THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
By Alestar

Disclaimer: „X-men“ belong to Marvel and 20 Century Fox. No money is being made of this. This is for entertainment only.

Rating: R/NC-17

'Tis the night before Christmas
And all through the house
float the musks and the glances
and temptations arouse

The thoughts, they are hung
Out of mind's reach, with care
But it's hard to forget
When you meet that soft stare

So here I am now
All snuggled in bed
But visions of him
Are plaguing my head

I see him in a kerchief
(And nothing else on)
He's the big bad wolf man
And I am his fawn

Slowly, in my boxers
There arises a clatter
If I'm to sleep at all
I must tend to the matter

I imagine it's his hand
(fully hard in a flash)
Tearing open my robe
Ripping through the tight sash

The moon on his chest
His eyes a faint glow
Gives a sharp pang of lust
To those parts down below

Then, what to my wandering hands
Should appear
But those slow rhythmic thrusts
As fulfillment draws near

With my fist hotly driving
So lively and quick
I come in a moment
And my hand becomes slick

More rapid than eagles
My contractions they came
And I gasp and I shout
And I call out his name

"Oh, Logan! Sweet Jesus!
Oh God, it's so good!"
In my mind he fulfills me
Like only he could

But, as dry leaves
In the hurricane fly
Are tossed, but return
When the storm has gone by

So too, undeniably
All fantasies fade
And I am left panting
But still alone and unlaid

So I turn on my side
I've extinguished the burn
But I know, come the morrow
The ache will return

But then, from the doorway
I hear a small noise
The creaking of floorboards
From the shifting of poise

As I lift up my head
And turn back around
Stepping out of the shadows
My dreams come unbound

He is covered in fur
From bare chest to tip toe
His hair long and wild
His eyes, that dreamed glow

He comes ever closer
In a sleek tiger line
He's a lost forest god
And my bed is his shrine

His eyes, how they glint
His teeth, almost bared
A small growl escapes him
Saying my lust is shared

I moan in response
To his silent admission
And I bare my long neck,
in instinctual submission

He moves like lightening
And suddenly on me
Hard mouth against mine
With a rage like the sea

With no hesitation
I'm flipped onto my belly
In anticipation I shake
Like a bowl full of jelly

Tearing through his clothes, then mine
Hot skin against skin
He presses against me, between me
Like it goes between men

My heart skips a beat
As I feel the head
But a soft bite on my shoulder
Says I have nothing to dread

He speaks not a word
But goes straight to his work
Wraps his hand 'round my cock
And gives it a jerk

I throw my head back
And, at my encouraging cry,
He pushes in full length
And I'm sure I will die

The pleasure/pain's too intense
My body bucks once and explodes
But Logan's thrusting builds higher
'Til I'm reamed by his loads

He collapses against me
With a solid weight that I like
And growls into my neck
"Happy holidays, Cyke."

fin