A Few Days Earlier
Losing Scott had been a nightmare, but finding him beaten down and broken after what Jean had put him through was heartbreaking in itself. To spend months without Scott only to discover him living a life he was never meant for in Ohio of all places, pretending to be a straight-laced accountant had been unbearable at first. The very idea of Scott immersed in numbers and tax returns seemed to be the ultimate bore, but when Logan had first discovered his long time companion, he'd sensed a change in Scott. It wasn't simply the fact that Jean had managed to rip away his powers; to take away what in essence made him the man he was before, but rather he'd shifted gears. He's come into a new direction, one that Logan was almost envious of. It was peaceful, mundane, yet serene in it's own way. It was the same monotonous routine, which was something that puzzled Logan.
Logan had spent weeks waiting, contemplating his next move and the approach he would make in revealing himself to Scott. It had been something that Logan had pondered long and hard. He couldn't rush it, yet in staying away and not seeing Scott-in not speaking with him and holding him, it had been unbearable. It was the kind of pain that Logan had tried to avoid after all hell had broken loose in the midst of madness. It was the reason that Logan had left the school in search of something more, something deeper, but instead of finding another meaningless journey to continue on, he'd found the one person in the world that he hadn't been able to forget. Fate had truly existed in bringing back the only man in the world that Logan knew full well that he couldn't live without. It was in having lost him that Logan had realized Scott's importance and there wasn't a damn thing that could keep him from that truth any longer.
"I've been lost without you," was the first thing that Logan had wanted to say to Scott when he'd approached him at the charity fund raiser that was hosted by the company Scott was working for. Hell, Logan had even crossed his own personal code of what was acceptable and had rented a tux. It was a low point for Logan in having to fit into the ridiculous mold of what society had expected at an event such as that, but he'd been pleasantly rewarded by Scott's surprise.
"Logan," Scott had whispered once they'd met up near the back of the bar, away from the dance floor. The bewilderment in the blue eyes that Logan had always contemplated, but had never been able to observe one on one before that night was priceless, beautiful in it's own way and it took everything in Logan's power not to kiss Scott senseless right then and there, "how-how did you find me?"
"It's a long story, but one we'll get into another time," Logan had simply suggested, opting to leave out the details of what life had transformed into without Scott in all of their lives. Instead Logan had wanted to focus on his good fortune and in doing so, he'd joined Scott at the bar doing his best to make small talk.
"Is everyone else here?" Scott had asked quietly, his voice timid and worrisome in the strange surroundings of the company bash.
"No," Logan had answered honestly, "just me."
Scott didn't seem too disappointed in hearing that. Come to think of it, he'd almost seemed relieved when Logan had offered up that detail about his arrival. Scott didn't expand on his response, but rather played it cool and polite, though Logan knew they were both far from finished with one another. Their reunion would have to take place in more familiar ground far away from the party.
"There you are," a woman had intruded upon the moment between them. She walked up to Scott placing her hand on his shoulder in a possessive movement that made Logan flinch involuntary. He could sense her lust for Scott, could feel it in her approach now that she'd severed the moment between them. Seeing her blood red nails curl downward over Scott's muscled shoulder had made Logan furious, wild with jealousy over what he'd lost.
While Logan and Scott had never spoken of their time together at the school before Jean's return, there were so many things that still lingered. There were so many memories that had haunted Logan long after that day he'd felt Scott was lost to him forever. Yes, Logan had believed that Scott had taken Jean's 'death' harder than anticipated when Scott had pushed him away, but it was what followed that finally brought Logan to life again. In their grief and misery a deeper, more profound emotion had grown between them. They'd evolved from rivals, to friends, to two people with a genuine warmth and feeling for one another. Soon that explanation had seemed misplaced when Logan and Scott forced the depth of what their bond had brought into their lives.
"What do you want Logan?" Scott had questioned, full of frustrations after they'd gotten into another one of the same arguments with one another over how things had fallen apart since Jean's disappearance. Scott had always used Jean as a wall to keep them at arm's length with one another, but Logan had refused to allow it to come between them. He'd sensed the truth in Summers long before Scott had been able to own up to it. He'd tasted the sweet, alluring aroma of lust bristling between them long before Scott had been presented with that reality. Logan had seen it almost immediately between them, but Scott, well, he'd taken his time in coming around to be honest with himself. Losing Jean had prompted that, but it had still been an uphill battle against the beast within that the mighty Cyclops fought to make disappear.
