Spider vs. Wolverine

Disclaimer: Haha, me own spiderman? Now who would believe that.

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"Come on, now, chuckles." The red and blue web-head ducked a split second before a flying object could replace his head. The moment his spidey sense calmed down, he raised his head again, white masked eyes meeting a certain hot-headed pair, "We can talk about this... right?"

"Piss off, Bug!"

Spiderman flipped off the wall, landing easily on another as he replied casually, "Actually, spiders are NOT bugs. Not to mention that peeing in public is an arrestable crime."

"Don't give me that crap!" The shout was followed by the hurling of another object. Namely, a huge table.

Nimbly leaping out of the way, the spider 'tsked' as he chastised mockingly, "Didn't we already have this conversation, Logan? Do you WANT me to drag you all the way back to the Institute? Am I going to have to report you to Xavier??"

"NO." Logan frowned, stepping drunkenly forward, "Don' wanna."

Underneath his mask, Peter frowned, turning to face the bar owner who was currently cleaning the bar. Now, Spiderman could argue that now was not the time to be cleaning, especially underneath the overhanging counter, but the dried and stuck gums would beg to differ. Unless, of course, he wasn't really cleaning but actually hiding. Oh well, people spend their time as they choose.

"What do I do with the drunk and walking furball?" Spiderman asked the cowering bar owner, crossing his arms as he did so.

"I do not care!" The trembling man exclaimed crossly, "Just get him OUT of here!!"

With an exasperated sigh, spidey turned his gaze towards one drunk wolverine. Curiously, Logan seemed to be closer than he remembered.

"Wolfie, would you like to walk outside now? The nice bar owner would like to close down his bar." Spiderman said in a calm, I-am-either-talking-to-a-child-or-a-moron tone.

"I don' care." Logan growled, tipping his head back as he took another swig from his half-empty bottle.

"I think you've had enough to drink for one night, mister." The masked hero quipped as he yanked the bottle away, courtesy of his webbing.

Logan was not amused. He advanced menacingly, "Yer gonna give me that back, bug."

Spidey grinned, gripping the bottle before him as he flipped out through the front doors, "Or what, wolfie? Or what?"

The moment the growling wolverine stepped out of the bar's threshold, the owner rushed forward to slam the doors shut and lock 'em. It was a wonder how the arachnid had convinced the man not to call the cops. Heck, it was a wonder the mutant managed to drink himself to this foggy state. With his healing factor, it was hard enough to even get a little bit drink. Spiderman didn't even WANT to know how much or even what it was that Wolverine managed to glug down to get him wasted.

Logan paused near the outside of the pub, looking left and right. When he spotted the spider hanging lazily upside down from a lamp post, he bared his teeth and advanced.

"Tell you what, wolfie." Under his mask, Spiderman was grinning like a fool, "If you promise me you'll head straight back to the Institute, then I'll give this back. Maybe."

"Grrrr." Logan stalked closer. Sure, maybe he was drunk. But right now to the arachnid, he sure as hell didn't LOOK it.

SHLINK. SHLINK. His adamantium claws were out.

"Aw, crap."

A breath after that statement, there was no longer a lamp post. For a split second Spiderman wished the pavements were covered with pillows.

THUNK. Hmm, no such luck.

Spiderman rolled as a claw impaled the ground where he had been a moment before. His roll was stopped by the other claw coming down. Spidey tried to roll back the other way, only to run to be stopped by the claw that was still very much driven into the ground. He was actually considering the chances of possibly rolling forward or backward, which was very unlikely if not impossible in his position, when Logan made himself known with a throaty growl. Freezing, the arachnid found himself looking up at a very pissed off Wolverine.

"Haha, you know what? Here. Have your bottle back." The red and blue clad hero shoved the bottle upwards in an attempt at peace. Unfortunately, the 'cuddly' Wolfie bear wasn't feeling very hippy-ish at all. A point Logan made clear as he freed one clawed hand to slash the bottle, making Spiderman quickly yank back his own, clawless one, "HEY. Careful where you put those things!!"

