Pairings: Steve & Loki, Hulk & Wolverine (explicit), Logan & Bruce (explicit)


Loki wakes up to the smell of Steve's coffee. He stretches loudly and sits up. Steve hands him a cup of tea and sits on the bed. The god takes a sip and smiles. Green eyes look at the man he loves. "You were right not to let Natasha join us last night. It wouldn't have been nearly as…Well, my performance would no doubt have suffered."

"I'm glad you agree. And I don't think she should join us in the future."

Loki lifts his eyebrows. "Not ever?"

"You disagree?" Steve is a little surprised.

The Trickster reminds him that Natasha wanted simply to understand their roles for future reference.

"You didn't believe that any more than I did."

The god shrugs. "I do not see the harm in giving her a taste. She's already seen us…have relations. She simply wishes to see how the punishment works." He takes another sip of his tea. "We could keep it light. You can show her the knots we use. I can keep my clothes on. You can give me a few light taps with the various tools."

Blue eyes look around uncomfortably.

"Forget I brought it up," Loki soothes as he pats his lover's hand. "You decide what we do. You decide who, if anyone, is invited into this space with us." He caresses the artist's cheek. "It has always been and always will be whatever you wish. That was my promise to you. And though much has changed, that has not."

"Thank you, Kitten."

The Trickster gives him a kiss then gets up and goes to the bathroom. He takes his tea with him. Placing the cup on the sink he relieves his bladder. He hears his lover humming in the kitchen and smiles. Silvertongue decides to return to Natasha's request later when the Captain is more amenable to the suggestion. The spy will have to be patient. For now, he will walk to the kitchen, to his lover, and continue with the day.

xxx

Logan and Bruce leave Brooklyn before sunrise. They watch the sky brighten on the road, their view unobstructed by helmets. The mutant doesn't own any, and neither man really needs one. Their bags are stuffed in the little storage box mounted to the back of the bike. They didn't bring much. The plan is to go native, primitive. Besides, if they really need something, there is enough civilization there to buy, rent, or borrow it.

And now they drive up to and park in the same area as their last visit. It is their spot, though neither man would ever call it that out loud. They get off the motorcycle and stretch their legs.

"We're campin' at Devil's Tombstone but figured our legs could use a stretch," Logan explains.

"No, yeah. I'm glad we stopped." Bruce takes a deep breath. The air is so clean here compared to the city. It feels good in his lungs. He can feel Hulk's excitement. Or is that his own? Might be both. Probably is both. The scientist smiles before taking off his shoes and socks. The jacket comes off next. "Hulk needs a stretch, too," he explains when he catches Logan watching him.

"Thought he might." He watches for a moment longer. "Does he want company?"

"Yes. Yes, he does," Bruce replies as he removes his shirt.

Logan gets undressed, too.

They stand and admire each other for half a minute. "Ready?" the hairy man asks.

The scientist nods and allows the anger that is always bubbling under the surface to rise. He feels Hulk taking over, changing his body. Silently he tells the Other Guy to enjoy this bit of freedom.

The mutant watches as Bruce disappears. "Hulk."

"Wolverine," the huge mass of green muscles remembers.

A smirk grows on the bearded face. "Ready?" He is answered with a gleeful rumble. "Let's go." And with that, Wolverine runs towards the Hulk, sliding between the giant legs before running off into the woods.

xxx

It is a surprise to see Thor in the lab with Tony. Loki had not expected his brother to be there. "Stark. Thor. A pleasant morning to you both," he says after entering the room.

The Trickster had decided to start the morning on the billionaire's good side. And so he appeared in one of the alleys flanking the Stark Tower before walking through the lobby and taking the elevator up to the lab.

"You used the door. I'm so proud," Tony notes, pretending to hold back tears of happiness.

Loki rolls his eyes. "I'm surprised to see you here, Thor. I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"No, Brother. Tony told me you would come here. I wished to tell you good-bye."

