Hank walked down the long corridor to the Lab. It was about three in the morning, and everyone else was asleep. Hank had been in the danger room since about eleven. There had been an outbreak of chicken pox in the mansion the past week, and he and Jean had been in charge of medicines and caring for the sick students and staff. During this time there was no real chance for him to get any exercise, and it hit him hard. Finally finding an evening to himself, and hyped up on about seven coffees, he was far from tired, and figured that the danger room was the best way to kill energy. He had gone into the tower and set it to random mode. This way it was more spontaneous, like a real mission. Upon entering, he heard a growl come from behind him. It was a deep rugged growl that surged through his body like wildfire. He had been hoping for this simulation. He turned to see a droid version of the Wolverine running at him. Hank had grown attached to Logan in the past few months, and eventually gained a crush. This simulation was almost like a game of tag more than a life/death situation. He had used this one many times, because he knew he could never have Logan for real, but he could easily strip off the droids clothes and watch him run around in shreds of fabric. He knew that it was nowhere near what it would really be like, but he did it anyways. The Wolverine shot his claws out and took the first fatal swing towards Hank's head, but he ducked just in time. From the ground, he could see what would be Logan's package. It was larger than most, and he wouldn't really believe it if he hadn't always been looking at the real one. He felt his cock start to stiffen in the anticipation. The droid was very similar to how Logan actually looked. It had to be, the professor wanted it to be as real as he could make it.

Hank looked up towards the Wolverines face. It desperately needed to be shaved and the eyes were dark green with a tinge of brown around the pupils, just like Logan's, although these were mad eyes. They were out to kill. They were making Hank mad too. Mad that he couldn't look into them and see love back. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a pair of claws coming down towards his head. Snapping out of his obsession with the man, he kicked his massive foot at the droid and it flew back towards the generator box. It hit hard, and the simulation flickered for a second before starting to die down. Hank quickly ran up to the tower and began the simulation again.

Later, after no luck losing any energy and a pair of blue balls, he began to head to the lab. He needed to grab his glasses, which he had left in there after saying goodnight to Jean. Then he would go up to his room and probably read himself to sleep. He could smell something in the air. Something he knew, but was too occupied with his own thoughts to realize what it really was. It was kind of a vanilla orange smell, but overpowered by the musk of cigar smoke. The hall was quiet, and only the sound of his large feet hitting the ground was audible. Not even a creak of the floor. It was almost serene, but Hank was too preoccupied to notice. His mind was on Logan. How his body looked in the leather jumpsuit, and how much he would like to take off that leather jumpsuit and see what's inside. He finally reached the door, and put his hand in his coat pocket to find the key. His mind was still on Logan, and he was sporting a raging hard on, but he knew he was alone, and he was the only one with a key, so there would be no surprises in the lab. While he searched, he began to imagine Logan shirtless. He had seen it before, so it wasn't hard. How chiselled his abs and pecs were, and the layer of dark brown hair sprinkled all over his upper body. His thick muscular arms and large hands. His distinct smell, that was like catnip to him. Kind of a vanilla orange smell, but overpowered by the musk of cigar smoke. Wait... Hank took a deep breath through his nose. It was Logan's smell. The deep must with the sweet undertones that he loved so much, and it was getting stronger as he stood there. His cock was rock solid, and due to its enormous size, he had to make it face upwards. His warm fur brushing against the thirteen inch monster wasn't helping the situation any. All he was thinking of was Logan, and when he finally located his keys it was almost a relief. His cock was beginning to hurt from being so hard, and he figured if he got out of the hall, it would smell like the lab and bring him back to earth. He put the key in the slot and turned.

