Title: Body For Sin
Author: Munchie (munchie@chris-chick.fsnet.co.uk)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/main characters: Cyclops/Sam Curtis, Cyclops/Wolverine, Wolverine/Sam Curtis
Series/Sequel: complete
Summary: Crossover - X-Men The Movie/CI5 The New Professionals. PWP. Sam Curtis' investigations at the school for the gifted take an altogether not unpleasant turn. (Set before Logan departs to rediscover his past or after he comes back and about four to six years after CI5NPs episode Glory Days)...
Disclaimer: CI5 The New Professionals, Curtis and Keel, Backup, Spencer, Richards, Malone etc are all the property of Brian Clemens & David Wickes Television. The X-Men, Logan, Scott, Xavier etc are the property of Marvel and the movie is a 20th Century Fox thing. They AIN'T mine! And that's that! By all accounts none of 'em would be any fit shape to save the world if I had my evil little way. *teg*
Notes: For Lou, Alyse & Sky - told you I'd get my shit together one daay. *g* Thank you for your support above all else (not to mention the nagging).
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Body For Sin
By Munchie
Chapter One
Sam Curtis tried to resist the pull to touch. Smooth - curved - beneath his fingertips. The sparks of static electricity sending tingling warmth coursing through his hand and arm. Eyes, he wanted so much to see the man's eyes, that were hidden behind the shield of darkened glass. Curtis tucked his fingers beneath the teflon coated arms of the sunglasses.
Scott caught Curtis hands gently with his own. Pulling Curtis' fingers slowly away from the metal with a sly, almost mischievous smile. "Believe me, you don't wanna do that." He grinned.
Curtis tilted his head to one side, peering quizzically at the man. Searching the rosy smoked lenses for an answer he didn't get.
"Oh you don't want to do that." A second voice hissed, near growled, over Curtis' ear before large, rough, fingers pared the collar of his shirt from his neck. Soft, smooth lips sensually teasing the taut skin beneath Curtis' jaw and earlobe. "Bad for the decor." Logan whispered in his familiar low growl. Hot air gushing through Curtis' ear canal as the second man scooped his fleshy earlobe into his mouth with the tip of his agile tongue. The english agent groaned quietly allowing his right hand to drop from Scott's light grip so he could reach around to find the line of Logan's hip and thigh.
"Professor Xavier just had this room re-decorated." Scott added as he closed in on Curtis, narrowing the distance between them. Logan's heavy scent, sweet yet bitter sweat countered by the syrup spice of the englishman's cologne filled his nostrils. The aroma permeating his mind, buzzing through his senses and soul, heightening the need to touch. So far their 'guest' hadn't complained. Scott watched as his lover toyed with him, nipping slowly at the side of his neck and shoulder until the man tilted his head back, his lighter eyes turning to darkened pools Logan's agility extending beyond his brutal physical presence. The man had a mouth that had sent Scott over into bliss too many times to count in recent days, watching him at work with another sent hot pins of desire through the younger man. Scott's palms sought closer contact, cool silk trapping Curtis' body heat, the aura seeping through Scott's hands and fingers tormenting him with the promise of athletic muscle and smoother skin beneath the shroud.
Curtis's eyelids lightly flickered closed then open as Logan sucked deeply at his shoulder. God he didn't want this to end. The other man, Scott, for a moment transfixed before taking the lead from his lover - pulling Curtis' lips to his. A short, affirming, chaste touch to the englishman's parted mouth. The gap between them little more than a matter of layered clothing. Scott's heavier high necked jacket making a hushed 'shh' sound as it brushed against the light silk of Curtis' shirt. A shortly continuous ripping sound followed, metal on metal, Scott tugging the zipper down in a single fluid movement. The harsh sound ear-shatteringly loud over the muted sighs of inhaled and exhaled breath. Curtis, startled, tried to move from between the two men.
Four, stronger, arms pulled him back, held him closer than before. Logan's attentions became harder, more intense, seemingly an attempt to extract Curtis' collarbone from beneath his skin.
