Clashing Claws: A Backdoor Betrayal in the Boardroom And now, for a sneak peek of the story: --- You know, it's funny, Wolverine growled, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm as he leaned back in the plush leather chair, his hands casually folded behind his head. I never took you for the type to go for the damsel in distress. Cyclops, aka Scott Summers, shot him a glare that could wilt flowers, his eyes narrowed behind those ruby-red glasses. You're one to talk, Logan. Always playing the lone wolf, never sticking around long enough to see the good in people. Wolverine chuckled, the sound low and husky. Well, maybe that's because I've got better things to do than waste my time on someone who can't even keep their eyes open during a mission briefing. Scott scoffed, his irritation evident in the tight line of his mouth. I'll have you know, I was simply meditating, focusing my energy for the task at hand. Mm-hmm, Wolverine hummed, his eyes twinkling with mischief. And I'm sure that's exactly what you were doing when you accidentally walked in on Jean and me in the supply closet last week. Scott's face turned a shade of red that matched his visor. That was different. Oh? And how's that? Because... because Jean and I have a history! Scott stammered, his voice rising in pitch. Wolverine grinned, his teeth gleaming in the dim light. And so do Jean and I, hotshot. Or have you forgotten? Scott hesitated, his eyes flickering with a mixture of guilt and desire. It's not the same thing, Logan. Isn't it? Wolverine purred, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you're just jealous that I got the girl you couldn't keep. Scott's breath hitched as Wolverine's words struck a nerve, his gaze dropping to the older man's lips. You're impossible, he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. Wolverine's grin widened. Oh, I'm more than just impossible, Scott. I'm irresistible. Before Scott could protest, Wolverine closed the distance between them, capturing the younger man's mouth in a searing kiss. Scott's hands fisted in Wolverine's shirt, pulling him closer as their tongues danced in a passionate duel. As their bodies pressed together, the tension between them snapped like a rubber band, their desires unleashed in a frenzy of raw, primal need. We can't do this here, Scott gasped, his voice laced with a desperate plea. Wolverine's eyes glinted with determination. Then let's make it worth the risk. And so, in the heart of the X-Men's headquarters, amidst the chaos of impending battle, two of the most powerful mutants in the world succumbed to the forbidden temptation that had been building between them for years. A tale of passion, betrayal, and unbridled desire, Clashing Claws: A Backdoor Betrayal in the Boardroom will leave you breathless and begging for more.

The X-Men meeting room was filled with the usual hum of activity, but all of that came to a halt as Wolverine strolled in, his eyes immediately locking onto Cyclops, who was sitting at the table, pouring over some files. A smirk tugged at the corner of Wolverine's mouth as he sauntered over to where Cyclops was sitting.

Cyclops looked up from his work, his eyebrow quirking in question at Wolverine's grin. "What's that grin for, bub?" he asked, trying to ignore the flutter in his chest.

Wolverine leaned against the table, his arms crossed over his chest as he looked down at Cyclops. "Just thinking about how you ended up with Jean, you lucky son of a gun," he said, his voice low and taunting.

Cyclops rolled his eyes, trying to focus on the files in front of him. "You're delusional. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do," he said, his tone clipped.

But Wolverine wasn't deterred. He stood up, moving around the table until he was standing directly behind Cyclops. Leaning down, he whispered in Cyclops's ear, "I could've shown her a better time."

Cyclops's breath hitched in his throat as Wolverine's warm breath tickled his ear. He couldn't help the way his body responded to Wolverine's nearness, the way his heart raced and his cock hardened in his pants. But he tried to keep his cool, standing up and turning to face Wolverine.

"You're lucky I find this a little hot," he said, his voice low and seductive.

Wolverine's eyes lit up at Cyclops's words, and he moved closer, closing the distance between them. He reached out, his fingers tracing over the buttons of Cyclops's shirt. Cyclops watched as Wolverine's fingers deftly undid each button, revealing more and more of his chest.

As Wolverine's hands explored Cyclops's chest, he leaned in, capturing Cyclops's lips in a hungry kiss. Cyclops moaned, his hands reaching up to tangle in Wolverine's hair, pulling him closer.

Wolverine's hands continued to roam, moving down to Cyclops's pants. He undid the button, his fingers brushing against Cyclops's hard cock through the fabric of his boxers. Cyclops gasped, his head falling back against the table as Wolverine started to stroke him through the fabric.

Wolverine pulled back, looking up at Cyclops with a mischievous grin. "I've always wanted to do this," he said, his voice low and husky.

Cyclops's breath hitched as Wolverine started to pull down his pants, exposing his hard cock to the cool air of the room. He leaned back against the table, his legs spreading slightly as Wolverine moved between them.

Wolverine's mouth descended on Cyclops's cock, his tongue swirling around the tip before taking him deep into his mouth. Cyclops moaned, his hands gripping the edge of the table as Wolverine sucked him deep.

Just as Cyclops was starting to lose himself in the feeling of Wolverine's mouth on him, the door to the meeting room opened, and Jean Grey walked in. Both Wolverine and Cyclops froze, caught in the act.

Jean Grey raised an eyebrow, her eyes flicking between Wolverine and Cyclops. "Well, this is a surprise," she said, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.

Cyclops's face heated as he quickly pulled up his pants, trying to compose himself. Wolverine stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Jean," he said, his voice gruff.

Jean Grey walked over to them, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I see you two are getting along," she said, her tone teasing.

Cyclops cleared his throat, trying to find his voice. "We were just... uh... discussing something," he said, his face still red.

Jean Grey laughed, her eyes twinkling. "I can see that," she said, her gaze flicking down to Cyclops's still-hard cock. "Maybe we can continue this discussion later?" she said, her voice low and seductive.

Cyclops's breath hitched in his throat as Jean Grey walked out of the room, leaving him and Wolverine alone once again. He looked over at Wolverine, his eyes filled with desire.

"I think that can be arranged," he said, his voice husky.

Wolverine grinned, his eyes filled with heat. "I can't wait," he said, his voice low and seductive.

As they left the meeting room, both of them knew that this was only the beginning of their clash of titans.