"Good-bye?" The dark-haired god's mouth is suddenly dry.

"Yes. I return to Asgard." He notices the change in the green eyes. It reminds him of their recent past. "You fear I will betray you. I am not you, Loki."

"No. You will not betray me intentionally, but I fear you will give me away nonetheless."

Thor shakes his head in disbelief. "I wouldn't. I gave you my word."

"I know. I simply ask that you think before you speak. Odin is wily. If he suspects something, he will endeavor to trip you up." He watches a storm begin in the blue eyes. "I do not ask this for myself, Thor. It is for the Captain. They will no doubt treat him as they would me. Out of your loyalty to him, please, please watch your words."

The God of Thunder bristles at the allegation that he would tell Asgard of his brother's whereabouts. But the Trickster's words also make him pause.

Tony sneers. "Right. 'I don't care what happens to me. I only want to protect Steve.' Like you aren't trying to save your own skin."

"This does not concern you, Stark." Loki turns back to his brother.

"Do not speak to him like that," Thor demands.

The Trickster deflates. It is time for another tactic. "My apologies, Brother. I only wish to protect Steve as you wish to protect Tony." He takes a breath then another, summoning tears to his eyes. "It's just…" His bottom lip quivers ever so slightly. "I love him, Thor. If anything were to happen to him…Well, you know how I can get," he ends apologetically. "Please, for my sake as well as theirs and for all the nine realms, protect us."

It is working. Thor's anger slips away, replaced with compassion and a desire to do right. He walks to his little brother and wraps his arms around the thinner man. "I will. I promise."

Loki raises his arms and holds the God of Thunder tightly. "Thank you, Brother. I will be forever in your debt." But then the contact brings true emotion and a sense of loss that is almost overpowering. "Thor?" he says quietly. "He wants children." His eyes close, silent tears running down his cheeks. He knows his brother is the only one on Midgard who could possibly understand the significance of that statement.

The blond pulls away so as to give his brother a reassuring smile. He searches the green eyes and sees the pain and fear within them. "But this is wonderful. Children are hope."

Loki roughly wipes away the tears. "It does not matter. It would not be for a long time yet." He looks back at the man he grew up with. "Good travels, Brother. You will be missed." He thinks it's a lie. He hopes it's a lie.

Thor smiles, beams really. He gives the Trickster one last hug before nodding a good-bye to Tony and leaving.

"You okay?" Tony asks.

"Are you?" Loki counters, a hint of anger in his voice. "Are you not sleeping with him? Could you not have made him stay?"

"Hey, it was his decision. I couldn't exactly tie him to a chair or lock him in a room or anything."

"And why not?"

"Because that's not what normal people do, Professor Snape." He tilts his head and studies the god. "So how much of that was real?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"Uh-huh," he says in a disbelieving tone.

"Perhaps we should get to work," Loki suggests though all he really wants to do is run to Steve.

Tony shrugs and goes over yesterday's test results with the patient.

xxx

Wolverine and Hulk have been running and wrestling around the mountains for a couple of hours. They are taking a break now, drinking water from one of the many streams that flow through the area.

The Canadian stretches his neck and notices Hulk watching him. "How ya doin', Big Guy?"

"Good," is the short reply.

Sniffing the air, the mutant smells a pond or lake nearby. The stream must feed into it. He smirks at his playmate. "Ain't done yet." Then he takes off towards the lake.

He knows the Hulk could overtake him anytime the green creature wants. But so far, Wolverine is being allowed to lead. He sees the blue-green water and notes that it is not that big. That's okay. If it were bigger, there might be other people about. This one is nice and deserted.

Wolverine runs into the water. He knows the Other Guy has followed him in when he hears massive splashing.

They swim around for a while, cooling off in the no longer still water, splashing each other and having a good time.

Finally, the Canadian and the green creature walk out, dripping and slightly out of breath. They both try to shake off the excess water before sitting in the grass.

"Havin' fun?" the mutant asks.