The englishman squeaked a whine that deteriorated into a deep, formless moan. Scott's lips were back on his again, velvet tongue chasing it's like back and forth. For each short exploration of the younger man's juicing mint hinted mouth Curtis granted him one of his sour, coffee tainted, inferno. Lost in the grace of Scott's near silent return. Tongue pointed to scrape the roof of the englishman's mouth before curling against the side of his tongue and teeth. Logan bit down harder, his teeth grazing Curtis' sensually sored collarbone until the englishman gasped for breath, Scott turning away from him - catching Logan's signal... enough with the english guy already!
Scott shot him a slanted smile as Curtis edged his jacket from his shoulders revealing a black, body sculpting, t-shirt below the leather. Curtis leaned forward, irresistibly nipping and sucking the line of Scott's exposed neck, chasing the pulsating line of his jugular vein up to the spot at the angle of his jaw. Their bodies forced closer. Logan's weight bearing down on his back and shoulders. Curtis sought with his fingers the heated skin beneath Scott's t-shirt, tugging the forming material out from the waistband of his trousers. An explosion of sound loud in his ears hot satiated sighs and breaths as the two men blocking Curtis exchanged more than words.
Curtis felt the tightly fabric covered hardenings of both Logan and Scott pressing against his hips. Front and rear. Driving his own latent erection to new arousal.
Scott thrust his hips against Curtis' forcing a groan from his english prey as Logan ravaged his mouth with renewed intensity. Grinding his hard cock against the englishman's groin as Logan lightly cupped his face with one hand, holding the englishman firmly with his other. Sensual sensitivity contrasting his powerful, dominating, inquisition. Needfully drawing Scott's taste to mix with his own the strong taste of Curtis on his lips pushing Logan's kiss deeper as he desperately pored to find an area untouched by the englishman's taste.
Scott reached with one hand behind Curtis' waist slotting a thumb under the loose drawstring of Logan's tracksuit pants, his other working with hooker's ease at the buckle of Curtis' belt.
Mutual, synchronised, groans amplified in his ears. Curtis' body thrusting hard against him, returning Scott's skillful finger work with some of his own - seeking the risen peaks of Scott's aroused nipples with pinching, brushing, finger tips and wickedly scraping nails until the younger man turned his attentions from Logan to the englishman's despairing lips.
Scott rose his arms above his head as Curtis yanked his t-shirt upwards exposing finely defined muscle and blanched pale flesh. Logan busying his hands and fingers dragging Curtis' shirt from his waistband. The two men stripping the buttons from their holes until the silk garment hung on Curtis' shoulders by a wish.
Logan took the collar firmly in his grip pulling the shirt from Curtis shoulders as he dragged it down slowly, his lips tracing the definable line of Curtis' spine as he chased the covering away.
The englishman smelt good, the sweet after-scent of sweat from the hot city day subduing the light fragrance of his shower soap to a whisper, in it's midst overriding the others, the stronger perfume of Curtis' readying body. A sickly rich aroma Logan wished dearly he could've eaten whole. He rose back up, cupping the firm flesh of Curtis' arse in his hands - kneading, massaging, until all the englishman could do was make lock jawed groans of approval. Logan caught the red lit lens of his lover's sunglasses, he could almost swear if he could see the bastard's eyes, that he was goading him. Laughing, as he immersed himself in the willing englishman's mouth once more. Logan bit back another warning snarl the little shit was using the whole situation to make him jealous, as he'd done many times before with Jean Grey. She understood - the biggest surprise of all - patted them both on the back fondly and virtually kicked Scott out of their room nightly. This was different. They'd never shared anyone other than themselves before.
Logan fought back the possessive pangs tightening in his stomach. Two - he thought - can play that game and slipped his left hand between the strewn folds of material at the front of Curtis' trousers.
Curtis' mind exploded. Blistering shards of ecstasy shot through his groin in time with the short, brisk, pumps to his cock. He nipped quickly at Scott's lower lip, an apology, drawing back to lean into the body causing him such pleasure. Logan's arm wrapped around him in and instant, enveloping his body. The sensation of bristling hairs pricking his back and shoulders, his unleashed hardness thrusting between his parted, chino covered, thighs. Touching, teasing, filling Curtis mind with an array of images - few comprehensible.