"I want…" Logan had strained with himself to reveal what it was that his instincts were telling him. Walking away was always the best option given what Logan knew about pain and suffering. Still with Scott at his side, he'd felt renewed, invincible and when he'd reached out to embrace Scott again, taking that step beyond friendship into something more with a simple caress, he'd hoped that Scott wouldn't refuse him.
"What?" Scott had asked in frustration, "What do you want from me Logan?"
"You Scott," Logan had confessed in a raw, guttural tone, his mouth moving in over Scott's in a whisper of a movement. Logan's fingers had swept tentatively into the smaller man's hair, teasing it gently in a movement that felt foreign from where he'd been in his life. However, in holding Scott and owning up to the desire that had guided him towards Jean's former love, Logan knew he couldn't stop. He'd kept going revealing a truth that he'd repressed for so very long, "I've always wanted you Scott. From the first moment I saw you…"
"Logan," Scott had been flushed, embarrassed by the realization, but more so behind his ruby glasses, Logan could sense a different kind of fire burning beneath the surface. It was the first time he'd witnessed Summers stepping out his environment, reveling in the element of honesty when Logan entered into dangerous territory with that first kiss. It had been one of many that followed, each escalating into more.
It was those kisses that had caused jealousy to reveal itself to Logan with the woman standing beside Scott, ready to lay her claim in the man Logan had realized he couldn't live without. Logan had tried to play it cool, but when Scott had introduced Logan to Wendy, Logan couldn't hide his distain for the ditzy, bubbling brunette at Scott's side. She was a representation of a life that had been far from the one that he and Scott had started with one another back at the school. Now deceptions and distance had placed a deeper wedge between them.
"Wendy," Scott cleared his throat uneasily, his fingers sliding to the back of her spine politely, "if you could just give my friend and I a moment…"
"My father's preparing to put together 'the speech'," she wrinkled her nose and groaned, but Logan could sense that she was anything, but disappointed about whatever it was that was ahead for her and Scott. Logan sensed that she wanted something more from Scott, something Scott hadn't been ready to offer himself. Logan was almost certain that they'd been lovers with Wendy's hold on Scott. If they hadn't been, it was clear Wendy had wanted to be. Logan was almost sure of that, but in facing that reality it felt like Jean all over again.
"I won't be long," Scott promised leaning over to place a small kiss on her cheek. The movement in itself caused Logan to want to tear the woman on Scott's arm to pieces. Still he said nothing.
"Alright," Wendy agreed with another rumble of laughter before stepping aside. "It's nice to meet you…"
"Logan," Logan had finished for her, reaching out to take her hand in his. He raised it to his lips, his eyes traveling beyond where Wendy stood to Scott. Although Wendy hadn't caught the path Logan's eyes had traveled, Scott had. It caused Scott to tug at his tie nervously.
"I won't be long," Scott repeated again, clearing his throat in an obvious attempt to regain his composure. Scott waved at Wendy with the sappy sweet grin of a boy scout as Logan couldn't help, but mock him.
"Wendy," Logan clucked his teeth, eyeing Scott's companion with an intense envy overtaking him, "she seems a bit familiar. Almost like…"
"Don't say it," Scott frowned turning around to face Logan fully.
"I thought you were dead Summers. We all did," Logan frowned refusing to acknowledge that part of him that had wanted to immerse himself in kissing Scott completely. It was then that he'd found himself overtaken with thoughts of claiming Scott all over again-of taking Scott into a backroom and reminding him of their passion until Scott collapsed overtaken by exhaustion. However, Logan refrained attempting a more civilized approach.
"I may as well be," Scott dropped his head shamefully, refusing to meet his former lover's eyes.
"Why would you say that?" Logan frowned sensing the despair in Scott's tone.