The claw was out of the ground. One side was now wide open to the possibility of rolling to freedom. Seeing his opening, Spiderman tried to spring out from underneath the drunk X-man. Once again, he got no such luck as Logan pinned him there with his muscled body.

Spiderman blinked, "What is your DEAL, Logan? One minute you want the bottle. The next you slash it up. First you wanted me to leave. And NOW what is it?"

Logan frowned, trying to clear his alcohal-hazed brain. When that did little more than make his mind spin, an irritated growl bubbled up from his throat. The vocal sound made the pinned arachnid beneath him shiver. Which, once again, made Wolverine frown. Where the hell was he and how the fuck had he ended up outside?

Noticing the confusion on the dark-haired man's face, Peter wasn't sure whether he should bring attention to himself or not. Then again, he could just free his arms and shove the stocky, drunk man off of him. Wiggling to free at least one arm, Spiderman froze when blue eyes locked with his own masked ones.

"What the HELL..." Logan managed to say. Spiderman would've replied to that statement. Probably with some asinine comment that was no where near serious. But he couldn't. Because his conversation partner had slumped unconscious on him.

"Great. JUST great." Spiderman sighed. He didn't even remember how to GET to Xavier's Institute much less what number to call.

Which left only one other place.

Spiderman groaned, "Aw man.... Not MY place..." Glaring back at the unconscious figure, Peter managed to free himself and frown down at the man, "You'd better not break anything."

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Groaning, Logan opened his eyes to darkness and unfamiliar surroundings. He froze, sniffing the air. He wasn't drunk now, thanks to his healing factor, but he wasn't sure how long he had been out.

'If I find out this is just some practical joke by one of the kiddies...' Wolverine gnashed at the mere thought, wondering once again how the hell he had managed to get himself drunk.

He shifted slightly on the couch he was on, only to realize another problem. He was horny as hell.

"Fuck." Logan groaned, his voice a notch below regular speaking tones.

If only he could jerk off. But he had figured out a long time ago (and Wolverine is freakin' old so it was a damn long time ago) that jerking himself off was no where near as exciting or as satisfying as a good old fuck. Grumbling incoherently about the idiocy of it all, Wolverine set about finding out where he was first. He sniffed again and something tugged at the back of his brain. The scent was familiar. But whose...?

Logan was curious now. Curious and damn horny.

That's when he heard an inaudible THUMP in the next room. Well, it would have been inaudible if he hadn't been a mutant with acute hearing. Crouching lower, he stealthily made his way to the door.

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Spiderman sighed, shoulders slumping in exhaustion. Another thrilling day in the life of a superhero.

Stop a few muggers, thieves, and just plain psychopaths. Save a few innocents. Get more dirty looks than not from half of 'em thanks to the Daily Bugle. Leave a drunk X-men person in his apartment. Peter took a quick glance around his bedroom. Well, if Logan had woken up already and trashed the place, at least HIS room wasn't touched.

Not that anyone would be able to tell. It looked like a hurricane had swept through it recently.

Spidey sighed again and turned to close the windows, therefore missing the entrance of a certain mutant into his room. Logan crept in silently, closing the door quietly behind him.

'Huh. So the bug's the one I've been smellin' all over the place.' Wolverine realized, still crouched and hidden in the shadows. As Peter closed and locked his windows, the moon managed to hit his silhouette JUST right... and all of a sudden Logan was socked in the gut with a realization. He was still fuckin' horny.

The Spider turned and took the few steps towards his bed, just about ready to plunk down and snooze 'till morning. Yawning, he missed the form in the shadows completely as he tugged at the bottom of his upper spandex suit. Wolverine watched silently, frozen, as he realized that the bug was stripping. Well, starting to, at least. He caught a flash of exposed flesh before he lost it.

Peter Parker had been lifting the top of his costume halfway over his head when he heard a throaty growl. Yanking down the suit back to a fully clothed condition, Spiderman gaped at the feral mutant advancing closer. Logan was crouched. He had lost sight of any exposed flesh and he was mad.

'Why didn't my spidey sense warn me?!' Spiderman wondered, a split second before it started tingling, 'Oh yeah. That helps a whole bunch.'

