Author's note: Whilst using these characters, I have done my best to keep their original personalities more or less the same, to make any advances in the relationship seem beleivable and relatable whilst keeping with the original intention of a homoerotic/Yaoi fiction.
I do hope you enjoy my first fanfiction, as I enjoyed writing it -NGD.
Chapter 1: Denial of trust.
"Vhat? Heir Logan... I don't understand..." Kurt apprehensively confronted the elder mutant who blocked his entrance to the danger room.
"Sorry bub, we just don't need ya' on this one" Logan dismissed him, His weighty form leant nonchanlantly on the silver wall, thick arms crossed. Kurt felt his three fingers ball into shakey fists, his face felt warm all of a sudden, heated blood pulsing in his temples.
"Zhen vhy is everyvone else going?" he argued, though hardly agressively. Logan sighed, he shifted his weight to stand straight, gave the blue mutant a somewhat sympathetic glance.
"Because..." Logan didn't know how to word his reasons "Because they've been on this kinda' misson before, this training is nothin' new to em', It's just to refresh their skills. You get me?"
Kurt looked about as persuaded as he did pleased, that slender blue tail began flicking like an old clock pendulum, back and forth it swayed. Kurt hated being excluded, and he still felt he hadn't recieved a proper reason.
"No... Not really, Logan" he huffed quietly, golden eyes sinking to the floor, met with the dull blue blur of his reflection on the metal. Logan shifted uncomfortably. Why did Charles have to make him explain it? Whilst the Wolverine was head of the misson, through all his talents of leadership, Compassion in a situation wasn't one well reckognised.
"Look, Kurt" he began "I know you wanna' help, and... and I admire that, but, If we brought every X-Kid on every misson, we'd be screwed. I need those of you with me whose powers are gonna' be relevant and prove most useful... And... Well..."
Logan felt his words sinking into silence as he saw Kurts face. With each word, the pointed ears drooped lower, tilting to the ground. The swaying tail slowed to stillness, and though Kurt feigned anger, His golden eyes were large, wet and worrying to Logan. Logan just couldn't take it. They were so questioning, even accusing. Like he'd kicked a puppy and now it was looking at him, Why? Why Logan, Why?
"So... I'm not use-" a small, sudden dry sob broke the blue demon off, It shocked the pair equally. Kurts eyes began to glisten dangerously, The way he stared proved he wasn't about to let himself cry.
"Ah... Vell, a mission's a mission, I guess?" a fanged smile was forced, with a most strained up-beat voice to match. Logan looked a little more concerned.
"Wait elf, I didn't mean it like that, Yano" Logan almost growled at his own innability to survive in these kind of situations. He outstretched a supposedly comforting hand to the young mutant. But as that large, rough hand approached, Kurt saw the situation taking a turn for the worst.
Logan's vision was apprehended in a sudden burst of smoke. He looked, he sighed, scratched the back of his head and shrugged wearily as the elf vanished.
Author's notes: So... That's it for the introduction. Sorry if it seems a little, shallow, but the story does develop as does Kurt's relationship with Logan. The following chapters proceed to more sexually explicit chapters, but I'll forewarn you guys just beforehand.
I do hope you continue reading my first fanfiction!
Critiques of course are valued, But aren't really asked for, I write for fun and to entertain, nothing serious.