X-Men, movie-verse
Scott/Logan (Order important! I want to see! Somehow!)
Everyone needs Logan, but no one has ever really wanted him before.
Rated: PG-13

"Why is there never any beer 'round this place!" Logan growled, tearing the kitchen apart.

He needed beer; soda and chocolate milk just weren't cutting it for him anymore. Whiskey, Vodka, Beer, anything! He just needed alcohol and he needed it now.

"Because Bobby and Johnny always managed to find it no matter what we did," Scott smirked, having been watching Logan for several minutes.

He had somehow managed to evade Logan's extraordinary sense of smell.

Logan groaned and was about to resign himself to another soda.

"However, I do keep a private stash in my quarters… interested?"

"You bet, bub." Logan smiled inwardly, thrilled that he wouldn't have to drink another super sugary and overly carbonated no-name brand soda.

Scott smiled broadly and slipped his arm over Logan's shoulders. The wild man was too focused on the thought of alcohol to pay any attention to the action. He had always known that Scott was a little fruity anyways.

Logan grinned at the amount of Whiskey and Rum the other man had in his cabinet.

"I'm proud of ya bub, I didn't think ya had it in you." he reached out for a smallish bottle of Jack Daniel's. "Seriously though Scott, I'm impressed."

"I thought you might be."

Logan was on his second bottle of whiskey when Scott began to massage the back of his neck and his shoulders with careful, powerful hands.

"What're you doin'?" Logan was beginning to slur his words slightly.

"Relaxing you enough so that I can do this," Scott replied easily, tilting Logan's face so that he could plant a light kiss on his lips.

"Oh… okay."

Scott smirked, that had been much easier than expected. He slowly coerced Logan to his feet and pushed him backwards onto the bed. The other man was still holding his whiskey bottle and he gently pried it from his fingers.

"I think you've had enough."

"Probably," Logan hiccoughed.

"Good man," Scott began, hastily unbuttoning his soon-to-be new conquest's shirt. "It's a sign of strength to be aware of your weaknesses and your limits."

"Uh huh," Logan smiled up at the younger man as he was undressed. "Why me?"

"I want you," Scott replied simply. "And you want me too. Almost as much as you want my wife."

"Aa,"

"You see," Scott explained, removing his own shirt. "She needs you. You're her rock when I'm not around… But I don't need you. I want you."

Logan smiled. "Aa…"

Scott leaned down and began to plunder Logan's mouth with his tongue.