Scott took a sttep back, folding his arms. A sour frown combining with an evil smile touching his lips. Logan glared a return to him for a second before dipping back down to torment Curtis neck and shoulder with his tongue and lips. Curtis was close, Logan could sense it, smell his pre-cum in the air. The sinews in the englishman's throat proving too tempting a prize as Curtis threw his head back. Logan, keeping a careful, challenging, eye on his lover licked the full length of Curtis exposed neck. Fine lines of muscle undulating beneath his tongue, Curtis' whimpering cries - melodic as he brought him over. Thick liquid burning hot against his hand; the dampness absorbed by the material of the englishman's trousers. Logan took one last look at the hungered expression painted on Scott's face before wheeling Curtis around to claim his kiss.
An anguished gasp breathless as Curtis fell into him. The englishman clawed hard, short fingernails against Logan's naked torso. His hands moulding, seeking sculpted muscle and bone as he battled with the hot as Hell volcano of Logan's mouth. Tongues lapping, forcing in and out, breath stealing, graceless and desperate. Curtis found the edge of Logan's waistband nestling precariously on the curve of his arse, forcing the fabric down. The whirr of his orgasm still burning like a fire between his eyes a throbbing confusion swallowing him whole. Curtis clutched, gripped, Logan's arse - sinking his fingers into the resistant flesh until the taller man growled like an animal. Logan returned Curtis' abandon forcing their swollen heads together with shuddering precision in the close quarters of their embrace. Fingers, on instinct, raking Curtis' dark hair to a wild mess. Logan opened an eye to check if Scott was watching, watching an 'expert' at work. He was gone.
Logan's disappointment was short lived. Scott's sweat soaked palms danced lightly over his back both leading and following Curtis' path. Logan shivered as his lover stepped up behind him realising Scott's nakedness. Tantalising heat from his erection pressed deep against Logan's inner thigh as he parted his legs to allow Scott closer. Logan's skin itched with sex, four hands skilled in their wanton need sending concentrated shocks of pleasure over him in waves.
Logan was caught between the two. His groin screaming with each touch of Curtis' cock; a tantalising niggle forming at the base of his spine with Scott's mischievous external glances to his prostate and the smooth sensitivity of his inner thigh. Every hair on his body seemed to stand to attention as he racked his brain to decide who's sensations he should immerse himself in first.
Scott caught his lover's whispered curses, sinking his mouth into the join of Logan's left shoulder and neck. His tongue and teeth finding the right amount of pressure and torture without a second thought, working on instinct his brought Logan's whispers to louder groans. Curtis carefully avoiding Scott's head brought Logan down to return his kiss - silencing the taller man's hissed protests. Almost like fumes Curtis' taste and the smell of his sex crashed against Logan's mind thought departing him as he allowed himself to be taken by it - by him.
Scott guided Logan's hips back against his own. Knees quaking, thigh muscles contracting as the fine course hairs on his lover's body brushed the ripe fullness of his length. Scott groaned, his jaw becoming locked around the flesh of Logan's neck. Torn, Scott tried not to think about Curtis' touch, the man's breath against his face their bodies enveloping Logan's forcing his lover towards insanity. Curtis broke his kiss, his hand trailing the path of finely shaped muscle over Logan's abdomen reaching under him until he held the taller man's balls in his palm. Light squeezes causing Logan to gasp before hungrily reclaiming Curtis' mouth.
The englishman's fist binding their cocks together in a heated explosion of sensation.
Strong ripples of heat flooded their bodies in time, contact craving more. Their skin radiating, practically glowing with heat. A luster of wetness forming over their naked torsos.
Scott tightened his hold on his lover's hip. Logan's muscles tensing in his back a long quivering sensation transferred through Scott's body at each point they touched. Thigh to thigh, hip to hip - Scott's flat, toned, abdomen pressed against Logan's back. The younger man forced his attention from Logan's shoulder, biting the inner edge of his lip, his erection edging towards seeping fruition the scent of his lovers' excitement overwhelming. Scott suppressed his moans of pleasure and delight lost in a whirl not knowing what he wanted more - to fuck or to watch them instead. Heady images filled his mind in an instant his dark haired lovers wrapped in each other writhing forms soaked with perspiration, a view bathed in red.
