Animal Attraction.
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Harry Potter Crossovers › Slash - Male/Male
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Harry Potter Crossovers › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
54,776
Reviews:
105
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
10
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter or X-Men, and I do not make any money from these fictions.
Driving Wolverine Wild...
Chapter 4: Driving Wolverine Wild…
Logan flexed his muscles purposefully, watching as the youth gripped his beer tighter and sat up straighter, green eyes riveted on his every movement.
Logan would give him something to watch…
And then he would offer the youth an up-close look at his muscles later on…
“Begin!” the announcer shouted, snapping Logan’s mind back to the fight at hand.
He smirked ferally as the big steroid lumbered at him.
This would be too easy…but maybe he could make a bit of a show of it…
He wanted to impress the audience, after all…
His opponent swung, but Logan was too quick on his feet and dodged, dancing outside of his range.
This was going to be fun.
The man swung again, leaving himself open for a counter.
Logan quickly, almost playfully, jabbed him on the face, before dancing away once again.
“Coward!” the man snarled. “Stop running away!”
Logan smirked. Well, he wouldn’t want to be accused of being a coward…
He abandoned his boxing stance, purposefully leaving himself open for a hit.
The man had a punch like a nine-pound hammer, and Logan went flying to the other side of the ring.
He reached up to move his jaw, turning his head to spit out blood from where he had split his lip.
It was already healed, of course, and Logan just laughed at the pain.
“That the best you got, bub?” he growled, standing up with a smirk.
The man got red in the face and charged Logan, but the mutant was too fast for him.
Logan chuckled mockingly as his opponent ran into the side of the cage and bounced backwards at bit.
The mutant tapped him on the shoulder teasingly, and when Avalanche turned to face him, Logan reared back at far as he could and headbutted the man.
He certainly went down like an avalanche…
While the announcer counted the big brute of a man out, Logan’s eyes searched for his very special audience.
And there he was, still sitting at the bar, nursing his beer and fending off admirers.
Logan growled at the men and women pawing at his…
Well, not his anything, not yet – but he would be.
Logan jumped over the ropes with ease, smirking as the crowd parted before him fearfully…
Green eyes locked with his as he headed over to the bar, pushing past the crowd of people fawning lustfully over the young man.
“Beat it!” Logan growled at the persistent admirers.
They scattered like sheep before a wolf.
“Nice work,” the young man complimented as he twirled his stool to face Logan.
Logan was not sure whether the youth was talking about his cage fight or the fact that he had just scared away the lustfully salivating masses…
So Logan just smirked at him before ordering a beer and lighting a cigar, stalking closer to invade the youth’s personal space.
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Harry’s breath caught in his throat as the man came so close that he could feel his body heat.
Harry just wanted to reach forward and touch him, but instead he leant back against the bar, attempting to look at the man indifferently.
It wasn’t quite working.
“Name’s Logan, green eyes,” the man whispered roughly, slipping his hips between Harry’s parted legs.
Harry gasped…
Merlin, he could trace every line of those hard muscles with his eyes…and he wanted to trace them with his tongue. Logan could just pick him up, and slam him against the wall, and…
“You going to tell me your name?” Logan smirked, blowing hot breath into Harry’s sensitive ear.
The green-eyed youth shivered, taking a deep breath and collecting his scattered thoughts.
But he probably shouldn’t have inhaled, because he could smell his own lust, and that of Logan’s, and it just made him hotter…
“Name?” Logan asked again.
Harry stood up, forcing the man to take a step back, though their bodies were still flush together.
He took a quick swig of beer, polishing it off, before stepping around Logan.
Harry made a decision.
It was foolish and wild and instinctual, and he hoped it wouldn’t bite him in the ass…
At least, not metaphorically…
“If you come upstairs with me, Wolverine, you can call me whatever you want,” he whispered softly,
leaning up so his breath tickled Logan’s neck.
The burly man growled, grabbing his hips roughly and pulling him closer.
“Are you sure you can handle me?” Logan smirked, pupils blown wide with lust.
“No, the question is: can you satisfy me? Or will I have to come back down here later to find someone else who can?” Harry teased, running his fingertips lightly over that hard chest and trying to rile the man up.
It was a bit of a misdirection, of course – Harry had never been with a man before, and he was not quite sure whether he could handle Logan or not. But nobody had ever inspired such a sudden, visceral attraction in him before, and he wanted the Wolverine wild…
And Harry got what he wanted.
Logan growled, slipping his heavily muscled thigh in between Harry’s slim legs and grinding up against the hardness he found there. He pressed his own hardness into Harry’s stomach, making the youth’s breath catch as he realized just quite how much he would have to handle…
Harry knew he would be quite glad for those healing abilities tomorrow…
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Author’s Note: Just a little teaser before the next chapter…I hope you liked it. ^_^
Please let me know what you think so far. I appreciate any comments or suggestions. ^_^
Oh, and let me know if you have any questions. Sometimes I take background knowledge for granted, especially with the X-Men universe…
Logan flexed his muscles purposefully, watching as the youth gripped his beer tighter and sat up straighter, green eyes riveted on his every movement.
