✩❦X-Men Oneshots (Headcanons)❦✩

A Taste Of You (Quicksilver X Wolverine)

A vampire based fanfic :) 

Warning: SMUT!

Logan wrapped his woolly scarf around his neck and sniffed the air. The snow was thick and he struggled to walk considering it was ankle deep. The night was a perfect place for him, he loved it more than the day, and the snow calmed him down. Canada was like that.

He sat down under a tree and took a bite of his steak he cooked over his glowing fire. His senses caught something behind the bushes, the snow fell gently to the floor as it rustled. Logan growled and stood up slowly, his metallic claws ripping through his knuckles. He heard nothing other than shallow breathing, he leapt onto the anonymous creature and sunk his claws into its arm. He noticed it was just a man, and he cried in pain, his bicep bled more than any wound he has ever inflicted on someone.

"Shit!" Logan retracted his claws and covered the wound with his hands. The silver-haired man cried, his feet twisted and he turned to his side, Logan's hands still attempting to stop the bleeding. He looked quite young and he smelled strange. "I'm sorry, kid!" He removed his hands that were dripping with the innocent man's blood and picked him up bridal style. He placed him next to the fire and stared at his agonized expression.

"W-Why did you do that!?" he whined, digging his feet into the snow.

"I thought you were something else!" Logan scrunched his nose and turned his head in confusion. "You smell odd-"

"I'm just a person!" He scowled away from the fire and shielded his eyes from the light. "Put that fire out!"

"Why? It's cold." Logan lit a cigar calmly, a puff of smoke ascended into the abyss.

"It-It burns, it's too hot!" He held his arm and let out a cry. 

"Hey, I have some first aid," Logan reached into his bag and pulled out some bandages. "What's ya name?" He ripped open the packaging with his teeth and stood up before sitting next to the other man.

"P-Pietro-" He stuttered. Pietro stared at Logan intensely, his eyes scanning his body.

"Here." Logan wrapped the bandage around Pietro's arm, soaking up the blood immediately. Pietro's spandex outfit was already ripped, Logan looked down at the tears in the uniform. "Why are you wearing a uniform?" Logan said as he slowly removed his scarf.

"Because I have to-" Pietro inhaled deeply, his eyes darkened as he looked at Logan's neck longingly. Logan shuffled away from him, taking another puff of his cigar. Pietro bared his teeth and continued to glare with hunger.

"Hey, where did you come from?" He spoke, breaking the awkwardness. Pietro's eyes averted to Logan's face. 

"I don't remember." He shuffled closer, but slightly. Logan nodded slowly.

"Same here." He didn't move away, he was too focused on finishing his food. Pietro craned his neck to get a sense of Logan. A smile spread across his face. "You hungry?"

"Oh yes," Pietro said breathlessly. 

"I have some food in my bag-" Logan stopped, noticing Pietro's exhausted expression. "Hey, don't strain yourself." He noticed the bandage was completely red, it soaked up all the blood and he was continuing to bleed out. Logan began to panic, he reached for another bandage. "Oh my god you're bleeding out!" He took off the old one, making Pietro groan.

"I-I'm fine!" He gasped as the newer one was gently wrapped around the wound. He traced his tongue along his bottom lip, the hunger making him become more vicious and agitated.

"Hey calm down," Logan said sweetly, placing a gentle hand on Pietro's injured bicep. Pietro let out a hiss and lunged himself to the older man, sinking his teeth into the crook of his neck. Logan screamed and tried to push him off, his efforts failing, as Pietro began to suck out the blood from his vessels. "GET OFF!" Logan pulled on Pietro's hair, but still unable to remove his mouth from his neck.  Logan's neck slowly began to heal, but Pietro's fangs prevented them from completely healing over. Pietro finally pulled his head away, his head hovering only inches from Logan's. Blood dripped from his mouth and Logan's eyes were wide with fear. "What the fuck are you!?"

"I'm not sure anymore." Pietro promptly pushed his hands up Logan's shirt, his mouth without hesitation closed the gap between them. His tongue lolled over Logan's lips. Logan felt the silver boy's hands begin to pull off his shirt, his chest exposed to the cold bitter air. Pietro placed his finger into Logan's bloody mouth, making the older man flinch. He began to moan, he was slowly beginning to enjoy this handsome bloodsucking twink touching him and seducing him in an odd but attractive way. Pietro pressed his pelvis against Logan's, earning another moan; his member growing more and more erect with the second. 

"God," Logan started, his breathing intensified, Pietro pulled off his trousers, his hands caressed his muscular thighs.

"I'm not just hungry for blood-" He bit down on his bulge, Logan practically screamed but Pietro was still keeping the rhythm; his tongue teased at Logan's shaft, the fabric creating friction against his sensitive member. Logan raised himself, allowing Pietro to remove his underwear with ease, he shivered, the freezing cold was painful but he couldn't help but submit to his provocative manner. Pietro bit down, making the older man squeal. Logan covered his mouth in embarrassment, his shaft being consumed in Pietro's moist mouth.

"Oh god!" Logan exclaimed, his hands intertwined in Pietro's silver locks. His pelvis thrusted upwards, almost making the silver boy gag, his head was keeping a fast and upbeat rhythm. Pietro felt Logan release inside of his mouth, but Pietro wasn't interested in that, he wanted to see Logan really scream. He swallowed and seductively crawled onto him, his sleek body was a sight Logan couldn't get enough of; his hands grasped Pietro's tight ass through the green spandex, earning a ghastly moan.

Pietro's unzipped himself and raised Logan's legs; Logan was struck with fear, he felt a cold sensation run through his whole body as Pietro entered him slowly. Logan screamed in pain, the fact Pietro wasn't holding back was too fast-paced, but he remembered this wasn't sex, he didn't know what it was, but he knew personally it wasn't rape because he was loving this more than any other sex he had. Pietro's slow movements were so soothing but pleasurable; why was this boy so cold? What was it about him that made him so attractive? Pietro continued to slowly thrust in and out, Logan already orgasmed but he was close to a second already. 

"Faster-" Logan breathed, Pietro only snarled.

"Beg me-" He bit his plump-blood stained lip sexually, Logan didn't understand what he meant, he only moaned uncontrollably. Pietro began to pick up the speed, taking his moans as his begging; Logan felt the snow beneath him begin to melt, his temperature rose and Pietro didn't stop until Logan orgasmed with him.

"I haven't done this before!" Logan gasped, feeling Pietro's cold member vibrate with each thrust. Pietro finally reached climax, his cold semen run through him like electricity. Logan followed, his eyes maintaining a full connection with the younger man.

"You were probably my best one-" Pietro re-zipped his suit and looked down at him, his vulnerability made him want to re-do what they just did but daylight was drawing in.

"What?" Logan whispered, his glossy eyes questioning everything. Pietro leaned and kissed his head. His kind touch faded away as he was gone in a flash. Logan felt a chill run down his spine. He felt hungry for more.