"Heeeeyyy.... uh, Wolfie-er, I mean Logan." The arachnid said slowly, hands up in the universal gesture I-won't-kill-you-so-please-don't-kill-me, "Watcha doing?"

There was a look in Logan's eye. A look that Spiderman had a very bad feeling about. A very BAD feeling about...

Peter took a step back. Wolverine growled. Spidey opened his mouth to say something when Logan made his move. He sprung straight at the wall-crawler. Yelping at the suddeness of it all, Spiderman flipped back towards the window, cursing at himself for locking it earlier. He bounded off towards one of the walls to escape a tackle from the crazed X-men.

With haste, Spiderman managed to shoot out some webbing and unlock the window before the mass of coiled steel and muscle bounded at him again. Dodging with graceful twisting and contorting of his body, Spiderman sprung off the wall to land before the window, "As fun as I'm sure this'll be, I think I'll just head on out until you cool down."

As he was about to leap right out of the window, his spidey senses screamed at him. Falling into a rare moment of panic, Peter's mind went utterly blank and instead of dodging, he tried to continue with his pre-planned jump. He could only hope he would make it out in time.

Muscled arms engulfed him and the Spider landed with an 'oof' back on the floor, having been successfully tackled. He couldn't help but think sarcastically, 'Well that went well.'

"Not getting away that easy, bug." Logan growled into Peter's ear.

Spiderman shivered. What was Logan's deal, anyway? That's when it struck him. Or rather, when Spiderman FELT it. Logan's sculpted body laid on top of his own. Spiderman's costume didn't leave much to the imagination. So there wasn't really anything he had on that could hinder the feeling of the BULGE that was present. The bulge right. Between. Logan's. Legs.

"S-h-h-i-i-i-i-t." Peter said slowly, berating himself mentally, 'See? See, I should have just LISTENED when people told me not to bring home drunk strangers to my apartment. Given, being a superhero and A GUY, I figured, you know, I could handle myself. And its not like Logan's a real stranger or anything... Aw HELL, forget that. Pay attention on getting OUTTA here!!'

"Sorry bug, but I'm horny as hell here. And you just happen to be here, so sit back and enjoy the ride." Logan said, arms still trapping Spiderman's arms, his own weight in muscle mass pinning the younger man to the floor.

Struggling to test his captor's bonds, Spiderman replied, "Well, you are in luck Wolfie. I just happen to have a perfect solution for both of us. How 'bout I just get out of HERE so you won't have to screw me to the floor, and you just stay HERE and jack off or whatever it is you need to do."

The feeling of the arachnid's toned body shifting beneath him was only making Logan more turned on. Growling, Logan flipped the surprised spider over on his back, leaning his face close as he stated, "I have an even better idea. And it doesn't involve you. Going. ANYWHERE."

Peter blinked, his jaw gaping and feeling like it was just about to fall off. Had Wolverine just said that? Had Wolverine just INSINUATED what Peter thought he was insinuating? Was that LUST that he saw in those hard blue eyes? Lust for him, Spiderman? Was Peter just gonna continue laying there gaping and asking all sorts of obvious questions, or was he gonna try and escape this madman's hold?

Spiderman grinned. He was flipped over. Meaning his arms weren't pinned. And meaning he could probably knock the guy out cold with enough force if he hit the right spot. So what was stopping him? Well, maybe it was that sudden grin on Logan's face. The one that made Peter shiver and go wide-eyed in confusion as well. What was the mutant planning?

Not wanting to find out, Peter pulled his arm back, his fist balled and ready to deliver one helluva punch. Until one of Logan's hands found its way down his spandex pants.

"You wouldn't..." Spiderman gaped.

Logan shoved his hand right on in, curling it around Spiderman's cock and grinning devilishly as he felt Peter shiver, "I. Would."

He squeezed.

"HOLY SH-" Peter gasped, his hands on either side of him as he tried to backpedal from the warm sensations Logan's hand was giving him. This was SO wrong in more ways than one. Spiderman was NOT gonna enjoy it. He was NOT gonna stay there another second. He so was not.

Unfortunately, due to a certain raven-haired horny mutant, Spiderman did not have much of a say in the matter.