Scott moved quickly, clasping the base of Curtis' erection with his fist.
Logan groaned low, his cock spilling over Curtis' fist. His body spasming as he expelled a louder shout. Trying, succeeding, to control the reflexes that would inevitably shoot the blades concealed in his hands. Curtis' back dangerously close to being scored bloody as Logan tightened his hold on the englishman wrapping his arms around him until his fingers dug deep for the handhold of his shoulderblades.
Curtis groaned, frustrated at the hand locked tight around the base of his cock. Furiously Curtis thrust his hips forward catching Logan's sensitised cock as he released his hold. Logan expelled a long yelp - electro shocks blasting from his groin to his already spinning mind.
"Bed." Curtis hissed into Logan's ear. "Now."
Scott made a half kiss, half draw, on the salty sweetness of his lover's neck and shoulder. His glassed, unreadable eyes contacting with the exhausted arousal of Curtis' gaze. "Fuck him." Scott dared - quietly watching as the implications of his request dawned on the face of the, still whirling, englishman. "Fuck him - while I'm inside you." He hissed watching as Curtis retreated slightly. The englishman, apparently, was still making his mind up.
Scott ran his left hand back down over Logan's pectorals and stomach, lulling his hips back and forth. His body language screaming his possession - ownership. Logan entwined his hand and fingers with those resting lightly on his right hip. Curtis' mouth both watered and desiccated in a second, one moving in to eradicate the other. "Bed." He managed to whisper horsely observing Logan's turn to Scott their lips wrapped as tightly as their bodies in a long unyielding kiss.
The, what seemed like, eternal fullness of Curtis' cock ached as narrowed almost navy blue eyes met his, full of want - insatiable. Curtis breath quickened, the thought of one hot body surrounding him while another invaded. Drawing in and out, slow silken thrusts striking his pleasure centre until he screamed.
Logan caught the fiery look in Curtis' eyes. Green, afire, drilling into him with desiring energy. Locked, a stare that didn't leave his. Scott laid a single, cherishing, kiss on Logan's shoulder. His toes rising up to stamp down on the waistband of his lover's tracksuit pants yanking them from mid-thigh to his ankles in a single action. "Fuck him..." He mouthed "I... want...you." silently padding with the prowess of a cat stalking a mouse around Logan. Scott's hands tracing the form of Curtis' shoulders and arms. Logan's gaze never leaving the englishman's his hands pulling the edge of Curtis' loose trousers over his hips until they dropped on their own momentum.
"Good." Scott whispered into Curtis' ear as his lover took the lips of the englishman. Slowly exploring each other's depths as first Logan then Curtis stepped from their bunched clothing. Shuffling - stepping towards the bed.
Chapter Two
Logan's back made contact with the cool material of the bedsheets Curtis, over him, breathlessly plundering the full wetness of his mouth. His body easing up slowly as Logan shuffled further onto the bed before he was dragged down for more. The taller man moaned at Curtis' touch his hand worming it's way along the inside of his thigh brushing dark hairs to a tingling edge as he aided the man's leg into a raised position. Firmly Curtis planted a knee in the space between Logan's spread legs steadying himself before following in with his other. Hot, moist breath on his back, smattering kisses, impatient moans followed by a clatter of the drawer in the bedside table being pulled open. It's contents being searched, rifled, with equal impatience.
I take it all back, Logan mused - catching the passion driven expression on Curtis' face as he hovered inches from his lips and the wild, feral, explosion brewing in the smile of his knowing suggesting lover - you're not just a hot-headed bastard - you're just hot. Logan flashed Scott a grin over Curtis' shoulder as he allowed the englishman to resume his rigours. Teasing the englishman's lips with the tip of his tongue, navy eyes narrowed - not leaving their focal point, smokey, almost blood red, glass.
