Kurt screamed and accidently teleported out of his bed, somehow landing in the kitchen. Logan had just arrived at the institute a few minutes ago and seated himself at the wide island as he poured himself a cool glass of beer with ice. Upon witnessing Kurt emerge from seemingly out of nowhere, he spewed out the beer at an almost perfect arch considering being in a state of shock.

"K-Kurt, where did you come from kid? Why aren't ya in bed asleep?" Logan stuttered, regaining some lost composure, his heartbeat increasing a mile a minute. These damn kids and their pranks. If it weren't for Logan's firm disciplinary actions they'd all become intolerable.

"I… I had a nightmare. Guess I teleported here by mistake," he said, analyzing his surroundings with mild indifference. Logan sniffed the air; Kurt had a weird aroma emanating around him, quite bothersome indeed. It was apparent that he appeared disturbed about something. It wasn't in Logan's nature to poke his nose where it was unsolicited, however, the smell was too distracting to disregard. He exhaled heavily and inquired, "Do you wanna talk about it?"

"N-Not really. I, um, don't actually remember much." Kurt scratched the back of his head awkwardly and sent a sheepish smile. Logan raised a sardonic black eyebrow, his russet eyes betraying something of skepticism.

"You didn't have a nightmare, did ya kid?"

Kurt seemed offended at first, and then acted like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. There was hardly anything one could slip past Logan with those overwhelmingly keen senses. "Yeah, you don't fool me kid. To think that insults my intellect, so don't even try it."

"To be honest, the dream was about you Logan," said Kurt. If it weren't for the navy-blue fur that enveloped the majority of his physique, Logan would have seen the harsh blush painting his cheeks.

"So, what about it?" he asked, with the slightest hint of impatience and irritation in his tone; he wasn't fond of being kept waiting. "W-Well… it was… I mean, that is…" Kurt grappled to find the right words and fumbled with his hands that were nearby, what was no doubt, the bulge in his pajama pants, his elongated tail swishing like a pendulum anxiously.

Suddenly, Logan's eyes expanded with immediate comprehension. Why didn't he see it before? It explained everything-the weird smell and the agitated behavior. The scream he heard before wasn't from fear, but euphoria, and his teleporting from a sudden burst of excitement, and the weird aroma was from ejaculation. Kurt never had a nightmare, more like a wet dream. A wet dream… about him… executing erotic performances… with him…

Dear god.

"Uh, Kurt, I think we need to have a little chat," Logan said, reluctantly. Kurt made no indication of heading for the stool next to Logan, instead crouching in place in front of him on the island so his cobalt eyes met his. "Listen," he began, "I know what you're feeling may be weird and confusing, but I can assure ya it's normal. I mean, you're just a hormonally disturbed adolescent, so of course you're going to have sexual, uh… cravings every now and then. It's nothing to be ashamed about. Everybody goes through it… Ya get what I'm saying kid?"

Kurt returned a placid stare. "Yeah, I guess so."

Logan sighed with exasperation. It was like explaining something complicated to a brick wall. This isn't exactly what he sighed up for when he agreed to stay at the institute. Then again, he wasn't exactly the "go-to guy" for this kind of stuff anyway, nor would he be caught dead attempting to elucidate such a situation either. And yet, here he was doing just that.

"Fuck it," he said, frustrated. "Look, I'm not good at this kinda crap. If ya need help understanding it, then ask someone like the Professor or Storm, all rig—"

Logan was abruptly cut off before he could finish the sentence by a fierce kiss from Kurt. He withdrew and gazed at him with astonished and bemused eyes, mouth agape. Finally when his speech capabilities returned, he said with mild annoyance, "Listen kid, when I said you're going to have sexual cravings that wasn't a go-ahead to get frisky with me."

Kurt merely laughed at Logan's amusing reaction and gazed at him with wanton eyes that gleamed with insatiable lust. "I understood what you said Logan. I was just waiting to catch you off guard first before I made my move." He shot a triumphant smirk. Logan couldn't believe it…

"Why, you sneaky little…" Wait. What was the point in getting mad? It would only add fuel to the lustful fire that blazed inside of him like a wild fire. And besides, staring at Kurt with those wanton eyes made him feel… something himself, he realized as his pants pitched a tent.

"Fine, if that's how you wanna play it, then let's play."

A/N: Well, this is the first fic I've written in I don't know how long. Think it's been a few years? Anyway, I've kind of been watching X-Men Evolution recently and really wanted to write a fic with Wolverine and… someone else. I'm sorry if it sounds like crap, but you have to understand I've been dealing with severe writer's block (every author's greatest enemy), so I've been kind of depressed with everything I write. In any case, I hope you still enjoy it and REVIEW PLEASE! I can certainly use the encouragement. Try not to be too harsh though and no flaming please. If you don't like it, then DON'T READ IT. For those of you who did like it, I promise to get the other chapters up ASAP. Originally I thought of making it a one-shot, but that looks like it won't happen. Thanks again for all your support. ^_^