Growling as he realized Peter was trying to escape again, Logan's other arm shot out and he pinned the boy down by the chest.

"P-e-t-e-r..." Wolverine breathed the name out slowly, his eyes locking with the younger one's still masked eyes as Logan's hand continued its slow and jerky minstrations.

"L-Lo...gan...." Spiderman attempted to say it in the same tone, but due to a certain.... excitement... in his lower extremeties, he couldn't quite get his voice to cooperate.

Peter Parker was trying to hold it in. Logan could tell. He was experienced enough to know these things easily. And it was something he would not allow.

Rubbing more deeply and tugging with more fervor, Logan was rewarded with an extremely uncontrolled moan from the younger man beneath him.

"S-H-I-i-i-i-t-t..." Peter hissed, as he shifted weakly in an attempt to break free.

Logan grinned at the pathetic attempt. What he was doing to Spiderman was apparently weakening his struggles. It made the older man grin wider, knowing he could do this to the arachnid. With a simple hand and a few movements, he could turn the super strong hero into a quivering and moaning mass of delectable flesh. Before Peter knew what happened, Logan had him devoid of any and all articles of clothing. Which was a feat upon itself since it was a usual struggle for Peter to pry his suit off when he was hot... and, uh... sweaty.... and.... was Logan SNIFFING him?!?!

"You smell good." Logan commented, eyes locking with Peter's.

"That's uh, good. I guess." Spiderman mumbled, eyeing his pile of clothing that had been flung to the far side of the room.

Unless he suddenly developed powers of teleportation, he wasn't gonna be reaching them anytime soon. Peter held his breath and waited. Nothing. Crap. Oh well, one could only hope. He turned his attention back to Logan to see the older mutant eyeing him hungrily.

Despite his situation, Peter couldn't help but joke, "Like what you see?"

Logan growled appreciatively, a possessive gleam to his eye as he replied, "Ya look pretty damn fuckable to me."

"Now, you see, uh, looks can be decieving." He stumbled over his words as he noticed Logan stripping out of his own clothes. He couldn't help it as his eyes seemed to stray towards every bit of flesh the X-men slowly revealed.

Realizing what he was doing, Spiderman instantly jerked his eyes away. Then he realized something else. Logan was busy strip-er, taking off his clothes. He was busy. Meaning, he wasn't pinning Peter down anymore.

'Haha. Sucker!' Peter grinned as he darted towards the window. Nude.

That last thought made Spiderman pause halfway through the window. In that millisecond, a bare arm encircled his waist.

"Shouldn'tve hesitated." Logan said before yanking the younger man back inside.

"Aw, CRAP. You are so right." Spiderman commented as he found himself slung on the bed, "Here. Let me try again."

"I think not, bub." Logan grinned, flashing his teeth, as he descended on the trapped spider, "Ironic isn't it? I thought spiders trapped the flies."

"You are one HAIRY fly." Peter replied as he scooted backwards on the bed, eyeing the window and the door.

"Don't even think about it." Logan growled.

Before Spiderman could even think of what to say to that, he found his mouth was suddenly enveloped in another's. Logan kissed deep and hard, almost bruising Peter's lush lips. Slowly, Wolverine pushed Peter down on his back, his other hand traveling down to the nether regions. Gripping the slightly struggling Spiderman's cock, Logan took instant advantage as Peter's lips parted at the unexpected touch. Peter couldn't even think, much less protest, as Logan's tongue continued ravishing the hot cavern of Spiderman's mouth.

'Man, if I knew it felt this good fucking the bug, I woulda done it years ago!' Wolverine thought with a lust-filled smile.

Well, technically, Logan wasn't fucking Spiderman YET. It was something the X-men was making sure to fix.

"Don't make me... uh, HURT you or something..." Peter cursed under his breath at how pathetic the threat sounded.

Wolverine's brow raised, "Man, that was pathetic."

Spiderman let out an exasperrated sigh, "I KNOW. Sheesh." He waved his hand, "Here, let me try again."

As he waved his hand, he quickly changed it into an aiming one as he fired a quick splurt of webbing at Logan's eyes.