"Why do you think?" Scott asked harshly. He tipped his head up to meet Logan's concerned stare. It was then that reality had hit Logan. Never before had Logan gazed into those beautiful blue eyes he'd imagined for so very long. Never in their time together had Logan been able to cross that line into seeing their depths. The raw emotions running through Scott had been too much to bear as Logan realized he'd made a mistake. Scott had moved forward in a normal life-one devoid of the pain and anguish that had been present back at the school. He was 'normal' now and no one could take that from him…until Logan had arrived and selfishly wanted to pull Scott back into it all.
"I'm no use to anyone any longer," Scott turned away from Logan, his voice pained and broken. "I can't help anyone…"
"You don't believe that," Logan asserted taking a small step towards Scott. Even with Scott's back turned to him, Logan could still sense a great many conflicting emotions present in Scott. He was apprehensive, nervous, yet aroused in the ways he'd always been in the past when they were alone together.
"I can't be who I was before this happened," Scott replied dejectedly, "I can't go back to being who I was before I lost myself."
"I wasn't asking you to go back," Logan reached out to place his hand over Scott's arm gently, "I don't want to head back down that path again when all I want for us is to go forward."
"Forward?" Scott repeated with a bristling laugh. He turned around to face Logan fully, "How in the hell can we make that happen when you know as well as I do that like this I'm of no use to you? I can't make anything better and…"
"I'm not looking for you to make anything better. I came here tonight because I wanted you-because life without you wasn't one I was enjoying," Logan put it all out on the line, sounding like a blubbering fool in spite of his resolve to refrain from the same sappy sentimentalities that he'd mocked Scott for having in the past. Still with jealousy and resentment carrying over him, Logan dug the knife in deeper, "I know you don't love her. She might be oblivious to that, but I'm not. Just like I wasn't when you were with Jean…"
"Don't say it," Scott mouthed in a muted tone, "we can't go back to that when…"
"When what?" Logan stepped forward, not giving a damn about the eyes upon them. "When you just walked out of my life without so much as a goodbye because she was calling to you? Do you have any idea what I went through when you disappeared?"
"I'm sure I was replaceable," Scott stiffened, placing a distance between them with his words.
"If that's what you really think, then you can just crawl back under the rock Jean dragged you down into," Logan scoffed shaking his head at Scott while taking a step back.
"Logan," Scott curled his lip in protest.
"Save it!" Logan raised his hand in the air and scowled, "This was a mistake. A huge one!"
"Logan," Scott called out to him, but Logan refused to turn back. The monkey suit, the romantic, slobbering sentimentalities that Logan had carried with him-they were enough to make Logan question his own sanity. Sleeping with Scott in the past clearly had turned him into a sap and it was something Logan was going to change-starting now.
Slamming the door to the hotel room shut, Logan ripped the necktie from his throat. It had felt restrictive, suffocating even all the while he'd been wearing it and for what? What could he possibly have to gain in going to that damned party like a school girl hoping that the boy of her dreams would be paying her attention? It was pathetic, unrealistic and just plain silly. If anyone else could see him now, they would've been disappointed. They would've laughed and rolled their eyes to see the great Wolverine parading around the town attempting to strike the fancy of the new, reformed Scott Summers. So what if Logan enjoyed taking him to bed? So what if Logan had become addicted to his touch? It didn't matter because it was purely animalistic insanity. From the taste of Scott's skin to the way it felt to be inside the straight laced, good guy back at the school it should've been a purely physical rush, but somewhere in the process Logan developed the kind of feelings he'd fought like hell to avoid and…
"Damn it all," Logan cursed under his breath, kicking off the ridiculous shoes he'd picked up for the evening out. They were painful, a sign of a world that he wasn't eager to be a part of any longer. The 'normal' people had their traditions, but he was tired of playing the game. He didn't need that any longer as he had his anger-his memories and…
"Scott," a voice blurted out in the back of his throat. While Logan had been having his own pity party, he wasn't paying attention to his senses. It was very unlike him, but now that he could sense his former lover's presence in the room, he couldn't help, but stand taller offering up his full attention to Scott's arrival.