Logan would give him something to watch…
And then he would offer the youth an up-close look at his muscles later on…
“Begin!” the announcer shouted, snapping Logan’s mind back to the fight at hand.
He smirked ferally as the big steroid lumbered at him.
This would be too easy…but maybe he could make a bit of a show of it…
He wanted to impress the audience, after all…
His opponent swung, but Logan was too quick on his feet and dodged, dancing outside of his range.
This was going to be fun.
The man swung again, leaving himself open for a counter.
Logan quickly, almost playfully, jabbed him on the face, before dancing away once again.
“Coward!” the man snarled. “Stop running away!”
Logan smirked. Well, he wouldn’t want to be accused of being a coward…
He abandoned his boxing stance, purposefully leaving himself open for a hit.
The man had a punch like a nine-pound hammer, and Logan went flying to the other side of the ring.
He reached up to move his jaw, turning his head to spit out blood from where he had split his lip.
It was already healed, of course, and Logan just laughed at the pain.
“That the best you got, bub?” he growled, standing up with a smirk.
The man got red in the face and charged Logan, but the mutant was too fast for him.
Logan chuckled mockingly as his opponent ran into the side of the cage and bounced backwards at bit.
The mutant tapped him on the shoulder teasingly, and when Avalanche turned to face him, Logan reared back at far as he could and headbutted the man.
He certainly went down like an avalanche…
While the announcer counted the big brute of a man out, Logan’s eyes searched for his very special audience.
And there he was, still sitting at the bar, nursing his beer and fending off admirers.
Logan growled at the men and women pawing at his…
Well, not his anything, not yet – but he would be.
Logan jumped over the ropes with ease, smirking as the crowd parted before him fearfully…
Green eyes locked with his as he headed over to the bar, pushing past the crowd of people fawning lustfully over the young man.
“Beat it!” Logan growled at the persistent admirers.
They scattered like sheep before a wolf.
“Nice work,” the young man complimented as he twirled his stool to face Logan.
Logan was not sure whether the youth was talking about his cage fight or the fact that he had just scared away the lustfully salivating masses…
So Logan just smirked at him before ordering a beer and lighting a cigar, stalking closer to invade the youth’s personal space.
*************************************************************************************
Harry’s breath caught in his throat as the man came so close that he could feel his body heat.
Harry just wanted to reach forward and touch him, but instead he leant back against the bar, attempting to look at the man indifferently.
It wasn’t quite working.
“Name’s Logan, green eyes,” the man whispered roughly, slipping his hips between Harry’s parted legs.
Harry gasped…
Merlin, he could trace every line of those hard muscles with his eyes…and he wanted to trace them with his tongue. Logan could just pick him up, and slam him against the wall, and…
“You going to tell me your name?” Logan smirked, blowing hot breath into Harry’s sensitive ear.
The green-eyed youth shivered, taking a deep breath and collecting his scattered thoughts.
But he probably shouldn’t have inhaled, because he could smell his own lust, and that of Logan’s, and it just made him hotter…
“Name?” Logan asked again.
Harry stood up, forcing the man to take a step back, though their bodies were still flush together.
He took a quick swig of beer, polishing it off, before stepping around Logan.
Harry made a decision.
It was foolish and wild and instinctual, and he hoped it wouldn’t bite him in the ass…
At least, not metaphorically…
“If you come upstairs with me, Wolverine, you can call me whatever you want,” he whispered softly,
leaning up so his breath tickled Logan’s neck.
The burly man growled, grabbing his hips roughly and pulling him closer.
“Are you sure you can handle me?” Logan smirked, pupils blown wide with lust.
“No, the question is: can you satisfy me? Or will I have to come back down here later to find someone else who can?” Harry teased, running his fingertips lightly over that hard chest and trying to rile the man up.
It was a bit of a misdirection, of course – Harry had never been with a man before, and he was not quite sure whether he could handle Logan or not. But nobody had ever inspired such a sudden, visceral attraction in him before, and he wanted the Wolverine wild…
And Harry got what he wanted.
Logan growled, slipping his heavily muscled thigh in between Harry’s slim legs and grinding up against the hardness he found there. He pressed his own hardness into Harry’s stomach, making the youth’s breath catch as he realized just quite how much he would have to handle…
Harry knew he would be quite glad for those healing abilities tomorrow…
*************************************************************************************
Author’s Note: Just a little teaser before the next chapter…I hope you liked it. ^_^
Please let me know what you think so far. I appreciate any comments or suggestions. ^_^
Oh, and let me know if you have any questions. Sometimes I take background knowledge for granted, especially with the X-Men universe…