The door opened wide. Hank stepped inside and was washed over with the overpowering smell of Logan. He tried to look into the darkness, but his night vision was a little slow in his growing age. He reached for the light switch, and had trouble finding it. Eventually, he located it and turned it on. Although blurry he knew what he was seeing. Logan was sitting on the table in the middle of the room, no shirt on. Logan stood up from the table and walked over to Hank, who was trying to cover himself. Hank rarely ever wore shirts. The lab coat and his jeans were comfortable, but when your erect penis reaches almost to your sternum, you're kinda screwed. Hank put his hand over the head, and felt a stream of precum running down it. He must have been so red in the face, but he couldn't help it. As Logan got closer, he lifted his hand. He was holding Hank's glasses. "Thought you'd like to see a little more" he said. The gruff voice flowed over Hank and he felt another stream of pre squirt out and run down his cock and hand, still trying to conceal it. Seeing that Hank wasn't gunna budge Logan reached up and placed the glasses on Hank's face. Hank could see clearly, but his mind was a jumble. Logan kept his hands on the sides of Hank's face and just stared into the beast's eyes. Hanks legs felt weak as the eyes he had longed to see into for so long were staring into his. Logan's breath smelled of smoke, and his hands were warm on the sides of Hank's face. Slowly, Logan pulled Hank in towards him, and when they were about a centimetre away from each other, Logan pressed his lips against Hank's. Logan's face was prickly, and needed to be shaved, and the smell of smoke on his breath was immense, and Hank was in ecstasy. Finally after what seemed like forever, Logan put his arms around Hank and pulled their bodies to meet. The first thing Hank noticed was Logan's erection poking into his. He estimated between nine and ten inches. Logan pressed his lips firmly against Hank's, and opened his mouth. Hank responded with his tongue. Logan's mouth was warm and wet, and tasted like smoke. Logan, although much shorter than Hank, seemed to really be in charge. His hands made their way to Hank's hair and he began to pull. Hank moaned at the feeling, and he felt Logan shiver. The next place Logan's hands made their way to was Hank's cock. With their mouths still intertwined, Logan began to run his hands up and down the bottom of Hanks shaft. The feeling caught Hank by surprise, and he accidently bit down. Logan started to bleed.

"I'm s-s-sso sorry" Hank mumbled. Logan pushed Hank off him, and stepped back. Hank was sure he blew it. He looked away from Logan, expecting that he had killed the moment. The smell of smoke, cock and pheromones was everywhere. Hank looked back at Logan, expecting a punch in the gut, only to find a very dirty smile looking back at him. "You bit me pretty hard Hank" he started "and though I heal fast, I still bleed. Well, you got some in your mouth, didn't you?" Hank felt defeated. Now that he mentioned it, there was a definite taste of blood in his mouth.
"Yes. I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize. I've just gotta wash that taste out of your mouth now." With that, Logan reached for the zipper of his jeans and undid them slowly.

"Like what ya see?" he asked Hank, a hint of seduction in his voice. Hank could only nod, he was completely dumfounded by what he was seeing. Logan pulled his dark jeans down to the floor, exposing his hairy muscular legs, his grey boxers barely hiding the glory of the erection they were hiding and a stain of precum at its tip. Hank stared at the mammoth behind the thin fabric with longing in his eyes. Logan walked slowly and promiscuously up to Hank, and whispered in his ear "Hank, are you up?"
"Obviously" Hank retorted, trying his best to stay calm.
"Hank? Get up!" Logan said, a little louder.
"Logan?" Hank was a little confused.
"HANK!"

Hank opened his eyes, in his own bed. The light from the early morning sun was shining through his window illuminating the figure hovering over him. He reached for his glasses and put them on to see Logan, wearing a plaid shirt and his jean jacket. "Hank? Did you forget?"
"Forget what?"
"Early practice, bub. Get up, the professor sent me to get you." Logan's face lifted as he sniffed the air. "What were you dreaming about?"
"Nothing at all"
"Oh? Well, that nothing musta been pretty hot. I can smell ya from here." Hank lowered his hand to his crotch to find that he had ejaculated.
"Oh. Yes, I suppose it was quite" he racked his brain for the right word "enjoyable."
"Who was it? Do I know her?"
"In a way, yes."
"You gunna ask her out?"
"That wouldn't be wise."
"Ah well, I'm sure she's crazy for ya."
"That's farfetched, but it would be nice."
"Well, you should probably get up, they're starting without us." Logan turned to go. Hank closed his eyes and thought to himself.
"Logan?"
"Yeah Hank?" Hank thought again.
"Never mind. I will see you downstairs." Hank watched as Logan left his room and headed down to the stairs. He sat up, and rubbed his eyes. Here was to another day of watching from afar, heartache and knowing he could never have Logan, no matter how much he wanted him.