"You don't really give a man time to explain himself, do you Logan?" Scott shook his head with heavy disapproval. Closing the hotel room door behind him that Logan hadn't bothered to lock, Scott took a bold step towards Logan, his soulful blue eyes revealing their amusement along with the flicker of the long, dark lashes Logan hadn't ever experienced before tonight.
"I figured Wendy might need you to share a dance, hold her purse or even share a nightcap," Logan blurted out in a mocking tone. It was too harsh, too agitated for Scott not to pick up on the jealousy.
"Wendy's safe," Scott conceded lowering his head shamefully, "and it's not what you think."
"Just like Jean wasn't either, right?" Logan rolled his eyes at Scott's proclamation.
"Logan, that's not the same," Scott couldn't help but frown in response, "If you had any idea what was really going on, then you'd see that…"
"You've moved on. You're the true all American boy scout now. I get it Scott. Good for you," Logan turned his back to Scott, refusing to meet his lover's eyes again with the jilted heart Logan had been toting around with him.
"Logan, you didn't give me a chance to explain myself. I wasn't expecting to see you or anyone else ever again after things changed. I wasn't me anymore and this life is what I had to work with. Tonight what you saw is…" Scott opened his mouth in protest, attempting to defend his actions.
"Hey that's great. You've moved on. I hope you enjoy it," Logan interrupted throwing his hands up in the air, "Guess you've got all you were every hoping for in your life with the white picket fence and…"
"That's not fair," Scott frowned up at him. "You have no idea what I've been through."
"Only because you couldn't pick up a phone and tell me you were still alive," Logan lashed out at him, unable to repress the raw, animalistic rage that he'd kept deep inside after Scott's 'death'.
"What was I supposed to say to everyone? That I was still around, but I wasn't the same?" Scott brought his hand up to his face, "Do you have any idea how much this has changed things for me?"
"It looks like it's panning out rather well given that Wendy is all over you more than that overpriced monkey suit, which looks ridiculous by the way," Logan grumbled under his breath. Walking across the room he tried to place a distance between him and Scott in the hope of gaining clarity and insight on his thoughts.
"I happen to like it," Scott mouthed stubbornly. He reached out to adjust the lapel on his suit jacket with a huff, "It's a great cut and feel and…never mind…"
"Why are you here Scott?" Logan cut straight to the point.
"Don't you know why?" Scott replied with a wounded expression overtaking his soft, handsome features.
"I'm not a mind reader," Logan rolled his eyes at Scott in an attempt to be distant, "so why don't you get back to the point?"
"Fine," Scott's face stubbornly curled up in a tight scowl, "I'm here because you were out of line before. You shouldn't have ran out on me like you did. You should've given me a chance to…"
"To what?" Logan challenged folding his strong, solid arms over his broad muscular chest, "To beg me to pretend that there was never any kind of past worth remembering between us?"
"Is that what you think I was trying to say to you?" Scott's eyes widened with surprise. "And here you used to say I was the one who was completely clueless Logan. You'd think with your instincts you'd see that I was…"
"What Scott?" Logan challenged seeing Scott take a tentative move towards him.
"I didn't want you to see me like this. I didn't want you to know that I was…broken," Scott's hand rose up to his left cheek once again. There was another pained expression behind the deep, blue eyes Logan was still adjusting to. Scott started to turn away. Shame carried over Scott, immersing him in the scent of despair when Logan reached out to him.
"You're not broken, you're beautiful Summers," Logan mouthed taking a step forward and cupping Scott's face in his hands. "I know that this couldn't have been easy for you, but…"
"But what?" Scott questioned, revealing the tears that were glistening in his eyes. "I spent years in self-loathing wishing I could control it…at other times wishing that it was gone. Hell, maybe I brought this on myself with all my foolish thoughts, but…"
"This wasn't your fault," Logan softened his tone, refusing to allow Scott to disappear behind the walls he'd built up to surround himself with in their time apart.
