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12 September 2009 @ 03:56 pm
(Team X-verse) In The Brig Again... (For Emma)  
*It had been weeks since Victor had been locked in the brig as a punishment for attacking Wade, but his thoughts had been returning there more and more lately for an entirely different reason. Emma. The ideas they'd shared about the things they could do in there, the mental images they'd exchanged; and now, finally, they could put those ideas into motion. Emma had managed to get the key from Stryker, Victor wasn't entirely sure how. Either it had involved some subtle telepathy, or perhaps she'd used her telekinesis to take it. He didn't really care how, all that mattered was that it was in their possession for now, and the brig was theirs to do with what they would.

Just over half an hour ago, she'd led him into the small concrete bunker and allowed him to chain her, an eager growl in his throat as he'd clapped the manacles about her wrists, the mere sight of her being restrained like that exciting him more than he could have imagined. Grinning, he'd left her there for a while and wandered off, partly as revenge for teasing him when he'd been locked up, and partly because the anticipation was pleasing enough. But now he'd returned, ready to take the pleasure he'd been looking forward to for so long.

Stepping inside the brig, the keys in his possession, he closed the door to the cell behind him and marched over to where Emma sat chained upon the floor, a wicked smile on his face.*

Miss me, Princess?
Current Location: team x-verse
Current Mood: excitedexcited
Emma Frost: emma :: assuredicecoldwit on September 12th, 2009 03:20 pm (UTC)
*The chains around her wrists clinked slightly as she looked up, pulling at her arms slightly. It was a struggle to keep the smirk off her face, but she managed, barely.

It was another game, another roll for them. So she kept her face passive, shaking some hair away from her face.*

Impossibly so, darling.

*She knew he hadn't gone too far, he was practically oozing his anticipation; snippets of his plans flying into her mind before changing, never staying the same as the indecision spurned him on.*

Is this a flying visit, or should I expect dinner and a show?
Victor Creed: Nigeria Grinwatch_the_nails on September 12th, 2009 03:30 pm (UTC)
You should expect not to leave here until you're fucking sore, precious. Hell, I'm not leaving until I can hardly walk.

*There was the undercurrent of a threat in his words, and Emma would have been able to sense that this was how he'd spoken to so many women in the past; but in here, spoken to her, it sounded more like a promise. He smirked as he moved closer, the illusion of power sending shivers of pleasure down his spine, so many ideas and thoughts tumbling through his mind as he looked down at her.*

Now, how should I unwrap this little present?
Emma Frost: emma :: coyicecoldwit on September 12th, 2009 03:42 pm (UTC)
*Wrapping her arms around the chains, gripping to the links and pulling herself up slightly, enough to get her knees underneath her, Emma tipped her head to look up at him.

She knew he got off believing himself in control of her, that he had the power between them. She had no problem helping that along at times, playing submissive to him for their little games.

Her blonde hair fell back down around her face, strands falling to cover her eyes and frame her face. She really was rather good at playing the part; enough experience with men who needed to feel in control, who deluded themselves into believing they were in control. It gave her a rather varied repartee of tricks.*

How indeed, any way you want.
Victor Creed: Smugwatch_the_nails on September 12th, 2009 03:55 pm (UTC)
*His breathing was already heavy and laboured, lust smouldering in his eyes as he looked at her; she didn't have to use her telepathy to know exactly what he was thinking, that he was already reverting to his feral, animal mindset, his desire taking over.*

How about we start here.

*He sneered as he moved to stand over her, unsheathing a single claw and, snarling, digging it into the material of her top, tearing a line across the material, purring with satisfaction at the view of her underwear beneath. Then, reaching out with his claws, he grabbed at handful of hair and pulled her face into his crotch, a hardness already forming in his trousers.*

Emma Frost: emma :: deviousicecoldwit on September 12th, 2009 04:10 pm (UTC)
*She'd made a point to wear her military issued fatigues for exactly this purpose. His quiet thrill from tearing her clothes from her body; she wasn't wasting her good clothes for that, and if Stryker wanted explanations, well, she'd give him every detail.

Even as his hand tangled in her hair as he grabbed her, pulling her against his crotch, she sighed out a low moan. That dominant edge to his actions thrilling her. The chains rattled as she made to reach out to touch, forgetting momentarily her position.

Without her hands, she simply nuzzled lightly, rubbing her cheek against him and glancing up the best she could with his hand in her hair.*
Victor Creed: Nigeria Grinwatch_the_nails on September 12th, 2009 04:21 pm (UTC)
*He was pleased by her enthusiasm, giving a throaty growl as he fumbled with his trousers, one hand still tangled in her hair as he freed himself; he gripped at his firm length as he pressed it into her face, purring and snarling, his claws digging into her scalp.*

You know what I want you to do, precious. So do it, and do it well.

*His whole body was shivering in anticipation now, little shudders running up and down his spine as he ran his tongue over his teeth hungrily, gazing down at her with a lust that was barely kept in check.*
Emma Frost: emma :: sereneicecoldwit on September 12th, 2009 04:31 pm (UTC)
*Her mouth parted with a sigh and groan, tongue darting along his length as he pushed into her mouth.

The tight grip on her hair only served to increase the pleasure coursing through her; this was her fantasy too, she was just as hot and bothered as he was. With her hands chained to the wall behind her, despite her tugging, she would be restrained to just using her mouth on him.

Without her hands, he could control the whole thing; the pace, how deep she took him, force her to speed up or slow down, take more or less. She hummed her arousal, sending the vibrations along him as she suckled lightly, lips closed around him.
Victor Creed: Smirkwatch_the_nails on September 12th, 2009 04:39 pm (UTC)
*He purred as he slid into her, his own lips drawn back to reveal his fangs, both of his hands moving to her head and resting there, his claws tangling in her hair; he bucked forward gently, breathy gasps escaping his throat, his eyes closing in satisfaction as he began to move inside her mouth.*

Baby, just like that. Oh, that's good. Fuck.