"Good day," the Other Guy confirms. He studies the hairy man who treats him like an equal, without fear or pity. He knows the doctor likes the man, too. Hulk has been very patient about it. He allows the scientist to have his fun…and not just because he feels a tiny sliver of the fun himself. He runs his green eyes over the body with muscles almost big enough to rival his own. (Not really but certainly bigger than any Hulk has ever seen.) He licks his lips as those muscles ripple and contract with each tiny movement. There is a change in his massive body, a reaction he's never felt the beginnings of. "Wolverine fucks Banner," he says.

The Canadian huffs out a laugh. "Yeah, Wolverine fucks Banner. And Banner likes it," he adds with a nod. He doesn't want the big green guy thinking he's hurting the scientist in any way.

"Yes. Banner likes. Hulk want to fuck, too."

Brown eyebrows shoot up at the statement. "Oh, well…you…uh…"

"Hulk want to fuck Wolverine." He stands, showing just how much he wants to fuck Wolverine right now.

Blue eyes dart between the look of want in the green irises and the massive erection pointing at him. He suddenly has very conflicted feelings. "Uh, Hulk, you're kind of huge…like really huge…like really huge."

He walks towards the Canadian, his cock proudly leading the way. "Hulk fuck Wolverine now."

"Woah, now." But before Wolverine can say anymore, he's pushed face-first towards the ground, landing on his hands and knees. Then he feels his ass ripping apart from the force of Hulk's first thrust. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"

Flocks of birds rush out of the trees all around them, startled by the sound of the smaller man's yells.

When Hulk pulls back, Wolverine can feel his body beginning to repair itself from the damage. But then the huge cock is thrust into him again. He closes his eyes and screams from the pain. It doesn't hurt quite as much this time. The blood from the first thrust is acting as a lubricant. The mutant tries not to think about it.

The Other Guy continues to thrust. He's never done this to another being before. It feels so incredible, powerful. "Wolverine feels good."

"Hulk feels…ARGH!...Hulk feels…SHIT!...FUCK!...JEEEESUS!" His body, as much as it is straining to repair itself, is starting to get used to the continual intrusion. And then the pain is mixed with something else, something he can't quite place.

The green giant moves faster. He's grunting with each thrust, adding his voice to whatever word Wolverine utters every time he moves his hips forward.

There's a constant pressure on the mutant's prostate as the massive cock rubs forcefully against it. That is where the other feeling is coming from. That is what's making is own cock harden and want attention. "FUCK!...FUCK!...YES!...OH, SHIT!"

The words are spurring Hulk on. The hairy man feels so good around him, so tight and hot. His green body begins to tighten. He feels his pleasure growing and growing, not quite sure where it will lead but knowing he wants it.

And just as Wolverine is starting to really enjoy the sensation of the mighty green cock inside him, Hulk shudders and roars. His semen pounds against the inside of the mutant. The force almost knocks the Canadian forward. Then the green guy pulls out completely and falls onto his back. He smiles. "Hulk enjoy fucking Wolverine." Then he yawns, closes his eyes, and lets himself slip away.

Bruce feels incredibly relaxed. It feels nice. He stretches his neck and shoulders a bit. Then he becomes aware of a rhythmic noise. It's breathing…no, panting. He opens his eyes and looks around. In front of him, Logan is on his hands and knees, his body rising and falling with each labored breath. Blood and semen are dripping out of the muscular man's ass.

The relaxed feeling crashes away. "Oh, God," the scientist says in horror. "Did I…? Did I…?"

Wolverine turns his head and looks at the normal-sized man. His eyes narrow. "Yeah. Yeah ya did." Suddenly he leaps towards Banner and lands on top of him. "My turn," he snarls.

Bruce's legs are forced up just before he feels the mutant's cock penetrate him. His brow furrows in pain as a groan escapes his lips. "Logan," he breathes.