"The hell it isn't," Scott pulled away, unable to accept Logan's comforting, "I brought this on myself. I fell into the trap. How can you look at me in seeing all that I've lost? All that we lost because I was foolish and didn't realize that I was being manipulated into leaving…"
"None of us realized what was happening," Logan sighed thinking about the horrible outcome with Jean's reemergence as Phoenix. "We were all blind to the truth…"
"I never should've left that morning," Scott's face dropped with sadness, "We never should've parted ways on such bad terms. You and I had so much to say to one another and when I kept the truth about the nightmares from you…"
"I knew you'd come to me when the time was right," Logan softened his tone, knowing that even now Summers brought out something in him that he hadn't ever felt in his life. Yes, maybe there were things that were still hazy, but Summers was the first person who made him want to keep from returning to search for his past. With Summers things were peaceful, almost serene in a world of chaos and…
"She played me Logan. She pushed herself into my mind distorting my thoughts and…" Scott choked up on his emotions. Turning away from Logan, Scott wrapped his arms around his own lean muscular form tightly, "I'm broken and this time there's no fixing me."
"I don't want to fix you," Logan stepped forward, unable to refrain from sliding his arms around Scott's streamlined waist. It was a bold, brazen movement, but despite his anger, Logan couldn't bear the thought of Scott leaving his life again. Squeezing his muscular arms tightly around Scott's torso, Logan leaned forward and pressed a kiss upon the top of Scott's head, "I just wanted to be with you."
"I'm not the man I was before," Scott confessed in a shivering exhale, his blue eyes fluttering to a close. He sank back into Logan's chest, welcoming the embrace between them after so much time spent away from one another. Silently, Scott brought his hand in over Logan's in a soft press. Tracing the tips of Logan's fingers, Scott let out a long sigh he'd been holding for longer than he'd cared to admit.
"Neither am I," Logan confessed tightening his grip around Scott's Armani covered form. It was a more upscale shift from the uptight attire that Scott had been fond of back at the school, but at the same time it was sophisticated and sexy in all the right ways even if Logan had mocked him. Just the scent of the exotic mixture of Scott's cologne and the essence of him was too much, too hard to resist when Logan nuzzled his nose against the side of Scott's neck. The gesture was far more intimate then Logan had intended, but in hearing the breath escape in a hot rush of wind from Scott's ever so kissable lips, Logan realized Scott still felt it too.
Remembering the past Logan bit down on Scott's earlobe causing a low rumble of a whimper to rise in the back of Scott's throat. It was all the encouragement that Logan needed to slide his hand up over the center of Scott's chest. Logan could feel the smaller man beside him, heart pounding furiously in his chest and in that moment Logan realized he'd never wanted Scott more. Scott was igniting his senses with lust, sending spikes of desire coursing through Logan's veins simply with his presence. It was too strong, too powerful for them to have denied it in the past, yet in experiencing the rush of desire all over again, Logan feared it wouldn't be enough. Holding Scott like this wouldn't satisfy him. It wouldn't satiate his hunger until Summers was his completely.
Logan pushed his thumb in underneath Scott's tie, to fumble with one of the buttons on Scott's tuxedo shirt. It stubbornly refused to cooperate with Logan's fingers denying him the contact he'd wanted with Scott's skin. Frowning Logan took in a breath and pulled his hand away from Scott's chest. He could sense Scott tensing up at the absence of contact between them, but it didn't last long. Allowing the claws to reveal themselves for the first time in a while, Logan pressed the tip of one over the front of Scott's chest. Logan hesitated momentarily sensing Scott's heart rate speeding up again. Saying nothing Logan shifted his wrist with a quick flick, digging the tip of his claw over the tuxedo shirt in a lightening quick movement. Logan could see in the mirror across the room that with little effort he'd been able to fix the problem he was having with Scott's shirt. It shredded into tattered pieces almost immediately upon contact.
"I never slept with Wendy," Scott sighed keeping his eyes closed tightly. His chest rose and fell with the weight of his emotions, not bothering to hide his reaction to Logan's proximity. Biting down on his lip, Scott fought to contain his natural response to Logan's fingers running across the smoothness of his bare chest. "I couldn't."
"Why?" Logan growled bringing one hand up over the back of Scott's head. Logan's fingers twisted and coiled through the thick, brunette locks, twining their softness in his grip just enough to tug Scott's head back further. The movement exposed Scott's neck to Logan more completely, leaving him room to mark Scott all over again.
"Because I could never fall in love with anyone else," Scott half breathed, half whimpered, his lower lip quivering in realization, "especially not when my heart's always been with you."