"Gah!" Wolverine shouted, totally caught by surprise.

Peter made a run for it. Or rather, a jump for it. And he had to jump over Logan's head in order to escape. Unfortunately for the bug, it was something Logan was counting on. Growling, Logan tackled the boy midair once more, falling with him back onto the springy mattress of the bed.

"Aw crap. Come ON." Spiderman gasped, cursing at his luck.

"Nice try, kid." Logan grinned as he tore the webbing from his eyes, "But I don't let prey escape easily. At least, not 'till I'm done with 'em."

Peter shivered at that, pinned hands gripping the sheets unconsciously as he tried to joke it off, "Aw, come on Wolfie. You wouldn't rape a fellow super hero. Uhm...right?"

Peter figured there had do be some tiny fiber of moral under all that muscle and lust.

"It's not rape if both sides are willin'." Logan replied, somehow able to make his voice sound soft yet horny at the same time.

'DAMN his morals.' Spiderman cursed.

His thoughts from then on were sort of... well... just mush and incoherent as Logan began to work on him. Peter felt the feral mutant's tongue, his hands, his breath everywhere. Logan must've unpinned Peter a couple times but the onslaught of heat and touches left Spiderman little more than a quivering moaning mass. Too weak-kneed to move much other than arching his back in pleasure or squirming as Logan found ways to touch him in the most pleasurable of ways. Peter's mouth was too busy moaning to let out a decent protest.

"Don't... nnggghhhnn...." Spiderman arched as Logan lapped at his hardened nipple, his hands expertly stroking heated paths over Peter's body. Spiderman tried once more, "...St-stop Logan.... ahhhh...."

Logan took a moment to lift his head, breathe, and reply, "Don't stop? Whatever you say kid."

Peter could only squirm in pleasure as Logan continued working on him. Soon, Spiderman felt his throbbing cock about to burst. Sensing this as well, Logan moved his attention lower. It wasn't until Peter felt something warm, wet, and overall pleasurable, slipping into his puckered entrance that he realized what Logan was up to. Wolverine was lubricating him. With his tongue.

"HOLY SHIT!!" Peter almost jumped right off the bed. If it weren't for Wolverine's hands clasped firmly on Peter's hips, Spiderman probably would've, too. Before promptly fleeing from the apartment out the window. Nude. And not caring.

"W-what do you... think you're doing??" Spiderman asked in a shaky voice, propping his upper body up on his elbows as he fixed Logan with as hard a glare as he could. Hah. His glare wouldn't even scare a kitten, much less the tough, muscled Wolverine before him.

"What does it look like?" Logan grunted, starting to get impatient, "I'm getting you ready so I could fuck ya to the floor."

Peter's eyes widened as his face reddened considerably. He couldn't help but state the obvious, "We're ON the BED."

Logan grinned, a gleam in his eye as he glanced at the shocked, panting boy before him, "Exactly."

Before Spiderman could even ponder on his meaning, Logan's tongue delved into his tight depths with gusto. Peter tensed before he broke out into a moan, collapsing down onto his back as he lost the strength in his arms to prop him up.

"Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.SHIT." Peter hissed, panting.

"Ya better not. Or I'll slice ya clean through." Logan growled from his crouched position.

"If I do... would you stop...?" Peter asked in a hope filled tone.

Logan took a moment to let silence descend. Then, abruptly, he said, "...No."

"Aw crap." Peter frowned. Not that he needed to go or anything. But it had been worth a try.

When Logan suddenly knelt in front of him, lifting one of Peter's legs over his shoulder, Spiderman could only blink, startled. Was he going to...? Peter only had to look into his eye to know. Well, that and all the previous foreplay would make it a definate and obvious answer. But all those things aside, Peter tried once more to get his panting under control to protest.

But Wolverine beat him to it by shoving his dick up Peter's ass.

Spiderman tensed, his inner walls clamping down hard on Logan's member, making the muscled mutant groan in bliss. Seeing his opponent distracted, and trying his damndest not to get distracted either, Peter clenched his jaw and tried to pull away with just his arms and one free leg.

