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Mirkys Drabble Chain	By : MirkyTwilight Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 11557 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
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Title: Drabble 19 - Rescue
Pairing: Harry . Logan
Fandom: Harry Potter Xover X-Men
Warning: Slight Non-Con, but not full on.

The air was gray with smoke; the lights were dim simply because the low hanging lamp was covered with a year�s worth of grime. There were only several pool tables, a couple dart boards, and the booze flowed freely. At one of the tables a small crowd had gathered as a young man bent over the edge, judged his shot, and pocketed it.
There was a hushed sort of anticipation; all eyes weren�t on the stranger but George. George was a beast of a man, he worked at the mill and was built like a freight train and his temper matched his appearance. There was nothing soft and cuddly about George, he could be an angry drunk, a womanizer who had a taste for young boys on the cusp of adulthood. He liked to �break them in� and his sights were on the stranger who had walked in not hours ago for a drink and some harmless play to �stave off boredom�.
George watched on unnerved, he had never lost a game in years. Losing had never crossed his mind. He had watched the boy play for fun and the kid was average so when he stepped up with an offer he rightly assumed he would have someone to satisfy his needs for the night. The stranger, who went by the name Black, had laughed at his first offer and not one to take no for an answer George repeated his wager. �If you win you can leave out of here, ass still intact; when I win you�re mine for the night.�
The stranger had merely smiled as if to amuse him and George smirked as he imagined those green eyes bright with fear� it wouldn�t be long before the boy was screaming, begging for mercy. George was far from gentle. Black took the first shot, it was only fair, and as the game commenced George took the opportunity to show the runt who was in charge. When the boy would bend for a shot George was there watching and when that ass brushed against his dick� well it was an accident of angle. When his rough hands would brush against the boy�s jean clad ass it was� honestly it wasn�t an accident and when the minutes ticked George grew bolder and through it all Black would dance away with nary a word.
Caught up in his game he was taken by surprise to find that he was set to lose. There were two shots left; Black had to make one then the black ball in to signal the end. George had taken a step back to watch as the boy gave him a wink before bending over the table to take the second to last shot� and made it. He was sure he had never been angrier, he could feel it cloud his emotions and he knew that regardless of the outcome he would have a piece of that ass.
The boy had been teasing him throughout the game, he wanted nothing more than to hear Black scream and beg as his dick was balls deep. �Game.� Black stood lazily as the black ball rolled past an easy shot to hit an edge and pocket in another corner. The pool stick had been handed to a random someone and Black gave a mock bow, �Another time then Georgie.�
George watched with a piercing promising gaze as the boy sauntered away practically whistling. Glaring at the scuffed carpet of the pool table George let out a growl between clenched teeth and snapped his pool stick in half. The crowd parted and those that had been laughing choked on it, each knew that the boy was in some deep trouble.
The cool air ruffled his hair and Harry rolled his shoulders and twisted his neck feeling the bones crack as his fingers deftly dialed a number. Whatever mission his lover was on should be over by now, time had been killed and now Harry was practically starving. �Logan�� a smile stretched his lips, �are you done?� pause. �I�m here at Fool�s Gold.� Pause. �No, I was waiting for�� the phone was smacked out of his hands. �What the fuck!� Glaring Harry wasn�t prepared for the meaty fist that swung and connected with his temple knocking him out cold to the floor. With ease George picked up the younger man and tossed him over a shoulder before walking away.