"Jean would've argued that point," Logan jabbed thinking about the source of tension between them long before their worlds crashed in opposite directions.
"I never felt for her what I feel for you," Scott's eyelids snapped open. His blue eyes gazed into the mirror with such an intensity that Logan had anticipated what might've happened to him had Scott still been with his powers. Still with one look Logan knew Scott could burn him alive from within guided by his passion. The control was steadily slipping and with gritted teeth behind his words, Scott pressed back further into Logan's chest, "but you already knew that."
"I did," Logan nodded leaning forward to taking in the crisp, clean scent of Scott's aftershave. It was so prim and proper much like the man that Logan had seduced long ago. It revealed a layer that most of the world hadn't been able to penetrate with Summers, but burning beneath the surface…well beyond the exterior lay the heart of a man as primitive as Logan himself-desperate and longing for the same need for release and companionship.
Allowing his teeth to graze Scott's earlobe, Logan bit down in a harsh tug, returning to the same intensity that he and Scott had shared in the past. The movement caused Scott to whimper slightly, his body tensing up for a moment, but it soon passed when Logan's large hand centered in over the front of Scott's slacks. A harsh whisper of a curse carried over Scott's lips when Logan caressed him, holding and stroking his index finger over Scott's hardening length.
"Damn it," Scott hissed closing his eyes again, this time straining to keep control of his focus when Logan's teeth pressed into the smooth, sinewy texture of warm Scott's shoulder.
With arms enveloping Scott, Logan tore the shirt from Scott's body, not bothering with slow and subtle in his seduction. He wanted Summers and nothing was going to change that. The only remedy for the affliction Logan had carried around with him for so very long was to succumb to it-to delve into his lust head on and return to poetic words and whatever nonsensical phrases Summers was carrying around with him later. Squeezing his arms around Scott tighter then before, Logan took the lead, guiding Summers over towards the bed.
"Logan," Scott hissed his name in half protest, half longing. Scott staggered in his movements uncertain about the level of compliance he was offering up to Logan, but ultimately lust overtook logic.
Standing up taller, Scott put up a futile resistance, puffing his chest out and sliding his arms down at his sides. Logan could've sworn there was another curse word coming from Scott's mouth, but it was soon replaced with Scott's arms surrounding Logan. Their mouths met in a fury, tongues tangling with frantic hunger. Scott's nails scratched over Logan's shoulders, tearing at the suit jacket Logan was still wearing. It fell to the floor in a much more redeeming fashion than Scott's shirt had ended up in. Still it wasn't enough…it couldn't be when Logan realized Scott was still half dressed before him. The lines of Scott's chest were smooth and muscular, leading to a streamlined ripple of his abdomen. His slacks hung prudishly high over his hips reminding Logan of Scott's repressed nature. He laughed inwardly before reaching out to tug on the top of Scott's trousers.
"Let's get you out of these," Logan suggested in a growl, his hands returning to the belt that kept Scott from Logan's greedy, ravenous eyes. Logan leaned forward kissing Scott's shoulder, teeth and tongue imprinting Scott's body with the same message that had been there time and time again in the past.
"You're mine," Logan's actions were saying beyond mere words.
"I know," Scott's body responded when Scott's fingers tangled up into Logan's hair commanding his mouth for another erotic kiss.
Their lips collided, tongues dueling in a frenzy, wild and brash, untamed and uninhibited when Logan pushed Scott down onto the bed. If Logan hadn't been certain he'd enjoyed Scott before, then tonight had only proven that wanting him was only a small part of the fire. It was temptation in itself that had prompted Logan to make a bold move in approaching Scott at the party, but it was lust that had him possessed with a need to have Scott again and again.
"Wait," Scott pulled back from the kiss, severing the ties between them. Worry flashed behind the blue eyes that Logan was still attempting to adjust to. They were remarkable, much like the skies back in Canada on a clear winter day. They were angelic and soulful, yet there was something Logan hadn't read before-doubt.
"What is it?" Logan frowned, a groan carrying over him when Scott wiggled beneath him on the blankets.
