Title: Rescue Me
Author: jasonsnene
Pairing: Angel/Logan (Wolverine)
Rating: NC17
Warnings: M/M
Summary: Another mission from Charles Xavier leaves Angel in charge of rescuing Logan from Magneto’s clutches.
A/N: Written for the X-Men crossover challenge at![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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A/N: Written for the X-Men crossover challenge at
strip_off_angel. Angel stared at the phone in disbelief. Charles Xavier was calling for another favor. Of course the last favor he’d needed had involved training Iceman and Pyro. That had turned out very well for both Angel and Spike. In fact, he should ask Charles if the boys wanted to come out for another lesson.
This favor didn’t involve hot young men who were eager to learn. This one involved rescuing a mutant called Wolverine. Angel wasn’t exactly sure what his mutant power would be if his name was Wolverine. He wondered if it was sort of like turning into a werewolf. That idea had possibilities. The last time Oz had visited, he and Spike had enjoyed the experience immensely.
From the sound of things though, this Wolverine character was older and wiser. Angel shook his head at his own thoughts. He’d been hanging around Spike entirely too much when all of his thoughts revolved around sex.
So, Angel told Charles he would help and set out that night to the location where Wolverine was reportedly being held. He’d made Spike sit this one out, much to his childe’s regret. Angel knew he was hoping for another experience like the one they’d had with Oz.
But since dealing with mutants was new to them, he’d asked Spike to stay behind and remain in contact with Charles Xavier. If he wasn’t back by morning, he knew Spike would stop at nothing to get him back. Plus, he needed to know that Spike was safe. His soft spot for his childe was getting bigger by the day.
Angel felt eyes on him but continued walking. A strange blue woman appeared at the entrance to the facility. He vamped out and she took a step back. “Take me to Magneto.” She raised a brow but gestured him inside. A vampire was no match for Magneto’s ability. He would have the vampire impaled with so much metal he would wish it was a wooden stake.
The blue woman led him to a chamber and Magneto himself was waiting. With a dismissive gesture, the woman left and Angel was left alone with Magneto. He decided to get straight to the point.
“I am here for the one they call Wolverine.”
Magneto laughed. “You’re no match for the Wolverine, vampire.”
“Call me Angelus. And you would be surprised who I’m a match for.”
Magneto laughed at his boldness. “You know he could slice your head off with one swipe of his claws. I’m told vampires don’t do well without their heads. Something about a pile of dust?”
Angel laughed, letting it sound cold and deadly. He tugged a length of chain from his jacket. “I came prepared. It’s protected by magic. He won’t be able to hurt me.”
Magneto stared at the vampire for several moments, considering his alternatives. On the one hand, he didn’t want to risk Wolverine getting free. On the other, he was a pain in the ass to keep captive and if the demon world was willing to take care of him for them then that was definitely worth considering.
“Well, Angelus, what exactly do you offer me in return for this trade?”
Angel laughed again. “Your offer is that you won’t have to deal with him anymore. I’m sure it must be trying to deal with someone of his abilities. He won’t be a trial to me.”
Magneto again considered his options. His plans were coming quickly to fruition and having Wolverine as a distraction, and potential threat, was a risk he wasn’t willing to take.
“Fine, I’ll have Mystique tranquilize him and you may remove him from this facility. But I warn you, Angelus, if he is freed, there will be hell to pay.”
Angel shrugged. “I’ve been to hell. Doesn’t really concern me. Now, take me to the prisoner.”
By the time Mystique entered the room, Wolverine had already been tranquilized and was unconscious. Angel flipped the man over his shoulder, gave a jaunty little salute to Magneto and Mystique, and left the facility.
Wolverine didn’t start to stir until they were nearly back to Los Angeles. He wasn’t impressed to find himself chained and immediately began to struggle. Angel heard the strange swishing noise that sounded like a sword being drawn from it’s sheath and looked over at Wolverine.
There were huge dagger like blades coming out of his hands. Angel tossed his cell phone from the console towards Logan. He caught it with one hand while glaring at Angel, daggers at the ready.
“You may want to call your boss. He’s probably worried about you.”
Logan looked surprised but quickly retracted the claws and dialed. After speaking with Charles for a moment, he looked back over at his rescuer. “He says they’re going to come for me in a few days once it’s safer.”