Now, its not that Spiderman didn't have super strength. It was a gift that came along with the whole superhero mutant thing. But as much as he struggled to pull his ass from Logan's throbbing dick and backpedal from the bed, he found two firmly planted hands stopping him.

Apparently, a sex-crazed Wolverine had strength a sex-muddled Spiderman couldn't top.

Logan gave a low, threatening growl. Pulling the arachnid's body further underneath him with a bit of strained effort due to Peter's struggles, Logan's grip on the spider's waist tightened.

Let's just say... their mutual groan of intense pleasure drowned out any and all protests.

Then he was moving inside of him. Peter could do nothing but arch his back and moan, hips thrusting back to meet Logan's. If Spiderman's mind had been working, he might've been wondering what the hell he was doing. He might even be wondering why the hell he was enjoying it. But at the moment, Peter's mind was temporarily out of order, and he was in no hurry to get it working again.

"So... fuckin'.... tight..." Logan growled appreciatively.

He pounded into that ass with little remorse. Peter was thrusting his own pelvis back with mind-numbing force. The combination of the two was... phenominal to say the least. At one point, Spiderman had shoved his hips up so hard, Wolverine was almost flung back. But Logan would have none of that. With a low sharp hiss, the X-men mutant grabbed the spider's ass and pumped in hard, delving deeper into Peter's depths.

Spiderman uttered a cry of intense pleasure, disbelief filling him at just how good this felt.

Growling, Logan's hand grabbed Spiderman's cock, making the younger man whimper in pleasure and anticipation. His moans increased in volume and tempo as Wolverine pumped Peter's cock in time with their thrusts. Peter threw his head back and moaned for all he was worth, attempting and failing to get his senses under control. It was just so much. So much pleasure. And it was all coming from the slick and hardened body riding on top of him. It was all Logan. And it felt SO freakin' GOOD.

"Logan...." Peter panted, pulling Wolverine's head down to steal a deep and urgent kiss, "I'm gonna-oh GAWD... I'm gonna come..."

"Do IT." Logan grunted, giving one last thrust into him as he stroked Peter's cock.

It was like an explosion. Peter came, screaming Logan's name. His ass clenched and Logan came a split second afterwards, howling as he too shouted the name of the one he was fucking.

But just when Spiderman thought it was over, he felt the cock buried inside his ass grow large again. Logan was still riding him, and riding him hard.

"You goh.... nnnnggghhh! You -gasp- gotta be.... -mooaaaann-.... joking..." Peter protested weakly, trying to shove the older man off of him even as his ass vibrated from each impact of slamming against Logan's muscled inner thighs.

Wolverine's reply was to grind more deeply against Spiderman, successfully extracting a drawn out moan, before slamming into him once more. Spiderman was a mess. His breaths came out short and in gasps, sweat forming on his brow. The friction of their bodies created an immense heat, though the warmth was also derived from the intense pleasure. Logan himself was grunting. His ass clenched with each powerful drive of his hips, unrelenting, into the younger man pinned underneath him. Logan alternated between grinding deeply to pounding fiercely into the toned body beneath him, immensely satisfied with the quivering reaction as Peter tossed his head and moaned loudly.

Peter could feel his own arousal between his legs, pinned between his own body and Logan's abdomen each time they thrust together. But he refused to touch himself. To find release that way. His hands clenched harder at the sheets below him as Wolverine continued to pump lustfully into Peter, making the younger of the two cry out louder each time. Pleasure-filled groans didn't escape Logan's sensitive ears. Nor did the ripping of certain fabrics as the pleasure swept Spiderman away.

Noting the arachnid's prominent hard on, Wolverine instantly attacked it with his calloused hand, roughly pumping it as he drove himself madly into Peter's opening. Spiderman arched back even more, his dick still sensitive from the first orgasm. How the X-men handled himself, the spider didn't know. But apparently Logan really was horny as hell.

The springs rocked harder as Logan set a faster pace, his eyes filled with lust and desire, the musk of their intercourse filling the room. Peter could feel it building up inside of him again and he tensed as he came for the second time, crying out, "Logan!!" His sperm shot out in bursts, splattering against their stomachs. With an audible grunt, Logan's ass clenched and he came inside of Peter again.

