Hello, dear lovely darlings! Raylena Starrling has asked for this fanfiction, and of course, I must oblige her. (Please excuse my language; I'm reading Gone With the Wind and I always start talking like my books after a while).

Also, I have recently discovered what it's like to not be able to sit down—though for entirely different reasons. I had a very hard ride (not the dirty kind, alas, the horse-and-saddle kind) and literally had bruises on my butt. I couldn't sit right for two days, and couldn't walk straight for a week. I can now sympathize with every gay man on the planet, to an extent.

I apologize for any French mistakes I make. I take Spanish (and some German, so that should all be correct). I get all my French from fanfiction and "Lady Marmalade."

I hope you enjoy this latest installment of mine—a chapter story, ee gad!—and that you'll review kindly and with helpful criticism.

Enjoy!

-Forbala-

Rated M for language, lots of man-sex, and, later on, perhaps some (almost?) rape. I'm still not sure about that last.

Logan/Kurt, Gambit/Kurt one-sided. Kurt is of age.

CHAPTER ONE: A SORT OF HONEYMOON

Summer. Most students planned to go home for the holidays, especially those whose parents accepted their differences. Storm had already left for mission work in Africa with a small group of students, and the Professor and Hank were set to leave in the morning with another group to Europe for a cultural visit. Logan was to stay behind and keep the mansion, and, of course, his lover to stay with him.

He and Kurt would have the whole mansion to themselves, for three whole weeks, and by god, they would use it. While legal marriage was a complex matter for the long-time couple, this gave them the opportunity to pretend as though they were a couple like any other, with their own lovely house to themselves, where they didn't have to filter anything they did for the benefit of younger students. They would be totally free to act as they wished for a brief period.

The morning after school's last day, Professor X and party boarded the X-Jet and took off for Europe. Logan and Kurt stood in the hangar and waved goodbye as they took off.

"I hope they have fun in Europe," Kurt said slipping his hand in Logan's as the hangar door closed.

"I couldn't care less if they do, so long as they don't come back early," Logan said, pulling the dark elf close to him and kissing him passionately.

"Oh, dear," Kurt said breathlessly when they broke for air. "Are you trying to seduce me, Logan?"

"That depends: are you seduceable?"

Kurt laughed and squeezed his feral lover's ass before teleporting them to their bedroom suite.

The moment their feet hit the floor, Kurt was up against the nearest wall, pinned and ravished by Logan. The room was filled with moans of pleasure and pleas for more, more…mein Got, take me now!

Logan sliced off his lover's clothing with quick, precise slashes and jammed himself inside in one quick, dry move.

Kurt whimpered in pain at the unprepared entrance, and pleasure at the raw, rough need.

The elf ground his hips against Wolverine's and they went quick and hard, and as loud as they bloody well wanted.

They collapsed on the floor in a heap of sweat, cum, and heavy breathing.

As soon as they had recovered, Kurt stretched like a cat and curled up against Logan.

"Wanna go swimming?" the dark elf asked, with a little mewl.

Logan smirked mischievously and said that, yes, he would like very much to go to the pool.

So they donned their swimsuits and descended to the pool. Logan dove in, while Kurt teleported fifteen feet in the air and dropped himself like a lead cannonball.

"Very nice, kid," Logan growled when the water had settled.

"Hey, I'm not a kid anymore, you know. I'm in college."

"I'm over a hundred years old. You will always be 'kid' to me. And don't be gettin' cocky, you haven't even started yet."

"Aw, man, you're so mean! When are you gonna start treating me like an adult?" Kurt whined.

"Well, how about right now?" And Logan grabbed the pouty elf in a tight embrace and kissed him hard. Kurt responded immediately, wrapping his arms around Logan's neck and melting into the elder's hard body. Logan separated their chests, not without a whine from Kurt, just enough to slip his hand down Kurt's shorts.

"Ah!" Kurt gasped, throwing his head back. His limbs went limp and he would have sunk to the bottom of the pool if he hadn't been supported by Logan's other arm.

Logan pushed Kurt against the side of the pool and slipped his hand up Kurt's prick, eliciting another sharp gasp. He jacked his demonic lover off and made sure Kurt screamed his name for all Heaven to hear.

By this time, Logan was hard as granite, and he quickly rid himself of his swim trunks while the younger recovered (looking way too slutty for his own good). As soon as Kurt's eyes came back into focus, Logan began kissing him all over again, slipping off his shorts, grabbing his extremely sensitive tail.

Kurt moved his tail from Logan's hand and, before Logan could ask why, had slipped the devil-spaded tip into his mouth. He wetted it well and (after removing a furball) slipped it inside his own ass.

Logan gulped back his pleasure as the sight of Kurt fucking his tail, and soon couldn't take it anymore.

"My turn, elf," he growled, barely able to form the words, while he removed the tail and slowly inserted himself. He pumped long and slow, removing himself to the head, then plunging back in and slapping Kurt's prostate.

Kurt moaned and his tail twitched. The tail, acting on its own, navigated to Logan's pucker and began to poke and prod. At first Logan was shocked, and lost his rhythm, but then the tail penetrated and, while it was a very strange sensation, he rather enjoyed it and clenched his ass in encouragement.

They spent the whole day in this fashion, making sure the entire mansion, from Danger Room to kitchen, was in order. At last, the broke for dinner and sat down to watch Van Helsing. They cuddled together on the couch, an exceptionally large bowl of popcorn on Kurt's lap, and the lights down low. Kurt fell asleep about halfway through, but Logan didn't disturb him.

No, Logan didn't. Rather, the doorbell did. At midnight.

Kurt mumbled, confused, and curled up closer into Logan. Logan grumbled, annoyed, and carefully slid his adorable lover off his lap. "Who the fuck is that?" he muttered under his breath.

He ripped the door open, ready to chew out whoever was disturbing his elf, and was surprised to see Gambit.

"Bonsoir, mon ami. May I come in?"