Curtis bucked back against the sweeping, sensuously delicate, hands preparing both his cock and his opening. Shivers of ice travelled in cascading bursts from his shoulders to hips and return. He knelt up straightening his back to grind against those hands - adept - words incomparable to the pure feeling rushing his body. He wanted to cry out, thank god and the heavens for the man's gift of touch. Curtis consciously nuzzled the back of his head against Scott's naked shoulder and chest in time with the fingers moving rhythmically inside him. The touch of his soft dark locks on the younger man's chest, a feel of silk on silk. Logan broke the flow of Curtis' enjoyment.
Running his hands the full length of Curtis' torso, tracing the arrow of dark hairs just below his belly button that delved towards the englishman's proudly erect cock.
Curtis whistled a sigh, remembering the terms of Scott's touches far from reluctantly. Logan's firm well toned physique lying open waiting to be taken, ready. The look in his eyes almost serene, watching each small motion and gesture passing between his lovers.
Curtis relaxed a lubricant chilled hand linking with his. Dragging Curtis' willing palm over his shoulder before applying a plentiful squeeze of lubricant to the englishman's extended fingers.
Curtis observed the change in Logan's eyes, the fire had returned. Burning a blue flame through narrowed manically arched eyebrows. His body tensing, Logan's arms reaching over his head to take hold of thick handfuls of bedding.
The englishman's touch was like a cold burn, vinegar after sweet wine forcing Logan's frame to constrict then in contradiction relax as the first sheen of lubricant acquired his body heat.
Logan opened his eyes, his gaze locking on Curtis then drifting slightly to the side and the face of Scott peering over his shoulder an evil smile set with pearly white teeth. Curtis' lubricant slickened fingers parting the entrance to Logan's body. Heat engulfed him, overwhelmed the englishman with it's promise he felt aimless, in a daze as Logan lifted his knees higher catching the back of his legs with his now relaxed arms.
"Do it." He snarled, his body jarring with each pass Curtis made over his prostate.
Curtis resisted, or tried not to hear, probing his fingers deeper inside until the fleshy palm of his hand ground the rear base of Logan's erect cock. The urge too much to resist he curled back tilting his head to take Logan's cock in his mouth.
Scott intensified his finger thrusts, moving them inside and out of the englishman's body as he consumed Logan whole. His lover's screams, calls - music and better than he could've hoped for as Curtis deep throated him repeatedly.
Logan's hands switched back to the bedclothes balling the light cotton in his fists his cock, far beyond his control spurting with unremitting force inside Curtis' hot throat and mouth.
Scott, on seeing his lover's orgasm, losing all gentleness in his probings forced three fingers inside Curtis with brutal power causing the englishman to jump bolt upright into his arms.
Scott moved from the shoulder - his fingers cutting lightning sharp blows to Curtis' prostate. Curtis equalled his thrusts both in force and depth groans locked in his throat, reduced to an animal growl as he licked the remnants of Logan's seed from his lips proving he knew more than a few tricks. Curtis exchanged Logan's taste with Scott. The younger man tilting Curtis' neck back to devour more of the rich bitter sweet before unwillingly releasing the breathless englishman.
A fraction of a second later Curtis dropped onto all fours his arms strategically gripping Logan's outstretched wrists. His neck craning to share what was left of Logan's taste with him as he drove his cock into the heat of his prone lover's arse.
Logan groaned, half wincing in pain from the thickness filling him, Curtis sucking hard his lower lip as a similar wave came crashing over him - Scott's hardness breaking the tightly muscled rim forcing his body to expand, acclimatize, to him. Heat within heat, reprised - Curtis, central, experiencing both pleasures. His body trembling, racked with warmth and chills - his joints numbing with ecstasy muscles contracting. The low pleasured sounds of his lovers taken and being taken by him. Curtis rested weakly on his elbows his mouth firmly locked in a breath stealing hunger with Logan's and forced his hips ruthlessly against Scott's. The sharp shout from the man behind him proving, in Curtis' mind, he still had the element of surprise beyond that of unsolicited blow jobs.
