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Creed's Firecracker	By : Polymer Category: X-men Comics > Het - Male/Female Views: 4069 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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After Hours

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While his arm steadied her, she did feel somewhat comfortable where she was. Also, someone else had elbowed into the bar and taken the two empty seats left by Kwannon and Shaw. Jubilee exhaled when both of them left surrounded by their crowd of fellow black suited men and evening gowned women. "Relax frail, they bought it�"

"Victor, she's a telepath� she probably knows�" she exhaled.

"Nope. She doesn't know anything more than what you were thinking�" said Victor, and tapped on the bar. The tender set two more drinks in front of them, and Jubilee watched his arm snake out and grab the beverage, than take a sip.

"But I wasn't able to shield my thoughts� she could have�"

"I can smell when the frail was usin' her powers. She had ta screen out a whole lotta crap from everyone else. Also too, she couldn't get into my noggin with those psi powers."

"Won't she be suspicious that I couldn't be read so easily?" Jubilee asked.

"She did know you was an X man at one time though�."

"Oh shit I'm dead�" Jubilee whimpered.

"No you ain't. They were expectin' me to pull something an' get one of da X men. You're my insurance policy. I make it look like yer my hostage, an' dey tink dat keeps da runt from playing dirty if he happens to catch me. I don't trust dem an inch. And since yer close to Yum-yum and da runt, it legitimates my story."

"Victor, I'm confused as hell."

"Don't be. All ya need to do is what yer told, and ya stay safe and alive. I aim to keep dose clowns from doing her in. Cause she's flesh an' blood. An' she's better off alive to me den dead, even if I can't have her cause of da runt."

"I feel like everyone's watching�" Jubilee whispered.

"Cause everyone is," Victor said matter of fact.

"How do you explain THAT?" she asked, squirming in his lap.

"Cause I'm notorious for doin' tings my way," said Creed, grabbing another smoke. Jubilee lit the end, and shifted again.

"So are we going to sit here and get plastered, or let 'em come get us�"

"We let 'em give us a ride. But I'll smell if it's foul play or not. Just relax, an' enjoy yer drink�"

"I'm kinda feeling a bit tipsy�"

"I'll take it then�" he said. "Get me some of dat perrier stuff� quick."

She was relieved when she switched to the perrier. "Won't they notice now� I've switched."

"Yer a little slip of a thing. They'll just figure I�m tryin' t' keep ya from getting smashed," he chuckled. "Now you guys got any eats around here? Me an' da frail are starving�"

***

"M'iko�" Logan moaned into her neck.

Something hard pressed between them, and Logan realized that they were the honor swords she'd given him. However this close contact was addictive and it felt maddening not to be able to touch her, so he really did not want to let her go. As if reading his mind she shifted the wide belt so they were positioned to the side, and there was nothing but the garments between them. Silk heated up incredibly fast, and he was burning up with hunger and protectiveness, directed towards the woman kissing him hard. Threading fingers through his hair and drinking in each kiss as if it were her last. Groaning he slid his hands down the silk and gripped her backside to tug her hips into his.

"Wonder what your cousin would think if he caught us doin' this," he mumbled against her lips.

"What I do in my chambers is my business alone. He would not dare�"

"But that half brother o' yours� he gives me the creeps. I don't like him�"

"Nor do I. That's why you must stay close to me�"

"How close would that be?" Logan lifted an eyebrow, a lascivious smirk coming over his once serious face.

"Very close� it is not improper for you to stay with me� after all, you are not only champion but consort as well� and I think you know what that means�"

"Nobody sayin' stuff about us bein' together, right?" he chuckled.

"Not at all. They would not dare. You're within your rights to take satisfaction with the blades I've given you to defend my honor as well as your own�"

"Hmm this Japanese bushido might not be so bad AFTER all�" he chuckled. "You seriously mean if I ended up stickin' a blade in some moron who said boo nobody would look at me cross-eyed?"

"Even in this modern times, you're within your rights to do so, seriously," she said quietly.

"Damn�" he trailed off. "Sorry to joke darlin�"

"Takes more than your sense of humor to get me upset, you know that by now," she said with a lopsided smile that was far more the Michelle than the proper lady she had become. Funny how the makeup and costume hid the feral traces he had seen coming to the surface. Little wonder she kept her lips closed, and her eyes slightly downcast. Granted because they were dark black, they could not so readily notice the pupils that were slightly feline in nature, or the wild hair that was becoming curly with streaks of reddish blonde, that she had been dyeing for the past weeks since she admitted her feral side inherited from Creed was asserting itself with a wicked vengeance.