There is no answer, only heavy breathes and low growling. Wolverine is thrusting in hard, burying himself as far as he can each time. "You're going to come for me, Sweetheart," he promises. "And you ain't gonna hold back. Ya hear me?" There is a wildness in his eyes and a singularity of purpose. He's not going to stop until he hears and feels Banner come. It is now a personal mission.

Bruce is overwhelmed by the guilt and the pain and the coming pleasure. "Logan, what Hulk did…"

"Hulk didn't do enough. Ya hear me? Now let the fuck go."

Brown eyes look up and note the white fluffy clouds in the blue sky. "Sniff me." When there is no reply, Bruce says again more loudly, "Sniff me. What do I smell like?"

The mutant puts his nose near the scientist's neck and takes a deep breath in. "Ya smell like earth and sweat and grass and sex." He thrusts harder. Damn, the doctor smells so fucking good.

The act, the sound, and the description of the scent make Bruce's cock come alive. "Smell me again. I love it when you smell me."

Wolverine buries his face against Bruce's neck. He sniffs loudly then licks and sucks at the glistening flesh. He runs his teeth along the carotid artery and takes the soft earlobe into his mouth. One hand is keeping the scientist's leg bent forward. The forearm of his other hand is against the ground, keeping him steady as he continues to ram himself into his lover.

Bruce's hands are all over Logan's back and ass. He's stroking and scratching as the man moves above him. Their chests are touching, rubbing against each other, their nipples hard and causing them to moan whenever they make contact. He's hard and swollen by the time his legs wrap around the mutant's body.

When Wolverine brushes against his prostate and sends a roar of pleasure through his nervous system, Bruce realizes he isn't sorry about what Hulk did, not if this is the result. He slides his head back and groans with intensity.

The Canadian lifts his head away from his lover's neck to look into the chocolate eyes. He wants to see that ring of green. He wants Hulk to feel him inside of Banner. He thrusts harder when there is no sign of the extra color. "Come on, Sweetheart. Come for me," he growls.

He can feel the nails scratching harder at his back. It makes him smile at the man below him and slow down his thrusts.

Bruce finds he can barely hold on. His hands claw at his lover's back. He feels his muscles tensing and his heart rate increasing. "Hulk," he gasps. "He'll come back."

"Let 'im."

"But..I don't want…to let go." He's frightened. He doesn't want to lose this. Bruce is afraid if Hulk tastes this, feels this, that he'll never be allowed to have it again.

"Do it," the Canadian growls.

Bruce takes two deep breaths then stops fighting. He feels Hulk begin to surface.

Wolverine watches as green surrounds the brown irises. He sees a green tint shimmer over Bruce's skin as the body below him begins to writhe and jerk to meet his thrusts. He goes faster. He's going to make Bruce or Hulk or whoever the hell is in there come.

"Wolverine!" The voice is a mixture of Bruce and Hulk. The scientist is still there, conscious, feeling everything Logan is giving him. The face above his is looking at him with intense eyes that become his whole world. "Logan," he chokes out. "Yes, oh, God, yes. Logan." Then a roar rips through his throat, and he isn't sure if it came from him or Hulk. And suddenly he's not sure if they are different anymore. And more importantly, he doesn't care. All he cares about is the feel of the man inside him, the feel of his own cock rubbing against the muscles and skin and hair above him.

"That's right, Sweetheart," Wolverine growls as he continues his relentless thrusting. He's on the edge, willing himself to hold on until he feels his lover's semen coating them.

They are grunting and growling at each other as their bodies sweat and tense.

Bruce's mouth opens in a silent scream. He feels Hulk ripple through him just before he climaxes, his semen spurting over their stomachs as his muscles contract and shake. And then he feels warm liquid coating his insides as Wolverine roars his release.

Both continue to thrust against each other, riding out their orgasms in the now-quiet area by the pond.

Logan pushes back the hair from Bruce's face. There is no more green tinting on the tan skin. But there is still a ring of green around the brown irises. The Canadian's eyes dance. "You are so fucking beautiful. How'd that feel?"

