It had begun during a time when the pair were at there most distant, Jeans loss in fairness had effected them both deeply. Pushing his own pain aside, Logan understood that Scott, despite blaming himself, now depended upon his support if he was to ever again lead the X-men. Time for them moved slowly, slightly dulling the grief they carried while highlighting happier memories.
Within a few short weeks of intense training and practically living within one another pockets, their relationship took a sharp turn into the realms of which they couldn't return.
Their first night together had been relaxed, moving within a comfortable pace. Logan paused to admire the delicate contours of his lover by the shallow illumination provided by the moonlight while Scott allowed his finger tips to trace a more realistic image. He'd never forget the attentive nature shown by the older man.
Outside the bedroom the pair remained at one another's throats, keeping up appearances as the old saying went. Whole once alone if was becoming obvious just how comfortable the pair were becoming. Logan had adjusted to Scotts nightly motions such as the way he swung his leg over the sheets when he became too warm. The way the Boy Scouts toes wriggled within the cool air could almost be considered cute.
Until one evening when during the early hours the temperature had significantly dropped, encouraging the young leader to snuggle close, tucking and weaving his feet between the others and giving him the shock of his life. The intense chill caused Logan to leap from the comfy solitude of his bed, extending his claws as he loomed over his lover like a expertly trained ninja. The blades cutting painfully close to his lovers throat. "Cyke?!"
Scotts breath hitched as he sunk deeper into the mattress, blindly reached out under the sheets. "Logan? Stand down ... Please"