isn’t really thinking of that right now: all he can think about is how badly he wants Victor in his mouth.
Victor moans above him, hand going to Logan’s hair and all but pulling him on his cock.
It’s huge; Logan’s jaw makes a horrible creak sound as he opens his mouth as wide as he can. It’s painful, and in the back of his mind he knows that he’ll be feeling it long after they leave this dungeon.
“Fuck yes,” Victor purrs, pushing deeper into Logan’s mouth, the head pressing into the back of Logan’s throat while only halfway. “Oh, sweetie.”
Logan moans loudly around Victor, angling his head up so Victor could slide more easily, which Victor does without pause. He grabs at the back of Victor’s legs, near his knees, pulling him even closer, Victor doing the same with the hand in his hair, until Logan’s nose hits the blonde pubic hair at the base.
Logan’s throat spasms with the intrusion, which causes Victor to let out another moan. Logan feels delirious with desire; all he can do is groan around Victor, breathing out through his nose as he tries to get a taste. Victor is so deep in him, Logan almost thinks he can feel his cock at the hollow of his throat. All he can smell is Victor’s musk, his cum, heightening his already nearly unhinged arousal. He works his throat against Victor’s cock, pulling harder against Victor’s legs.
Victor pulls out halfway, and thrusts in, banging Logan’s head against the boulder with the impact. He repeats it again, and again, pressing closer to Logan with each thrust until he’s all but straddling Logan’s upper chest against the rock, riding Logan’s mouth.
With this angle, Logan can’t move his arms that much, meaning he’s unable to reach down and touch himself. His hip moves up, grinding at nothing, and Logan thinks he’s going to go insane.
“Pretty, pretty, pretty little thing.” Victor huffs above him, sounding as far gone as Logan is, his thrusts getting more and more frantic. Logan feels himself almost get lifted off the ground at a few of them, the force of it driving him up. “My pretty little thing.”
Logan keens, desperate for anything. Each thrust abuses his throat, and Logan thinks he can taste blood somehow. His head swims, and he tries to take more of Victor, even though he knows it’s impossible. He crosses his leg, squeezing. It hurts too, and it feels so fucking good.
Victor wraps some of Logan’s hair in his hand, pulling Logan up with a particularly hard thrust in, and then grunts, falling onto Logan as he cums again. He keeps Logan on him by the hand in his hair, and Logan chokes. He swallows what he can, working his throat more, but it doesn’t help. He starts getting light headed, the only thing seeming real around him being the weight in his mouth and Victor’s scent, when he cums untouched.
When Victor finally pulls out, he drops to his knees and kisses his own cum out of Logan’s mouth. Drool and cum trickle out of Logan’s open mouth as Victor kisses him, dripping down his chin. His jaw hurts to keep open, but hurts even more to close, so instead, he sticks his tongue out, and Victor sucks on that.
Victor pulls off him with a wet smack, and tugs at Logan’s thighs, dragging him closer and making Logan fall completely on his back.
Without words, Victor scoots back, before leaning forward and tearing open the front of Logan’s pants with his teeth. Cock free for the first time since whatever this is started, and still hard, Logan moans deep and heady, nearly pathetic with his volume. Cum drips down his thighs as Victor pulls his pants down to his mid thigh, the rest on his inner thighs from his repeated orgasms. Victor licks that up as well, before putting his mouth on Logan’s cock.
Victor takes him much easier than Logan took his, swallowing gracefully around his length. Logan arches into Victor’s mouth as much as he can, Victor taking it and giving more, purring around Logan’s cock. Logan feels the vibrations shoot up his entire body, and can only give a breathy moan through his ruined throat.
He looks down at Victor as he sucks him off; His long hair falls in his face, and Logan puts a hand out to grab at it, pulling up and away so he can see where he disappears in Victor’s mouth. Victor has both hands on Logan’s hips, and blows him as if he was some sort of wild animal, grinding between Logan’s legs, cock digging in the dirt ground.
“Victor,” Logan breathes a silent groan. Victor pulls off him a little, just enough so the tip of Logan’s cock was in his mouth, sucking on the head, licking the slit, before diving back in. “ Fuck .”
Logan comes first this time, this one feeling a bit uncomfortable, his hands flexing in Victor’s hair. Victor swallows it all and then pulls off.
He moves himself up again, moaning, “Logan,” as he rests his head on Logan’s chest, continuing to grind. “Ah, I-” Victor cuts himself off with a shake of the head, before continuing. “I need you.”
You have me, Logan thinks, but is unable to say.
Manhandling Logan again, Victor flips him over with a hand on the back of the neck, straddling him. Logan moans with the feeling, eyes rolling in the back of his head as he now grinds into the dirt.
Victor presses himself against Logan, hand still on the back of his neck, covering him, digging him more into the ground. Dirt fills Logan’s nose, Victor’s breath hot and panting in his ear as he thrusts against Logan’s ass. Logan lets out more silent moans as he feels Victor’s cock against him, slick with cum and spit, and slipping between his ass cheeks as Victor pounds into him. More than once the tip pulls at his hole, and Logan is so turned on right now that he thinks he wouldn't care if Victor went in with no prep. He wants him to, even.
Victor pushes harder on Logan’s neck, hips getting frantic again in a way that Logan is now familiar with. Victor lets out repeated grunts of, “Ah, ah, ah,” before coming between Logan’s ass, painting his back. He yowls as he comes, sounding pained, which Logan can relate.
“Logan,” He groans, voice weak, and the hand on Logan’s neck loosens. “Oh, wait, fuck-” With that, Logan feels all of Victor’s weight fall on him, unconscious. Logan makes a painful sort of noise of despair, turning over on his back. His cock, painful and red now, moves against Victor’s abs, the heavy pressure feeling so good that Logan isn’t thinking of what he should or shouldn't do. He moves Victor off of him slightly, just enough that he still has the pressure of his body on his, but also so that he can grab his cock. He jerks himself off while burying his face in Victor’s hair, mouth open. He feels up Victor’s vest to feel his back, his chest, his side, all his skin, and when he comes, all he can think about before blacking out, is Victor .