Bruce can't speak. He's exhausted. He's spent. All he can do is nod gratefully as he tries to catch his breath.

"Did Hulk feel that?"

The scientist nods again. Hulk definitely felt that, had been there with him. It was odd and wonderful at the same time. "I thought…I thought…I was going…to turn."

It is Logan's turn to nod now. He slowly removes himself from Bruce and lies down next to him. He huffs out a laugh. "Think we can top that?"

"Don't know. Sure wanna try, though."

Logan smirks. "We've got a whole week to experiment, Dr. Banner. And no doubt Hulk's gonna wanna fuck, too." His eyes gleam at the thought.

xxx

Loki can't concentrate. Between the lack of progress counteracting Doom's serum and Thor's return to Asgard, the god is feeling particularly vulnerable and pressed for time. He finds himself continually snapping at Stark then apologizing.

"Maybe we should call it a day," Tony proposes just before lunch time.

"No!" Loki takes a breath before continuing. "Please. Perhaps we just need a break…and food. We should eat."

"Okay, well, I actually have a lunch date with Pepper. You can, I don't know, call Steve or get something from the deli down the street or something."

"I would like to call Steve."

"Okay. JARVIS, call Captain Steve Rogers please." He looks at the god. "Please – That's a little word we mortals use when we'd like something. It's polite and makes us not sound like douche bags."

Before Loki can respond, Steve's voice is heard saying hello.

After a moment, the Trickster says hello as well. "I was wondering if you had any lunch plans."

"Oh, uh, I do actually…kind of. We've got a lot of the information from the Hydra operation that we need to look through. And we were going to work through lunch."

"Oh."

The sound of that 'oh' is enough to let Steve know something is wrong. "Kitten, is everything okay?"

"Yes, of course," he lies with a lump in his throat.

There is a pause before Steve notes that Loki could still join them for lunch even though they'll be working.

"No. It's fine," Loki forces himself to say.

That's when Tony interjects. "Thor's going back to Asgard today."

"Oh yeah, right," Steve replies conversationally. "I remember Fury saying something about that yesterday."

"You knew?" Loki is stunned.

"Yeah. Didn't seem out of the ordinary. He comes and goes whenever."

"Loki's freaked out," Tony explains.

"I am not!" He realizes how quickly and forcefully he said that. In a softer voice he claims, "I'm not. I'm fine."

"You sure?" Steve is a little worried now.

"Yes, I'm sure. I'm fine. Have fun working through lunch. I'll see you at home."

"I'm probably going to have to work late." They hear voices in the background. "Hold on," Steve says. "I'm putting you on speaker."

"Hey, it's Tasha. What's going on?"

"Nothing," Loki responds just before Tony tells her about Thor and how it has made the Trickster all nervous. "I'm not nervous. I'm fine. I just…Forget I called. It doesn't matter…Steve, I'll see you…at some point." He starts to walk towards the door.

"We could use an extra pair of eyes," Black Widow notes. "Why don't you have lunch with us, help us out?"

"That sounds positively dreadful. I'll pass."

"Loki," Steve's voice chastises lightly. "If this is about Thor, I'm sure it'll be fine."

Those words only make the Trickster angry. "You know nothing of the sort, Captain."

There's an edge to Steve's voice as he responds, "So I'm Captain now?"

"You were always Captain."

"I'm not going to argue with you over the phone. Come to S.H.I.E.L.D., and we can talk about it here. Then you can help us with this Hydra stuff."

"I will do nothing of the sort. I've helped more than enough when it comes to Hydra. You can bloody well figure out the rest yourselves."

"We could really use your help," Captain America replies sternly.

Clint's voice comes next. "We don't need 'im. We're perfectly fine doing this ourselves. And I sure as hell don't want him here if he's gonna be all pissy."

"Then we are in agreement," Loki replies. "Good day." He disappears.

"Loki, wait," Steve's voice calls.