Scott thrust his reply sinking his teeth into the exposed flesh of his lover's back as Curtis' opening tightened around him with knee buckling sensuality. Curtis saw the whole tangle of writhing flesh and knotted joints as a perverse Newton's Cradle matching Scott's momentum in his move against Logan. Logan's eyes flashed wild as his body was compelled to accept Curtis' fullness without warning, a loud roar escaping his lips. His eyes flickering closed then open as Curtis' thrust became smaller movements against him. Logan willingly rocked up to meet the englishman's hips his mind a blur, concentration fixed on the benignly smiling demon over Curtis' shoulder.
Scott changed position. Awkwardly bending his knees and stretching his legs out on what little space on the bed was left for him to manoeuvre. His pumping hips becoming more accurate and fifty times more lethal in their exotic pursuit. Arcing into Curtis from behind in an upwardly slanted rise of his hips - changing the entry angle of his tip to grind slowly against Curtis' prostate. Filling the englishman's passage entirely every third thrust until he could feel Curtis' flesh trembling beneath his palms.
Curtis' groans became absently weak whimpers and gasping breaths. All three bodies edging closer and closer until there was little room to withdraw for the englishman. Gripped, locked between two ecstasies Curtis could feel the room, his lovers, colours, flashing before his eyes as he was overwhelmed. The man beneath him, Logan calling names, howling expletives as Curtis ground his hips against the man's arse taking him down to the root until he could define his own name through the tirade. Scott's force behind him stiflingly intolerable, swift, rapid pumps almost tearing the englishman's lubricated anus apart as he repeatedly impaled him fully, giving Curtis little time to adjust to the absence of his hardness.
His scream was gutteral as he came. A force too hard from Scott or grippingly intense heat too hot from Logan - he wasn't sure, except that it ran and riddled his body with too many sensations to withhold. He thrust back against both of them chugging the last of his heated load into his recumbent lover; forcing the last of his strength to accept the other's rigid cock once more as he collapsed weakly on Logan's chest.
Breathless, labouring to breathe let alone move Curtis arched his back as Scott finished with him. His tired body taking three more rough thrusts before Scott's erection spent filling his body with fires that left a glow stretching through his legs, spine and stomach in it's wake.
Logan tried to keep his eyes open as Curtis filled his body, his mind, with extreme pleasure the tightness welling in his groin soon released by the englishman's final, exhausted, push. His juices breaking free once more splattering a treacley binding between himself and Curtis. Heavy sex sodden air choking the taller man's lungs and power of smell as he lowered his legs wrapping his thighs firmly around the englishman's hips. Curtis gasped struggling to push his bodyweight back onto his arms - laying a thin trail of, almost apologetic, innocent kisses around Logan's stubble covered neck as he did so.
Curtis shivered clutching for reassurance to Logan's shoulders as Scott withdrew his spent cock with a glutinously sickening pop raking up old sensual wounds that sent cold reminders through the englishman's sweat saturated body.
Lank damp strands of hair matted accross the englishman's forehead as he similarly retracted from Logan rolling onto his side on the bed between his two new lovers. Curtis swept the strands back ironing them down against his scalp with his hand. Logan coughed echoes still pinging around his body.
Scott choked a laughed "Well that was...'fun'." He joked wetting his sorely dry lips with the tip of his tongue.
"Uh-huh." Curtis' monosyllabic response said it all. Exhaustion drifting over him until he was neither asleep nor awake. Every bone and muscle in the englishman's body bore tingling aftershocks of aching sensuality daring to rise again at the slightest hint of movement. He groaned weakly, torn between snuggling up to Logan who's thighs still embraced him or rolling towards Scott.
Scott wriggled in laying an arm over Curtis' waist, his fingers stroking the fine, course hairs on Logan's outer thighs.
"Sam?" Scott whispered into Curtis' ear waiting for a groan or hiss from the englishman before asking his question. "So how long's this investigation gonna take?" He chuckled. Logan breaking out into a chorusingly tired laugh.
"Well I've discovered one thing so far..." Curtis reflected sarcastically. "I know why this is a school for the 'gifted'." He chuckled hauling Scott's supporting forearm around meshing their fingers together as he rested his temple on the flesh his other arm reaching around Logan's ribs, absently stroking the hairs on his lover's chest.
Soon all three drifted into a hushed, satisfied, sleep.
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