This little tale wouldn't leave me alone so I figured I might as well tell it! Original characters belong to me, everyone else doesn't!
Logan felt his growl of irritation mirrored in the rumble from his bike as he soared down the road. He wondered why he was being put on a cheap ass mission like this but he knew the answer. Cyclops. Scott and he had still been pretty cold towards each other since Bellion's accident. He knew that the tension troubled the Shaman but he couldn't do anything about it. The fact that they were still friends drove Scott up the wall but he didn't have it in him to tell Bellion 'no'.
That thought brought a smirk of amusement to Logan's face. It was interesting to see the innocent shaman have Scott firmly wrapped around his finger and not even realize it. Scott had been very protective of Bellion after the incident and was determined to never make the beautiful Shaman fell that way ever again.
He also knew that Scott felt guilty because they had been unable to locate Bellion's people and it could only be assumed that they were unable to keep their reclusive lifestyle and had been forced to integrate into the villages. Their culture would now merge with the culture of whatever village they had joined and it would evolve, but parts of it, such as Bellion's place, would be lost.
Logan knew that where Bellion was concerned Scott was doing his best to make things right. However there was no helping the feelings they held towards each other. Perhaps if it had just been Bellion alone they might have been able to work past it for his sake. However there was also what had happened with Jean and so because of that, any relationship between them would always be stiff at the best.
Now to get him out of his hair Scott had sent him out on this bogus mission. There was a carnival that Xavier had been watching for a while. He was certain that there was a mutant presence inside of it however it seemed they were abnormally good at avoiding him. At first the Professor was just going to leave him alone, however during his last interaction with Cerebro he found out a little more about their power. It seemed they could see the future, and from the brief feelings he was able to encounter…they were not being held there willingly.
So now Logan was going to sniff him out, rescue him if necessary or at least recon the situation to see if there was reason to bring in more of the X men team. He figured that it wasn't all bad, he got a chance to get out of the school and sniff around a bit, at least sounded mildly interesting.
He came up on the carnival and took a casual look around. Nothing seemed out of place so far, it was pretty slow, there were people meandering around but it was early afternoon and most people wouldn't be coming until later.
His eyes drifted over the games and shook his head, what he was looking for wouldn't be there. The colorful tents caught his eye and he gave a small grim smile. That was more like what he was looking for. He doubted that the mutant would be kept out in the open if they were unwilling.
He looked them over and saw a fortuneteller's tent. He wondered if it would be the obvious choice and then shrugged and decided that he had to start somewhere. The tent was dark purple with a large eye drawn in blue over the top of it. He opened the flap and entered, nearly rolling his eyes at the amount of incense he was forced to deal with. There were hanging stones and bead and the usual accessories that one might expect.
There seemed to be no one in and he decided he might take the time to look around while he was waiting. If nothing turned up he'd move on, but he was starting to get the feeling that what he was looking for was going to be right here. He narrowed his eyes as he pulled up his leather jacket's collar and began to peer at all of the knickknacks, trying to see if any of them seemed to have some alternative purpose.
He was giving a mild warning when he heard soft bells clatter together and turned sharply. There was a young man standing in the back entrance to the tent. He had a small frown on his face as he peered around .he had short jet black hair that came down to his chin and simple black turtle neck and nice black jeans and black work boots. Logan was about to make a snide remark, wondering why this 'physic' didn't look as corny as his tent when he noticed something. The young man kept looking around the tent as if he sensed something was wrong but he didn't look at Logan or speak to him. It only took Logan a second to realize it, he was blind.
He stepped forward and watched as those eyes turned to him. They were a beautiful dark chestnut brown that was warm despite their lack of light. He gruffly cleared his throat as he asked "Are you the one I talk to about my fortune?"
He nearly winced as the words came out of his mouth and swore that he was going to get back at Cyclops for this. He waited to hear the young man's answer but he didn't have long when he was suddenly being dragged out of the tent. He dug his feet into the ground refusing to go but the young man frowned and pulled him harder to get him to follow. He decided to play along, he didn't like it but there were still people around and he figure that this meant the kid had something pretty important to tell him.
He was also impressed that he was able to lead so confidently with his lack of sight. Though Logan knew that if he had such a disability he would work his way to where he could function fully without it. Just like it seemed this kid had done.
They were by his bike by the time he had enough of this 'follow the leader' crap. He held his ground when they reached his machine and said "I think that's far enough bub, you can go ahead and say what you need to say but I ain't goin' any further."