Emma Frost: emma :: alluringicecoldwit on September 12th, 2009 04:49 pm (UTC)
*Her eyes slid up, despite the awkward angle, watching him as he moved; the bliss already on his face, the way his lip curled up to expose fangs she was acutely aware of, how his eyes slid closed in pleasure. She bobbed her head the best she could, even as he directed the movement with his hands and the bucking of his hips.

It wasn't really going to be enough.

With a gentle nudge to his mind, she let him know he could be a touch rougher. She wanted it hard, to be taken and claimed. Used. That was where the thrills came in, and even with the claws tugging harshly at her hair, the chains biting slightly at her wrists, Emma wanted more.

She wanted him to just let go, use her and abuse her. To really let the beast rear its ugly head. At least for the duration of their coupling.*
Victor Creed: Nigeria Grinwatch_the_nails on September 12th, 2009 05:02 pm (UTC)
*He growled in response, letting her know via his snarls and his mental reply that he'd received her message, her unspoken permission to let himself go and allow his inner beast to take control. He didn't have any complaints about that, none at all. If anything, it just made him moan even more loudly, his body quivering as he increased the pace of his thrusts, his length going deeper as he plunged himself more forcefully between her lips, so hard that he hit the back of her throat.

He began hissing now, his claws digging that much harder into her scalp, acting like she was one of the women he'd taken and claimed by force, that he was making her do this against her will, even though their mental link let him know just how much she was enjoying it.*
Emma Frost: emma :: disheavledicecoldwit on September 12th, 2009 05:08 pm (UTC)
*She whimpered around him, the heat building between her thighs as he increased his force and pace. She had to force her jaw loose, despite the burning of her muscles, she kept suckling, trailing her tongue when she could and moaning around his length.

He'd smell her arousal, feel her pleasure in his mind, know that she was loving every minute of his dominance over her. The way she was restrained, the way he controlled her head. It all just served to make her enjoy it that much more.*
Victor Creed: Pensivewatch_the_nails on September 12th, 2009 05:17 pm (UTC)
*His breathing grew shallow and desperate as he neared his peak, his thrusts fast and intense, strands of hair catching in his claws as he tugged and yanked at her head in time with the pace of his hips. He caught a trace of her scent, the heavy smell of her sex, the sweetness between her legs, and it made him growl, knowing that he'd be able to take that later. With a vicious snarl, he grabbed at her head and held it firmly right against his crotch, his length buried within her throat, barely even allowing her to breathe. She'd given him the permission to do this, allowed him to begin to lose himself and become more brutal, and his animal side was definitely taking over.*
Emma Frost: emma :: alluringicecoldwit on September 13th, 2009 01:50 am (UTC)
*While her breathing was somewhat restricted, it wasn't too serious. She was more worried about her hair and those claws and just how loose he was letting himself get. She didn't fancy a repeat performance of her biggest mishap with his claws; least of all without the healing factor this time.

But it didn't dampen her pleasure, that one niggling concern at the back of her mind. Having him press so deep into her mouth, jerking at her and grunting, she could do little but slacken her mouth and take it, humming quietly and moaning.

He wasn't the only one that needed her to give up the control sometimes, she needed it just as much this time.*
Victor Creed: Nigeria Grinwatch_the_nails on September 13th, 2009 02:08 am (UTC)
*He was on the edge now, so close to his climax, his fingers clutching shakily at her scalp as ecstatic shudders wracked his entire body; he was sorely tempted to release inside her mouth, spend himself down her throat, but the urge to make a mess of that perfect, special body was just too much. He pulled away from her with a groan, his cock slipping from between her lips as he let go of his hold on her hair, his hands going to his length as he began to reach his peak; moaning, panting, he spent himself over her chest, the warm, sticky mess spattering over the material of her top, some of it clinging to the bare skin of her neck and shoulders.*
Emma Frost: emma :: deviousicecoldwit on September 13th, 2009 02:22 am (UTC)
*She knew just why he loved messing her like that; marking her skin even if she did wash it off not soon after. His own way of brining her down to the level of flawed perfection.

Even as he stroked himself to release, defiling her chest and clothes and leaving his very own brand on her skin and scenting her, she moaning and tried to press herself towards him.

She was achingly aroused, his own pleasure having been seeping into her mind along with her own desire and lust spurning on her needs. She tugged at the chains yet again, licking her lips and looking up at him from under hooded eyes.*
Victor Creed: Smugwatch_the_nails on September 13th, 2009 02:30 am (UTC)
*He purred as he gazed at her, the last waves of his arousal leaving him as he staggered back a pace or two, momentarily set off-balance by the intensity of his orgasm. He could tell she was in a high state of arousal, smelling the scent of her body, recognising the hungry look in her eyes for what it was.*

I guess you think it's your turn now.

*His voice was heavy and breathless, his words tinged with a sneering hint of contempt; they weren't playing specific roles here, but he was adapting the tone of the snarling, hateful bastard-in-charge, slipping all too easily into treating her with sarcasm and disdain. Wiping his hands on his trousers he came to stand over her, his cruel side coming to the fore, nudging her hard in the side with his foot, so much so that it was almost a kick; hopefully it wouldn't be hard enough to leave a large bruise, though, or he could be in trouble. It was a firm enough nudge that she could have been sent sprawling into the dirt.*

((OOC: Post edited as very tired when writing it. Better now.))

Edited at 2009-09-13 09:41 am (UTC)