"He's gone, Cap," Tony tells him. "He vanished."

"Do you know where he went?"

"No, sorry. Look I gotta go meet Pepper. I'll talk to you guys later." Then the billionaire tells JARVIS to end the call.

xxx

Steve's forehead is resting in his hand. "Did you have to say that?" he asks Clint.

"Yeah, I did."

"He was obviously upset. We needed to calm him down not…anger him."

Clint looks up from the paper he's reading. "I'm not going to pussy foot around him, okay? He's your boyfriend, not mine."

Natasha quietly suggests that Steve order Loki to come here. The Captain nods before tapping his left arm three times and saying, "Loki. Come. Now."

He waits expectantly, wondering just how angry the god is. If he doesn't come, there will have to be punishment but of the kind neither of them particularly likes. But then the Trickster is there, green eyes smoldering and chest heaving as his mouth forms the word 'what'.

Steve walks to him, scrutinizing the obviously upset man. "Does it really scare you that much?" There is no response. He turns his head towards Clint and Natasha. "Hey, could you two maybe give us a minute? Order food or something?"

"Sure," Tasha replies and forces Hawkeye out of the room.

Once he hears the conference room door close, Steve pulls the god into a hug that is not reciprocated by the tense body. Loki quietly says, "He will tell them. He won't be able to stop himself. He won't mean to, but he will tell them all the same. And then they will come and separate us."

Steve pulls away to look into Loki's eyes. "I won't let them take you," he promises.

"I know, Darling, but they will separate us nonetheless. It is only a matter of time." He loses himself in the blue eyes of his Captain. "I'm surprised it's taken this long, actually."

"Really?"

"It's my magic that helps keep me hidden. I thought they would certainly find me when I was under Doom's serum. But perhaps it was the lack of magic that kept me hidden then."

"That reminds me…" Steve isn't quite sure how to ask this, but he is curious. "The Frost Giants are blue, right?" When Loki confirms this, he continues, "Why didn't you turn blue when your magic was suppressed? I saw you unconscious in bed. You were as pale as you are now."

"That's not magic. It's a…I'm not sure what it is actually. A biological reaction perhaps. The only time I've ever become blue was when a Jotun touched me and when I touched the Casket of Ancient Winters…a Jotun weapon," he adds when Steve gives him a questioning look.

"So if a Frost Giant touches you, you turn blue. If a Chitauri were to touch you, would you turn red or whatever color they are?"

"I suppose."

"Could you freeze me…as a Frost Giant?"

"I do not know. And honestly, I do not care. All I care about is not losing you."

The words pull the artist out of his thoughts. "Maybe they did see you," Steve offers. "Maybe they saw you and saw how you've changed…how you're better under my punishment than theirs. Or maybe Thor won't give anything away, and you're worrying over nothing."

Loki nods feeling misunderstood and suddenly quite tired.

"We should eat. You get grouchy when you're hungry," the artist smiles. He kisses the tip of the god's nose before giving him a soft kiss on the lips. "It's going to be fine, Kitten. We'll get through this just like we got through Doom."

"Please let it not be 'just like'. I did not care for how we got through Doom."

Steve nods. "Okay, it'll be better. We'll be better." He tucks a lock of dark hair behind the god's ear. "I love you, Kitten."

"And I love you…even when you are infuriatingly optimistic."

The artist laughs. In a loud voice he calls out, "Clint, Tasha, you can come in now."

The agents walk in as Steve guides Loki to a chair. "Loki's staying and helping us after all." He looks up to see their reaction. The Captain's smile drops away when he sees who came in with them. "Coulson, did you need something?"

Phil stands straight. "I've been assigned to help you with this mission."

"Assigned by whom?"

"Directory Fury."

Steve feels a hand on his arm before sensing his lover move.

Loki walks to the agent he stood in for during last night's punishment. "I have been assigned to help with this mission by Captain America. I suppose this means we will have to work together."

"I suppose so," Agent Coulson confirms.

