POV: Jean
Disclaimer: *sigh* They aren't mine....but a girl can wish, can't she?
Writer's Notes: Everything has a story, and this is certainly no exception. Several months ago I posted, on this site, a six part story titled Tortured Souls. I was never very happy with the story in its entirety. Part one being the only one that I was satisfied told its story. So, I pulled down the other five parts. Part one stood well on its own, but over the past several months I've felt like the rest of the story needed to be told, it finally got to the point it was nagging at me. I made the time to re-tool the story. Of the parts, part one (Tortured Souls: Punishment) and part five (Tortured Souls: Acceptance) told what needed to be told. The rest was just fluff that didn't build the story, or the characters, any for my satisfaction. As I am a tough customer to please, I cut what I felt wasn't detrimental to the storyline. To any of you who, all those months ago, read the series in its entirety I hope you remember it well as parts two, three, four and six will remain on my hard drive, in the dark, never to grace this webpage again. To those of you who are new to this story, enjoy. WARNING: Contains slash.
Comments/Feedback are appreciated and welcome to RedFenix.
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The room was dark as we entered. Lit only by a few small candles next to the huge sea of a bed that was sitting on a platform in the middle of the room. I remember vaguely wondering why in the hell anyone would put a bed in the center of the room, but Logan took my hand and my thoughts scattered.
"No powers."
"Why?" I asked him, wondering what was going on.
He shook his head. "No powers." He repeated, offering me no more information. I tilted my head in question, but again, I was presented with no further answers. I simply nodded my head in acknowledgment and looked around the room again.
Logan pulled me closer to the bed and I was able to make out two thin shapes in the darkness. I dropped his hand, and moved forward, squinting as I tried to make out the shapes before me.
I reached out, my fingertips caressing the rough leather hanging in midair and I jumped back in surprise when I realized what it was. Now I knew why he had said no powers.
"You're not punishing yourself again, are you?" I smirked as I dropped my wool jacket onto the floor and walked towards him. "Tie me up again and leave someone else to get me off?"
I stopped in front of him and watched amusement dance in his eyes. "No, not punishing myself this time." He leaned forward and brushed his lips over mine. "You."
I jolted, but covered as best as I could. I could tell from the way the laughter flared in his brown eyes that I had failed. "What?"
He smiled slightly and tugged on my hand, bringing me closer to the restraints. "Don't worry about it."
Frustration blazed brightly, threatening to burst out before I could punch it back down under control. I clutched desperately to the trailing threads of it, but felt it tugging violently for release. I was tired of seeing Logan continually punish himself for some phantom creature that chased him around, making him constantly question things. I took several deep breaths and felt my heart slow, the monster inside me back under control. "Dammit Logan, I will worry about it. What the hell is going on?"
He remained silent, but still had that stupid, shit-eating grin on his face. Â He pushed me back so I was standing directly under the cuffs. Before I could speak, before I could even protest, I was standing before him naked.
My clothes lay in a heap at my feet, shredded.
"Gre - ." His mouth closed over mine before I could finish my words and everything around me went black. I became so lost in Logan's kiss that I jolted when I felt a second set of hands close over my waist just above Logan's hands and slide upwards to cup my breasts. I started to relax my mind and reach out to whoever it was, but I remembered Logan's statement about no powers.
Logan broke off the kiss and smiled at me before dropping his head to my chest. The effects of having him lick and suck my nipples plus the stranger behind me massaging my breasts at the same time was intoxicating. My brain fogged over and the only thoughts in my mind were of this lavish treatment.
I felt my knees start to buckle beneath me and Logan's hands tightened around my waist, supporting me. His teeth bit lightly into my skin and the attentive hands squeezed my breasts, bringing me back to myself.
A moan pierced through the silence of the room, and I realized that it was my voice. I knew this was wrong, but I didn't want them to stop.
One of the hands slid off my breast and slowly made its way down my torso. Caressing and tickling along my skin, sending a river of goose bumps careening up my sides. Logan moved over to give the other nipple the same attentions and the hand slid down, tickling the hair between my legs.
I sighed and pushed my hips forward. A single finger slipped over and into me, causing me to gasp as it entered me. Warmth radiated up and I sighed as I pushed my hips even further out, allowing for better access.
Logan sighed as he felt my hips push against his and one of his hands left my waist. I moaned out again as I felt one of his fingers join the stranger's still inside. Their fingers began moving in and out in a slow rhythm and I felt my muscles instantly vise around them both.
A voice whispered softly in my ear. "Remy thinks dat you are ready for us, no?" I cried out in shock and my eyes snapped open to see Logan looking back at me. He reached up with his free hand and wiped saliva from around his lips, and a sly smile played across them.
He turned his hand so that it cupped over Remy's and forced both of their fingers deeper inside of me. Despite my shock, my muscles clenched violently from the newness of the situation and the final realization of just who the stranger was.
The leather straps at my wrist were released and I slowly lowered my arms. I fought the urge to rub at the burning the leather left on my wrists and decided instead to pull my hips backwards, forcing Logan and Remy to pull their fingers out.
I reached down and lifted both of their hands to my mouth and slowly, deliberately licked every single trace of myself off of their fingers. I dropped both of their hands once I was done and smiled at them both.
"Strip."
Both of them smiled smugly, but did as I said. I watched, growing aroused, as layers of clothing started piling in front of me. The differences in the two men' physiques were slowly revealed. My arousal grew even further as the last of their clothing was stripped away. Two men could not have been more different.
I walked forward and knelt before Remy, gently closing my hand around him and sliding my tongue slowly along the length of him. I heard his sharp intake of breath as my mouth closed down over him.