Dog Tags Ch1
Scott OB POV
Scott was sitting on his bed in his and Jean's room. They had rescued Marie – Rogue – and Logan a few days ago. Logan had woken from his weeklong coma after waking Marie back to life. He seemed to really care for the girl. They hadn't had a chance to talk yet and it was tearing Scott apart. Granted it had only been three days, but Logan had been ignoring him. Okay, that was not true, he was just too busy to deal with Scott's delayed teenage angst as Jean described it.
He remembered vividly the first time he met Logan. He had told no one about his and Logan's relations, but he was positive of that the Professor knew.
He was five years old and the plane he, his brother and his parents were in crashed on the Canadian border. Logan had found him and wrapped him in his black leather jacket and then gone to fetch his family. They were lucky they all survived. The pilots did not neither did the crew.
His parents were in a coma for over a week, then they had to keep them in bed for another two. His baby brother Alexander was just two years old, and they kept him in for observation until his parents were let out of the hospital.
Child services did not have the resources to take care of a traumatised five year old, and his grandparents were in Spain, so they had given him to Logan.
The man had been shocked and honestly had no clue about what to do with a small child, but damn, those baby-blues could convince him to do just about anything.
For nearly a month Logan had taken care of him. He didn't look like he had much money on him, but it enough for them to stay at a decent hotel for nearly a month.
Scott smiled weakly as he remembered how he would crawl into Logan's bed if he had a nightmare, or if Logan had a nightmare for that matter. He would curl up against his side and Logan would wrap an arm around him. After a week they gave up sleeping in separate beds and went to sleep together.
When his parents woke up and their ways parted he had Logan's dog-tags around his neck and the worn leather jacket wrapped around his shoulders. He still had it in his closet and it still smelled like Logan.
His parents had not been sympathetic to his situation when they woke up. They had after all been in a coma and poor Alexander…blah blah blah. His parents were very young when they had Scott and felt like he had slowed down the process of reaching the peak of their careers. Like they needed to work. They had enough money for their great great great great grand children to live comfortably without working.
It didn't matter that his teachers were praising him up to seventh heaven or that he was already a year ahead, but Alex. Oh Alex was the gem of their eyes. Even as a five year old he knew he could not blame the toddler for their parents actions. Though, it was worse when he came into his powers. They didn't kick him out. Hell, he was positively blind. But they didn't do anything to help him. They ignored him. At all times they just ignored him. They didn't even answer if he asked them a question or aid him if he fell. He was just twelve.
His teachers had been supportive about his 'blindness' but after a year and a half of constant neglect he could not take it any more. He packed the few thing he could still find - that his brother had not taken – a bit of clothes, the savings he had snuck away, bit of toiletries, Logan's leather jacket and the dog-tags. They had P.E. that day, so no one suspected anything. Though he remembered his English teacher had a pensive look on his face – Scott could feel it - when he said good-bye. Scott never said 'good-bye', he said 'see you later'.
He was fourteen when he met Logan again in New York. He had spent the last year and a half travelling across the US to reach his destination. He had been shocked and nearly fell over when someone suddenly tugged the dog-tag and a gruff voice asking;
"Where did you get this boy?"
He had been ecstatic to the point of tears and hugged Logan as hard as he could. The older man had been furious when he found out how he had been treated, but refrained from killing them as Scott said they were not worth it. Logan stayed with him for a month before he had to move on. During the first two weeks he had gotten lost twice, and twice had he almost been raped.
Logan taught him how to fight without seeing his opponent – how to track him with his other senses, but it was not enough.
Scott had pleaded with him to relive him of his virginity. To make it something he could remember without pain. This was New York he had told Logan, he didn't want his first time to be up against a brick wall in an alley, bruised and bleeding. It took a week and a half before he caved.
He had been so careful with him. Scott was not overly big for his age, but he had a timeless look and built to him that made him look older than his fifteen years. He supposed that helped.
He spent hours playing with his body, preparing him. When they finally joined, it barely stung. It was a flash of pain and a slight burn, but it had felt so good. He had been completely shocked at how good it felt to have Logan moving inside him. Inside him. Tears had started running down his cheeks because of the intenseness of it all. Logan had nearly flipped, but clamed down as Scott reassured him that he was okay, better than 'okay' that he was just overwhelmed of that his body could feel that much. They didn't leave their room until Logan had to leave. Scott was sore all over, but it was a good kind of sore. Like the one that told him he was loved.
Logan paid for another three months at the hotel, so he didn't have to live on the streets, in addition to the few hundred dollars he left in the pocket of 'his' leather jacket.
The hotel burned down a month later and Scott ended up on the streets anyway. It turned out that the things Logan taught him the final days saved his life. He lived two months as a prostitute, but he never let anyone fuck him. He was glad for that now. He could still say be belonged to Logan completely, body and soul.
After two months on the streets he met Charles Xavier. The rest was history.
Scott sighed and rubbed his eyes. He couldn't sleep, which was maybe just as well because there should not be hearing the pitter-patter of teenaged feet at three in the morning. About five seconds later there was a knock on his door. Jean groaned into her pillow.
"Would you get it?"
"Yeah." He sighed and got up. It wasn't like he had a shot of falling asleep anytime soon anyway. Opening the door he had to bite his cheek not to sigh in annoyance.
"Yes Kitty?" the little girl shifted nervously from side to side. She was obviously scared.
"Logan is having another nightmare, Sir." Scott cursed and thanked God he had the good grace to wear his PJ bottoms to sleep. Both he and Kitty ran to Logan's room. Scott hadn't bothered to put on a shirt as he was more worried about one of the kids trying to wake Logan up than them seeing him with a bare chest. He'd rather have their bellies full of butterflies than metal.
The door was still closed, thankfully, and Scott told the kids to go back to their rooms.
"But you might get hurt." Kitty said. Putr agreed with her.
"We should stay until it is over, in case we have to bring you to the clinic. You're not Marie." Putr said. Scott scowled but knew that there was no way that they'd leave.
"Fine, but you wait out here." He said and closed the door behind him."
Logan had a nice room with a queen-sized bed. A queen-sized bed that was already in shreds. His claws were only partially out and he was tossing his head from side to side. He took off his glasses and crawled into the bed, slipped under the sheets and curled up against his side like he did when he was little. It only took a few seconds until Logan stopped tossing about and curled himself around the younger boy, wrapped a strong and heavy arm around his waist and put the other one under his head. Scott could not hold back a sleepy smile as he entwined his fingers with Logan's, carefully making sure he didn't cut himself on the sharp claws.
When Kitty finally stuck her head through the door they were soundly asleep.
"Oh my God!" she gasped when she pulled out of the room.
"What? What is wrong?" Putr said, ready to tear up the door.
"They're asleep." She said in amazement. "Oh they were so cute curled up together!!" she squealed and bounced up and down.
"They were sleeping?!"
"And Logan was curled around him and their hand were entwined…sooo cute." She bounced a bit more. "I don't think I can sleep now." Putr shook his head and went back to his room.