He thought how ironic, remembering with a slight blush about the increased savagery of some of their lovemaking sessions. Not that he minded in the LEAST, because it was wonderful to have a lover, no a MATE who could keep up with him. An ornate jet-black wig, makeup, kimono, and sleeves hid these traits well enough. Manicuring and tonsuring could hide slightly feline features and her slender muscular build, and the feline grace only enhanced her graceful stature and movements as a noble. Yet that slight growl that was inaudible was still there in displeasure. Also the deep purring he felt vibrating through their bodies as he held her stirred a rumbling from his body that answered.

She stopped, and looked slightly embarrassed because she had become aware of it. "Don't stop that on my account. Ya said these were your private digs. In front of me ya don't have to put up the mask. You know that, right?"

"I do," she whispered.

"Thought I was gonna go NUTS during that dinner, havin' to smell ya just next to me an not be able to touch ya�" Logan growled. "It's maddening�"

"I know� it took all my self control not to want to throw you onto that table and have you make love to me�" she laughed with a shyness that amused him.

"Might wanna take these threads off, cause what I'm about t' do might not make 'em last for long," Logan gritted his teeth. "I hope we're all done with the pomp n' circumstance�"

"We are� they left us alone, knowing that there are affairs that happen between two adults that must be honored. Another trait of Japanese society is that we know sex is a natural urge� and therefore�"

"I've seen enough movies n' pop culture thanks to you, an' everyone else to know better," he grinned. "All that prim an' proper an' you're just as horny and imaginative n' kinky as the rest of us crazy minded people�"

"I don�t' think I still have my sailor outfit from girl's school here�" she winked.

"That's one thing I don't get� wantin' to bang little girls� though I guess it's a fetish that Japanese men find a turn on� but that floats their boat� me I like a mature well endowed woman� with CONSIDERABLE assets� thought they GOT the right idea about keepin' used underwear�"

"No vending machines here," she joked.

"Cripes, listen to us here� you'd think we were back at the mansion," he teased, resting his head against hers. "No matter the clothes or the trappings we're still the same underneath it all. An' I won't let ya forget that for a second� at the proper time n' place a' course�"

While Logan had been teasing her she felt her robe being removed and slid down her arms. Silk glided to the floor, and she reached up to remove the ceremonial wigs and other trappings that inhibited her. Only in bare flesh before him, he feasted his eyes on her, and buried his nose in her neck. Reaching up she unfastened his robes as well, letting them whisper to the floor beside hers. Servants would straighten them up, and new ones would be provided tomorrow. Now he was clad only in the loose silk pants, the hakima that men wore, and he glimpsed himself in a mirror, chuckling. Still the swords were slung on his hip, his feet bare socked and his hair lightly mussed like something out of a late night martial arts flick.

A three-quarters silver moon peeked in through the edges of the rice paper framed window. Logan felt his blood boiling at the silvery threads of light working their magic on her body. Smooth skin was only slightly interrupted in the fading scratches and abrasion marks that were almost gone from the day before. Reaching up she gently unfastened the weapon belt and lay it down to the side. Before he could stop her she was starting to pick up the garments and arrange them. A hand on her arm stopped her, and with a growl of hunger he pulled her close to his body.

"Enough of that, darlin� c'mere�" he whispered throatily, tugging her hips and rubbing her belly against him through the silk. Reaching down he picked her up in his arms and carried her towards the bedchamber. He had wisely noted the location when they had been left alone in her private quarters. Though his night vision was excellent, the hot kisses made it difficult for him to see around her sweet face blocking his view.

Unlike in the movies, she had a proper bed that was vast and wide. Set with silk sheets and rich linen coverlets, with a thin veil canopy fluttering in a night breeze. Electric lighting had been turned off in her room, and Logan had noticed someone had lit the lanterns to give the room a sensual glow. Incense stung his nostrils, obliterating all scents but hers and those immediately around.

He set her reverently on the bed, and climbed on top of her, growling with need. To be away from her but right next to her was enough to arouse him. She felt the evidence through the silk pants, and wasted little time in helping him remove them. Sighing with immense relief, he parted her hips and slowly buried himself in her. Eyes were closed and he lay on top of her, purring deeply, not wanting to move. Stretching under him she wrapped herself around him, and let his chin lay in the hollow of her throat, his entire body weight pressing her down. Was it the surroundings that suddenly put a damper on the wildness? Whatever the case, Logan was simply enjoying himself immensely by lying completely still and letting her feel his hardness pushed deep inside her body. Sliding his arms between silk and her body, he wrapped her body in a grip of muscles overtop adamantium that seemed safe and unbreakable.

"This close enough for ya?" he whispered.

"No way anyone could reach me with you protecting me so well," she chuckled, leaning up to kiss him.