"It's just…" Scott bit down on his lip nervously, "I'm not…"
"Not what?" Logan questioned reaching out to trace his thumb over the bottom of Scott's kiss swelled lower lip.
"The same," Scott met his eyes in warning. "I'm weaker and…"
"I'll be gentle," Logan promised dipping down to kiss Scott tentatively.
"No you won't," Scott's words buzzed against Logan's mouth, knowing only too well of the insatiable desire that Logan carried with him. It was an intensity that was unmatched by any other when they were together. Scott's perfectly manicured nails scratched lightly at Logan's scalp, urging Logan to meet his gaze again. Scott lowered his voice, a timid hint of his concerns and desires laced into one, "and I wouldn't want you to be either. It's not who you are."
"I won't lose control," Logan nuzzled his nose against the side of Scott's neck. "If that's what you're afraid of…"
"I'm not afraid," Scott sighed heavily, his arms enveloping Logan urgently, "just different…"
"We can work with different," Logan pulled back just enough to see the apprehension carrying over Scott. Unable to resist the urge, Logan reached for Scott's nipple between his thumb and index finger. He offered up a playful pinch watching Scott's lower lip quiver with delight, "Besides, things haven't changed all that much."
"Maybe not," Scott conceded writhing on the blankets beneath Logan. It was in the slow, subtle movement that Logan was suddenly returning his awareness to the most primitive part of Cyclops that Logan had known very well. It was the key to Scott's true nature, revealing the beast that had been buried under layers of repressed mannerisms for years. Smiling inwardly, Logan stretched his arm out, retracting his claws again only to see Scott's blue eyes widen nervously.
"No more distances between us," Logan mouthed splitting the leather of the belt at Scott's waist. He sliced through the material, sending the belt buckle across the bed before leaning forward to take Scott's nipple into his mouth. His teeth grazed over Scott's chest, causing Scott to cry out, his hips rising up off of the mattress into Logan's abdomen.
"God," Scott hissed in an agonized groan. His hips raised higher, allowing Logan to slice the slacks from his body, taking his boxers with the movement. Seconds later Scott was naked and vulnerable anticipating Logan's next move.
A damp press of a kiss centered in over Scott's abdomen. Butterflies began to dance within Scott's stomach, bringing him to an uncomfortable tension, tight and longing for the loss of self control.
"You've been working out," Logan attempted to tease, seeing the way Scott stiffened beneath him. Logan flicked his tongue across the modest ripple of abdomen before him, claws retracting in order for his fingers to slide over Scott's bare thigh.
"Don't start mocking me," Scott groaned outwardly, catching the playfulness in Logan's voice.
"I wasn't," Logan promised, his tongue tracing over Scott's naval before his hand cupped and held Scott's growing manhood.
"Jesus," Scott's pinched hiss fell from his lips, in a soft struggle with logic and passion.
"You're feeling rather religious tonight, aren't you?" Logan teased again, knowing only too well he was going to enjoy seeing Scott lose all control again. "Then again it was always out of this world when we stopped fighting long enough to simply indulge in one another."
"It's been too long," Scott breathed hungrily, his mouth opening in a labored breath.
"It has," Logan ran his fingers over Scott's length, sliding up and down, circling tighter in an attempt to build a friction with the movement. Scott complied with Logan's touch, hips rising up to create a warm contrast to Logan's hold on him.
"Too long," Scott managed to get out in a sharp hiss, his fingers stretching out onto the blankets beyond where he was pinned down beneath Logan.
"Indeed," Logan agreed kissing Scott's abdomen once more before pressing a kiss over Scott's thigh. He felt Scott shiver with anticipation, but it paled in comparison to the whimper that rocked over Scott's form when Logan took Scott into his mouth, drawing the solid heat of arousal from within. He lashed at Scott's length, tasting the sweet, tortured rush of repressed desire surging through Scott's body. With each flick of his tongue, every teasing taste he took upon Scott, Logan felt Scott's hips buck upward struggling to control his eagerness. It was all so desperate, so reckless and when Logan pushed the limits further, wrapping his hands on Scott's hips to slow Scott down, Logan knew it wouldn't last long if he continued at such a reckless pace.