The young man seemed to realize he was serious and nodded his head as he moved his head around, using his other senses to make sure that the area was clear. "I just had to make sure…" He said softy, his voice was slightly husky as if he either didn't talk much or always spoke in a whisper.
Logan was getting the feeling that the guy wasn't pulling his leg, but rather was simply being cautious. Which given what the professor had told them he could find that easy to believe. He wanted to hear as much as he could before they were either forced to leave. "Alright I get it, now what do you want to tell me?"
He said in his soft rough voice "My name is Jasper…I joined the carnival when I was a child, my mutation was well hidden by those close to me, but it recently came under new management and somehow he found out about my…condition. " He shook his head sadly "After he found out he would force me to read fortunes…"
He bit his lip and it was obvious that there was more that he wanted to say but fear held him back. This confirmed it for Logan, if Jasper was being held here against his will, it was time to go. He looked at the young man and said seriously "I can take you to a safe place, but I doubt you'll be able to come back, at least not for a while."
Jasper understood that Logan was giving him an option. He had known that Logan was coming and had already prepared himself for this and said his goodbyes. He knew that today was the day he was going to leave all he had ever known. He was alright with it, even excepted that this carnival was no longer the one he remembered growing up in. It had changed, and he could no longer stay here.
Logan watched the play of emotions over Jasper's face as he seemed to think over the fact he would be leaving this instant. He looked up at Logan with uncanny accuracy and smiled softly "I already knew that this was my only choice…to stay here any longer…I can't do that…"
Logan nodded and took a quickly look over at the carnival seeing if there were any others that were going to follow him. He leapt onto his bike and pulled Jasper on with him, easily lifting the light weight of the slender young man and s aid gruffly "Hold on."
Jasper gasped with excitement as they took off on the bike. He closed his eyes to protect them from the wind as he embraced the feeling of speed. He was finally free… he had everything precious to him on his person in a little satchel that Tulin had given him. He felt tears well up as he thought of the Native American who had been something of a father to him. Tulin knew that he was leaving and had covered for them so that he could escape with Logan. He had had to leave all of his clothing and belongings behind, but they weren't important. He could always get more, what mattered as Tulin often reminded him, was being happy.
Logan was surprised that the whole mission had gone well. He wondered if Jasper had known it would work that way or had foreseen him and had prepared ahead of time. Both were possible but he wasn't going to worry about it. The mission was completed and that meant that he was free to go home. He smirked, imagining the look on Scott's face when he returned only a couple hours later with no extra help needed.
Back at the school Scott was smiling in contentment as he lay in his large bed. When Bellion had moved into his room he had up graded to a larger size so that they would be comfortable. Of course Bellion had been impressed and concerned that he had been a burden on Scott.
One of Scott's favorite activities was to reassure Bellion that he was no such thing and that he was going to happily love him for as long as they lived. He hoped some day that Bellion would be able to accept such gifts without being so shy, but it was also something that he loved to see. The lovely blush on the shaman's tan cheeks never failed to enflame Scott's desire.
The contented smile slowly changed to a far more devious one as he rolled over on his side to where they slumbering shaman lay. Bellion had not taken well to the winters on the East Coast. He was fascinated with snow but after discovering how cold it could be had decided he far preferred to see it from the inside of the warm school.
Scott leaned over and kissed the soft, tan exposed shoulder that was near him as he slipped his hand around Bellion's waist and pulled and closed the small form close. He smiled when he heard the a soft moan from Bellion as his hand traveled lower and the second he touched what he was searching for Bellion reacted as he usually did. It always amazed Scott how sensitive the shaman could be.
The small body next to his began to tremble as he stroked his hand up and down, the slender hips began to arch and move with every action from Scott causing a reaction in the writhing form next to him. He smiled deviously as he leaned in and kissed the soft skin of Bellion's neck. "Did you enjoy your nap?" He murmured laughing as he heard Bellion's gasp of pleasure as he moved his hand just right.
Bellion had known from the second Scott moved what he intended to do. He smiled as he was pulled close to Scott's body. Though he was too shy to say it he was happy with how much Scott loved to sexually play. He moaned when he felt Scott's hand move downward and because his lover knew him so well he was thrown into ecstasy with only a few well known moves.
Scott changed their positions so that he was now straddling Bellion's form and watched through his ruby vision the expressions on Bellion's face. Usually the shaman was so calm and reserved that this was the only time he could ever see him truly unleashed. He bent down and pressed his lips firmly to Bellion's relieved that he had gotten Logan out of the school so they could have an afternoon of peace to themselves. He didn't teach strategy for nothing.
Hope you like this new start! More to come!