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Miles away Logan stared down at his cellular with growing trepidation. �Harry?� no answer. �Storm!� Logan turned on his heels and ran, �I need a location!�
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Blood�
It coated his teeth, smeared along his lips and chin. Tossed to the floor Harry couldn�t take the time to cradle any part of his body as the pain was coming from everywhere. Managing to get to his feet the wizard attempted to apparate but his swimming head made it difficult to control his magic. �Keep fight�n, makes me want to fuck you even harder.�
Lunging around the massive man Harry let out a cry as he was grabbed by his hair and shaken, eyes watering he spat in the man�s face only to be backhanded and tossed on a sturdy wooden bed; trying once again Harry managed to stand on his feet before he was punched in the chest, breadth leaving him and the taste of blood making him gag as he fell back. George pulled up his flannel shirt revealing a massive chest covered in dark curly hair. �You�re ass is mine Black.�
�I won!�
The larger man merely smirked as his belt was unbuckled and the long strap slid through each loop. Tossing it on the bed he undid the top button and lowered the zipper, �I never lose.�
Harry kicked out but his foot was grabbed and letting out a cry his hair was once again in the bastard�s grip, head tilting upwards. �Bastard.�
George smirked before he lips descended and he tried to shove his tongue into the younger ones mouth, he wanted to taste the boy but clenched teeth kept him from his prize. In retaliation he bit hard on the boy�s lower lip and when the wizard cried out George took the opportunity to plunge inside but he let out his own cry when his tongue was bitten. Tasting blood the man snarled before rearing back and punching Harry, the boy fell back on the bed unconscious. Quickly George ripped at the shirt until only strips were left, the button on the pants flew and impatiently the fabric was torn along the seam and tossed aside. Left in only a pair of sheer underwear with only a small portion of cotton lined the front covering a flaccid cock. George was about to grab hold of such a teasing garment when eyes fluttered opened and then the warm pliant body beneath his hands was gone.
Blinking he heard a thump from behind. Turning around, George stared down at the boy who rolled over showing him a delicious ass that was trying to crawl to the door. With a grunt the man had to admit the boy was stubborn. �I tried to be nice, better a bed than the floor freak.�
Harry needed to get away, he was supposed to apparate outside, somewhere, anywhere but instead he remained in the room. He wanted to scream and yell for help but his tongue felt heavy in his mouth unwilling to see reason and shout. Meaty hands grabbed at him and Harry felt them grab at his last piece of protection. �No!� he repeated over and over as he kicked out and was turned around. He expected another blow only this time he saw the leather strap of the belt. Was it going to hit him?
�Feisty lil thing. Gonna have fun breaking you.� George managed to slip his buckled belt over Harry�s head and quickly tightened it at the throat. �That�s it.�
Harry dug his nails into his skin as he tried to tug at the belt that was suffocating him, �N-no� st-stop��
Straddling the boy George couldn�t wait to make him bleed. His cock felt ready to burst he wanted to hear Harry scream, the blood would be enough lubrication. As a Large man it was obvious he was well endowed, any preparation he had been willing to do flew out the window, George was just too worked up from the fight. About ready to push down his pants just enough for his cock to spring out, George was taken aback when the door to the room flung open with enough force that the doorknob broke through the plaster and stuck. There wasn�t enough time to defend himself as a man with wild eyes and metal claws knocked him to the ground.
Cyclops, Scott, could only stop and stare. Not at the bloody and brutal fight but down at the barely conscious wizard who was trying valiantly to remove the belt. It was when Storm�s body nudged against his with a gasp that he reacted. Moving forward he made quick work of the belt and as gently as he could he tried to pick up the boy but Harry wiggled and tried to cry out. Storm could only watch horrified before reason pushed her, �Leave him be.�
�We need to get him back to the school.� Scott nearly dropped his bundle as he stood.
�It would be best if you gave him to Wolverine Cyclops.� Storm spoke softly as she watched with sad eyes as Harry continued to fight but his body was weak so it was no surprise when the youth suddenly went slack with exhaustion.
�Give him here.� It came out rough and angry.
Scott took in the mess that Logan was, blood dripping from his hands from where his claws sheathed and basically drenched in it while the mangled body that was once human barely got any recognition. He wanted to protest but considering the circumstances Scott handed over his bundle and stepped out of the way as the larger mutant stormed out of the room. The two mutants were right behind, each sharing a glance. It was going to be hell the next couple of weeks they just knew.
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