"God ya feel so good� hope ya don't mind but I don't feel like movin'� dunno why but I'm just enjoyin' laying here with ya under me, around me�" he sighed, kissing her slowly and sensually while being completely still and stiff and hard in her softness. Slightly she shifted her lips with teasing motions that made him groan in need. He was resting some of his weight on his forearms, because he had knelt down on both knees for a moment to reposition him.

"Don't move Logan� don�t' move� just protect me," she whispered, and he did just that. It wasn't long before they were both fast asleep in each other's arms, joined as close as two could ever be.

***

Jubilee murmured, feeling a great weight lying across her chest. She blinked to alertness and felt something soft and furry wrapped around her bare back. The rest of her body was sheathed in sheer silk, while blankets cocooned her in the slight cold of the hotel room. Turning her head slightly she realized that she was wrapped in the arms of the man who had protected her and she had bantered insults with daily. The clock showed four AM but she was wide awake. With relief she noticed that she was covered in the gown, and her fellow occupant was also safely covered. Even though her dress lay over a chair, amist stockings and a pile of his suit, nothing had happened. All she recalled was screaming at night, and feeling him complain and insist that she quiet down and lay close.

Bare chested, clad in silk pajama bottoms, Creed lay on his side, spooned into her back. Jubilee felt his body pressed close, yet he had remarkable self-control because she felt nothing to make her nervous. Except that he was extremely close and snoring in her ear. He had insisted they share the bed, and she did not think it wise to disagree. However he had further insisted that nothing would happen. Other than sleep, because he was too damn exhausted and he didn't bang underage frails.

That didn't include not sleeping curled up to them. Rubbing various body parts inadvertently to them. He had his other hand thrust between her backside and his groin, which was twisted slightly away. Strangely Jubilee was not repulsed at the pressure of his back against his spine, or his knees immediately behind hers. Fear of the violence had driven her close, and she had seen the horrible faces of the Yakuza operatives all that night. Had Creed known this, because with his strong arms trapping her she had felt some measure of odd protection? In fact she had fallen so deeply asleep that she had forgotten where she was.

This was the first night in Japan, that they had shared a bed, and she felt a weird affection towards this surly, cursing jerk of a wild man. Was she nuts? Yeah he was a bastard, but he had protected her. Was it some sick game that he'd suddenly decide he was sick of her and kill her? Jubilee was scared momentarily, and shivered. Mumbling he frowned and wrapped his arms more tightly around her, effectively trapping her closer to his body. Also she was painfully aware of something else that was making her squirm. Something that many teenagers undergo, when reaching adulthood.

It was actually making her squirm being so close to a very hard-bodied man. Make that an incredibly buff and well-toned man, who towered to a height of almost seven feet. His hands were huge, able to wrap around her arms and encircle them easily with thumb and forefinger. Yet he embraced her in his sleep like a doll, tightly enough to stop her from leaving, yet not so tightly as to crush her or suffocate her.

"Vic�" she whispered. "Vic� I gotta� um you know� powder my nose?"

"Go on then," Victor murmured sleepily. She realized he had been awake this whole time? His arms released her and she scrambled out of bed towards the bathroom.

When she emerged later, he was still laying there. He lifted the sheets, and motioned for her to get back in alongside him. "There ya are. Thought you'd fallen in� c'mere�"

"Um� couldn't sleep very well�"

"Damn cold under here�" he mumbled. "Still too frickin' early to get up� c'mon under here an' keep ol' Vic warm will ya?"

"When will we get up?" she asked slowly, hugging herself as she climbed timidly on the bed, and Victor motioned for her to lie down next to him again.

"Not for another few hours�" he mumbled, again wrapping his arms around her and pulling her tightly to him. "Now lie still an' get some more sleep. We're gonna need it for whatever happens today�"

He kept his hands well away from her breasts, she noticed. Simply tugging her so she was close, and she realized she was pressed with her front to his. Victor lay on his back, and repositioned her with ease so her head was pillowed flat on his chest, and she was tucked in the groove of his arm, trapped against his side. He turned her three-quarters of the way over with a grunt, shifting his shoulders as he wrapped one arm around her, and then slid his large hand to enclose hers.

Under her ear she heard his heart thundering, and the movement of his chest up and down with each breath. He tugged the sheets around them both, and lay with his head facing towards her, eyes shut. Long curly hair partly covered his face and splayed out over the pillow like a fuzzy lion's mane. There were few things cuddly and fuzzy about this deadly living weapon, Jubilee shivered. Yet his body or his chest at least was covered in fine furry fuzz that was thick and gold, almost like the coating of body hair on Logan. She had seen him bare chested, and Victor was no exception.

Nostrils flared in his sleep, and he grunted, gnashing teeth slightly and mumbling as he shifted against him. Fortunately his hands remained safely in very platonic positions, and she realized she felt some measure of safety here. Letting her eyelids droop, she surrendered to sleep.

