The Storytelling of Del'an

Author's Note - German Phrases used in this chapter: Mein Gott! (My God!) Also, many thanks to Kindar for beta-reading! :) Chapter 2 Alarm flooded Professor Xavier as he thought quickly, getting to his feet, but Ororo beat him to Tad. Tad laid there in a crumpled pile with a nasty oozing gash on his temple. "Is he alright?" Ororo bent over Tad, quickly looking him over, and withdrew a sharp breath. "He may need some stitches, but it doesn't seem life-threatening. It'd be prudent to check his vitals in Med Bay immediately."

Here's another story of mine that I thought I'd post. A fanfiction based on X-men, and taking place after the third movie. This was also kinda influenced by the many many fics I saw with Logan being 'slashed' into what I consider 'fuck fics' - stories with varied pairs/orgies without any explanation, rhyme or reason to why he's screwing Scott Summers or others, other than what the author considers a hot pair. This is my, well, hopefully, story on how Logan/Wolverine COULD actually realize he could be gay. (Many thanks to my Beta-reader Kindar :)) Btw, if there are any necessary keywords that aren't listed for this entry, lemme know what I'm missing. :) Chapter 1 A lanky man in his mid 20's was walking down the street at night. It was a chilly November night, but he didn't worry about anything since he knew this neighborhood, and he lived five blocks from his job. It was almost time to go to his parent's house ...

Chapter 8 Brent noted the readings on the display screen of the scanner, feeling relieved. Grant was whimpering with his arms crossed over his chest, and rocking from the side to side, not really paying attention to anything around him. Brent shook his head and sighed, hoping the pain would pass soon. He touched and shook Grant's forearm slightly, trying to get Grant's focus on him. "Grant? Look at me."

Chapter 8 Rain pattered on the roof of the house, as Grant opened his eyes to darkness, with light slipping in through curtains around the room. His first thought was that it was morning. His second and resigned thought that he would have to go into work. Grant pulled himself upright, and his feet onto the carpet. He sighed, dangling his arms between his legs. He wondered if he should call in sick. Even if he felt fine now -- perhaps it might be best to do that.

"Flipping Out" (A Society of Weres Story) written by Gryphbear Chapter 9 After several minutes of hot and sweaty groping, Shawn was nibbling on Matt's neck, driving him crazy with lust. He could smell Matt struggling to hold back his primal self. He licked Matt from his lower jawbone up to his earlobe, and whispered huskily. "Let go. Surrender to it." Matt slowed his motions down, and whispered. "...How?" Shawn simply grinned as his canines were prominently sharp. He kissed Matt full on the lips with passionate hunger, and trailed his lips over to Matt's neck. He growled loud enough for Matt to hear. "Like this."