Wolverine's arms were braced on either side of the arachnid, his wild thrusting slowing down. After a few moments Peter realized something. Logan hadn't stopped pumping into him. His penis was still firmly embedded into Peter's hole, and the spider realized that the wolf hadn't had his fill yet. If they didn't stop soon, Peter had a feeling his ass would be paying the price tomorrow.

Grunting, Peter tried to shove Wolverine forcefully off of him, "Get off, Logan. How can you.... aren't you tired?"

Logan didn't bother answering. Taking that as his que, Peter tried escaping once more. He actually did manage to pull away from Wolverine's cock completely, much to the baffled look on Logan's face, as he backpeddaled frantically in his weakened state. Growling audibly, Logan grabbed Peter's thigh and yanked downward, bringing the arachnid's body slowly back. His other hand grabbed Spiderman's shoulder and pulled him even further under him. The calloused hand gripping the thigh swung the leg back over his shoulder. Snarling at Peter as if saying 'go ahead and try escaping again' Logan raised himself to his knees and pulled Peter's hips up with him.

Spiderman muttered defeatedly, "Sex-deprived mania-GAH! UUNnnnggg.... gawd.... so GOOD...." Logan had rammed his swollen cock back into Peter's wet and tight folds, enjoying the warmth enveloping his hardness for a moment.

After that moment quickly passed, Logan was back at it again. But this time, the X-men didn't hold back. He was ramming into that ass full force, delving deeper into the arachnid's body from this angle. Spiderman made a particularly hot and loud moan as Logan found his sweet spot. Grinning devilishly, Logan angled himself and hit the spot every single time, making Peter writhe passionately and call out loudly each time. His muscles trembling from exertion, Wolverine poured his remaining strength into pounding the arachnid senseless, the creaking of the bed growing ominously louder.

Finally, the bed snapped and the frame fell to the floor. The sudden impact jerked Logan deeper into Peter than ever before and both cried out loudly at the intense pleasure, both reaching their climax at the same time.

Spent and trembling with post-sexual tension, Logan pulled himself out of a panting Spiderman and collapsed beside the brown-haired man. Before Peter could even think about scooching away, or any of that sort of thing, Logan wrapped his burly arms around Spiderman and pulled his lax body towards him.

"Great. I'm spooning with a wild beast." Spiderman murmured once he got his breath back, "One who, practically, fucked me three times over."

He didn't exactly snuggle into Logan's arms. But then again, he didn't pull away either. Logan took this as a good sign.

"You're not... mad er anythin', are ya?" Logan hadn't wanted to say it, but the question needed to be asked. Though it had started off kinda wrong, he sure as hell knew they both enjoyed it. And if Spiderman did so much as DENY that unarguable fact, Wolverine would shred his innards. Then screw Peter again just to prove him wrong.

Peter snorted, throwing an arm lazily over his face, "You bet I am, chuckles.... I'm gonna kick your ass." Spiderman sighed as he shifted, trying to get more comfortable, as he yawned, "Right after I get some rest, of course. Long night. But you can bet you're gonna wake up to an ass whooping in the morning."

"Sure, kid." Logan gave a snort of his own, shaking his head, "Sure."

"You KNOW..." Peter mumbled sleepily, "you could always avoid that ass... whoopin' I'm gonna give you by leaving. Like right now. Or something."

Logan nuzzled his neck, eliciting an appreciative gasp from the arachnid. Grinning, Wolverine pulled the younger man closer, closing his own eyes in preparation for sleep as he replied, "Nah. I like it right HERE."

Spiderman mumbled something else, but Logan didn't quite catch it, "What was that, bug?"

"I SAID..." Peter shot back, annoyed as he turned around to face the grizzled mountain man, "you'd better NOT be horny in the morning. Or EVER AGAIN, for that matter."

Logan replied with a deep, mind-numbing kiss.

Wolverine was too experienced for Peter's own good. Grumbling, Peter fell asleep soon afterwards, missing the smirk that appeared on Wolverine's face entirely.

"Count on it, Peter..."