***

Jubilee fell asleep. When she next awoke, she realized she had shifted slightly, and her leg was tangled around his. In embarrassment she wanted to remove it, but Victor's other massive leg had partly trapped it there because he had turned slightly towards her. She shivered and shifted in embarrassment and fear, because she could not stop the response of her body towards him. For crying out loud she was only 15, barely 16, and this guy could easily kill her. Why did she find this so strangely�? Sexy?

It was an uncomfortable ache, and Jubilee squirmed, feeling her body betraying her good judgement. Victor shifted, and she felt her legs further tangled so his was thrust between hers. Whimpering she felt moisture and bit her lip because her body was quivering in tension. Oh god he was going to smell it, and there would be NO stopping him.

Eyes opened, and she froze in fear and anxiety and extremely mature arousal. "Oh god� I'm sorry� shit�"

"What ya sorry for, Jujube. All frails get turned on when they're about your age� ya think it's sick or something?" he murmured.

"No I mean� um yes� I mean� oh god�"

"Ain't nothing t' be shamed of, girly pie," he murmured.

"You aren't going to� I mean you said�"

"Ain't gonna jump yer bones. Got enough control for that. Ya gotta take care of yourself, go ahead. I'll just turn over�" he murmured, letting her go.

"You mean with you here� next to me� in the same bed?"

"No place else ta go. Just forget I'm here," he murmured, turning over with his back to her. Jubilee blinked in shock. She was not sure if she should be afraid that he would get some sick pleasure hearing or smelling her releasing her passion, or be relieved that he wasn't going to take advantage of her.

Still she couldn't ignore it, and could not go back to sleep with the wetness. Slowly she slid her hand into place, and set about relieving the arousing ache. Her back was pressed to his, and Victor had left her enough room in the queen sized bed so she could tangle her thighs around her hand and try and find her relief.

"Want my help or not, frail?" he asked.

"I couldn't I mean you said�"

"I ain't gonna touch ya. Just move yer hand a little higher see. Yer not hitting da right place�" he murmured. She was shocked when his massive hand reached down, and grasped her wrist, moving her hand further and she yelped as her hands touched a place that made her shiver.

"How the hell did you KNOW that?"

"Every frail should know how ta' take care of herself. Figured you'd already, at yer age�"

"Shit�"

"Don't be all shy n' stuff. Everybody's got da urge," he murmured. "Now just go ahead an' take care o' yerself� I don�t' care if ya make any noise or not� look I'll go into da damn bathroom if yer that bothered by me here�"

Victor got out of the bed, mumbling and opened the door. He took the local newspaper, and she heard the door shut not completely, but enough that she could lay there with relief. Jubilee did just that, and felt him shift enough away so she wasn't up against him. Relief flooded her when she quivered and cried, lying on her side panting. "Oh god, this is so friggin embarrassing�"

By now he emerged from the bathroom and sat down next to her on the bed. He brushed her sweaty hair out of her face, and she cried softly. "Shouldn't be, Jujube. Yer growin' up. Don't tell me nobody told ya it wasn't okay t' please yerself," he mumbled. "Did some smart ass tell ya it would make ya grow hair on yer palms or something?"

"I well� I never had someone tell me how�"

"Stupid shits, it's an urge, natural an simple. A frail should know how to get herself off when she hasn't got a partner t' do it for her. If ya want I can get ya something to help� later today. Then if ya DO need to do it, you can go on into da bathroom and take care of it�"

"What sort of something?"

"You know, something to play with. Shit, didn't anybody teach ya anything? What the hell did they teach ya at that damn school anyway? No sex Ed? Thought most girls yer age knew about sex toys."

"Oh, DUH�" she laughed with relief. "God I didn't know�I don't get it� why you didn't..."

"Why I didn't grab ya and rut ya?" he laughed. "You ain't old enough. Ol' Vic might be on da sick side, but he ain't no pedophile�" he murmured.

"I thought in Asian countries, 15 was legal� I mean most prostitutes ARE that age�"

"It's 16 in some places. Sixteen in Madripoor," he muttered. "You ain't old enough. So don't worry about it."

"Thank God," she whispered.

"I wouldn't hurt ya, ya know if ya wuz old enough though," he mumbled. "I ain't stupid. Yer a pretty frail, and I like ya too much. So don't think I'm gonna go an' take ya see�"

"But if I were?"

"Maybe, an maybe not," he murmured, wrapping her in his arms and kissing her forehead. "Now get some more rest, ok? Time change is MURDER and ya were up all freakin' night with dose nightmares�"

"Sorry."

"Forget it, girly. Now get some sleep�"

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