"Then I suggest we not waste time with petty arguments. I am living with Captain Rogers. Nothing you say or do will change that. I am friends with Logan. I will not tolerate words against him or anyone he cares about. Are we clear?"

"I am friends and colleagues with Agents Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff. You hurt them; I hurt you. Are we clear?"

A smile spreads across Loki's face. It is not a nice smile. "You can try. But yes, we are clear."

Captain Rogers steps forward. "Agent Coulson, I trust we can keep this professional." He waits for Phil to nod before continuing. "Good. If I hear anything…anything even remotely personal or rude to or about any member of this team or any of the Avengers, I don't care if God himself assigned you; I will kick you off my team."

"Understood, Captain," Coulson replies. "Now why don't we get to work."

"Food first," Captain Rogers commands. "Let's order, then we'll get back to work."

xxx

Bruce and Logan have a late morning swim before heading back to the motorcycle and their clothes and things. They float silently on their backs in the cool water.

The first splash is from Bruce. He can't help himself. Logan looks far too peaceful to be left alone. So the doctor quickly flicks his hands in the water to create a small but forceful wave that hits the side of the bearded face.

The Canadian sputters and drops. Treading water, he glowers at Bruce and creates a retaliatory splash that makes the scientist flounder. After that, it is all out war.

When it finally ends with no victor but lots of laughter, they return to the shore and lie with their shoulders touching.

"I could get used to this," Bruce says. He feels more relaxed than he has in decades.

Logan turns onto his side and looks at the man beside him. "Turn over." After an apprehensive look from his lover, he says, "Trust me. Turn over."

Bruce does as he's told and flips onto his stomach. He feels two strong hands on his shoulders. Suddenly the relaxation from a few moments before feels like a tense memory. The hands are kneading out every last trace of tension in his neck and shoulders. And then they're traveling down his back, rubbing in hard circles. It hurts but in a good way. And then he feels a soft whiskered kiss on the back of his neck. He hums his approval. The kisses travel down his spine.

"Is this supposed to relax me or…"

"Is it workin'?"

"Yes. Either way, yes. But…could you go back to the shoulders?"

Logan laughs and returns his hands and his lips to the scientist's shoulders and upper back.

Bruce sighs. "That's great. Just keep doing that."

"That?" Logan asks. "Not this?" He straddles the doctor and begins to nip at the neck below him.

"That's pretty good, too."

"Oh, just pretty good, huh?"

"Keep going. It could get better."

Logan swats Bruce's ass in response.

"Watch it, Wolvie. I might go green again."

The Canadian presses his lips against the doctor's ear. "Maybe that's what I want."

He feels a constriction in his chest. "You…You want him?"

"I want you." Logan kisses a spot just behind Bruce's ear. His voice is husky. "I want both of you. I want all of you." He licks the doctor's neck.

"How do I smell?"

Wolverine takes a deep whiff. "Like heaven."

Bruce hums his approval and reaches back to massage the mutant's neck. "Now make me smell like you."


A/N: FYI - I am now posting this story on 2 sites. So acknowledgements will include the site the user is from. ff = and ao3 =

Finally Hulk & Wolverine! Hope you all liked it. Thanks to FireChildSlytherin5, T-TrainOrTurkeyT, and especially Smile-Evily (all ff) for helping me work through some ideas for the green guy's first explicit chapter. Given Wolverine's reaction, I'm thinking it won't be the last.

By the way, based on my limited research (Googling "how big is Hulk's penis") I found there is a theory that it would be quite small due to a steroid-like effect. I decided to go big instead. Hope you don't mind.

I have another poll for you. A reader suggested inserting DC easter eggs. Although the DC superheroes are not part of this universe, I would include their alter egos or friends into the stories. So Cap might get interviewed by Lois Lane. Or Tony may complain about that other billionaire Bruce Wayne. Or someone may visit the psychiatric office of Jonathan Crane. What do you think? Please let me know.

And thank you as always for your continued support!