Angel shrugged. “I have a hotel so there’s plenty of room.” He was surprised when he scented arousal in the air and glanced over at the mutant again. He looked flushed and a quick glance at his crotch confirmed that he was hard.
“What the hell did they give me?”
Angel shrugged again. “They said they were tranquilizing you for transport. There wasn’t much I could do to stop it.”
“It’s making me…”
“Yeah. I can smell it.”
“You can smell it?”
“It’s a vampire thing.”
“Oh. So you’re really a vampire then? Not just another kind of mutant?”
“Not a mutant. Demon. And yes, I’m an actual vampire.”
Logan was quiet for the rest of the trip but Angel could smell the waves of arousal rolling from him. It was making Angel incredibly horny. He was looking forward to getting back to Spike and working off some of this tension.
When the entered the room, Angel could smell that Spike wasn’t there. But Oz had been and that let Angel know really fast that his childe wasn’t going to be available to help him with his rather large problem.
He looked over at Logan, considering. Good looking in that gruff, outdoorsy kind of way. He wasn’t Angel’s usual type. It was pretty obvious to everyone by now that he preferred lithe blonds.
However, as he stood there with his cock standing at attention, watching Logan suffering a similar fate, he wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside that hot body. Logan watched him perusing his body and walked backwards towards the wall.
Angel thought it was a rejection, especially when the claws snapped out. But quick as a wink, Logan had dragged those talons of his across his clothing and they were shredded and at his feet.
His cock jutted out in front of him and he looked at Angel in a silent dare. Would he take the risk? But this was Angel. Of course he would.
He shed his own clothes, albeit less dramatically than Logan had, and stalked his way over to him. When he was close, Logan snapped his wrists up and buried those claws deep into the wall before he wrapped his legs around Angel’s waist.
Angel bit into his hand and shoved bloody fingers into Logan’s opening. It was tight, so tight that he could barely fit two fingers inside. Logan groaned with the invasion and Angel moved his fingers. When he was stretched further, Angel slipped a third finger inside and Logan thrust himself down, taking him deeper.
Logan growled when Angel pulled his fingers out and used his legs to line Angel up. Angel wasted no time and buried himself in Logan’s hole. The pace was fast and furious, pounding and thrusting as hard as they needed.
Since Logan’s hands were still buried in the wall, supporting his body, Angel reached a hand around and fisted his cock, pulling it tightly in time with his thrusts. He felt Logan tightening, the muscles in his ass clenching and pulling Angel’s cock deeper, further into his body.
When his orgasm hit, it covered them both and the spasms forced Angel’s release from his body in wave after wave of delicious sensation. It was tempting to bury his teeth into that hot neck where the pulse was pounding in time with his cock.
He refrained though, knowing that would push too far and instead thrust his hips forward again, drawing that last bit of sensation from them both. Angel heard the claws retract and then he was supporting Logan’s full weight, legs still wrapped tightly around his waist.
Angel helped him down, and when Logan looked down at his shredded clothes Angel led him upstairs to his bedroom. They didn’t speak. Logan showered and changed into some of Angel’s clothes, only wincing half as bad as Spike would at being forced to wear his more formal clothes.
With one last look, the Wolverine nodded his goodbye and left the hotel. Angel didn’t ask where he was going. He knew he would be back.
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I giggled at Angel shedding his clothes "less dramatically" - hee! Poor Angel, we know how he likes to be the drama queen.
Mmmm, very nice. Keep up the good porn! Er, I mean work!
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I will keep up the good porn. Am keeping it up as we speak...and wow...how pervy did that just sound????
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You'll have to let me know which x-men might need help next time. I'm pretty much only doing these by request for the strip_off_angel challenge.
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And I think the plot line was just erm ah.... Oh ya what was the plot line again?
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Actually, x-men crossover is a good idea, not only for fake plot, but for real one too)
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But if you like this crossover, I have another one called Fire and Ice with Angel/Spike/Iceman/Pyro. I shall not comment on whether or not it will make you laugh. But it also contains a "fake plot". I try to pretend to have a story...really, I do.
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Porn is the most funny aspect of fanfiction) I don't write it because I start to crack jokes in the middle and all the mood is ruined)))
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And I agree that the porn is the most funny aspect...the more of my fics you read you'll see that i do a lot of crackfic porn. Just silly and smutty. It gets it out of my system so i can write more serious stuff.
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Glad you liked it. And I'm new too so don't you worry about not knowing. I don't know either. :)
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