"Patience," Logan murmured pulling back to see Scott's tortured expression. There was sweat on his brow, his teeth were gritted, fingers twisting the comforter tighter than ever and suddenly Logan knew he himself wouldn't be able to hold out much longer with such an erotic visual before him. He could lavish Summers with his attention for hours in the past, but tonight he wanted something more-something more profound for them. Rising up on his knees Logan pushed himself off of the bed, discarding the slacks he'd grown to despise. They'd been too restrictive, too binding and with Scott writhing and whimpering on the bed before him, he knew they'd only be a hindrance to his plans for the night.
"That's asking a lot," Scott spat out, his eyes snapping to Logan once again. His face was flushed with lust, eyes twisted with longing at the sight of Logan's fully aroused body, his lips parted with desire and aching for a release.
"You wouldn't expect anything less out of me," Logan returned to the bed again, reaching for Scott's leg. Logan pulled it up from the blanket, twisting it high around his hip, causing Scott to rise up off of the bed in a primitive thrust. Scott's other leg pushed himself upward towards Logan causing their bodies to collide again. Logan felt Scott's hardened length bounce involuntary against his abdomen and Logan smirked.
"Very nice," Logan caressed him again, watching Scott grind and writhe up towards him. Sliding his hand over Scott's cheek, Logan moved his fingers to Scott's lower lip, watching as Scott's tongue flicked over the tip of Logan's index finger drawing it into his mouth. Logan smirked feeling the warmth of Summers eager mouth surround him all over again after a lengthy absence, "it seems some things haven't changed after all."
Scott merely whimpered, a small grunt of acknowledgement when Logan's hand circled around Scott's body, squeezing and cupping the perfectly toned bottom that Logan had admired for a very long time. How good it felt to be buried inside of Scott. It was one of the few things Logan found himself looking very forward to in life once they'd connected before. Now it was the only thing that Logan could focus on with temptation before him. Scott dug the bottom of his foot into Logan's spine, pushing into Logan's back in silent urging.
"I want you," Logan revealed dipping down to kiss Scott again tenderly. It was a change from what they'd been accustomed to with one another, but it had been too long.
"I want you too," Scott breathed, spelling out his eagerness to return to Logan-to be his again.
Taking in a breath Logan pushed his finger over the curve of Scott's perfectly shaped bottom, feeling Scott tense up in anticipation. Their eyes connected and Logan pulled back just enough to see Scott's face twist with concentration. It was all that Logan needed to push further, driving his slick index finger past Scott's comfort zone into a place where Logan knew only too well how to bend Scott to his bidding. Scott cried out, tensing up around Logan. His body tightened and twisted in protest, refusing the reckless invasion Logan had pressed upon him. In the past Scott had reveled in bliss over such a untamed approach, but today was different. He seemed distanced, caught up in something different altogether when Logan pushed in further causing Scott to whimper all over again.
"Fuck," Scott cried out behind gritted teeth. He turned his head to the side attempting to ignore the rush of heat that carried over him with Logan's movement from within.
"It'll feel like old times soon," Logan promised sliding up to kiss the side of Scott's neck, hoping to distract Scott long enough for Logan to work himself up to stirring up that hot spot buried deep inside of Scott.
"I know," Scott nodded burying the side of his face in the blankets. He kept his eyes closed tightly, his breath uneven and restricted with Logan pressing in over him.
"Hey," Logan whispered bringing one hand up over the side of Scott's face, coaxing Scott to meet his eyes again. Again, it was a subtle difference, but in seeing the blue depths before him carried away by nervousness and passion, Logan felt the encouragement to continue his movements within Scott. He dipped down kissing Scott tenderly, drinking up the small sounds of discomfort when another exploratory finger thrust into Scott. Logan stilled himself seeing the sweat on Scott's brow before Logan slid in deeper, feeling Scott's body welcome him back after the involuntary absence between them.
"I want this Logan," Scott blurted out raggedly, his blue eyes fixated on Logan's in an attempt to prove himself, to not back down from what they'd entered into with one another. Scott's thighs squeezed around Logan's body tighter, pulling Logan in closer for another rush of eagerness.
"I know you do," Logan whispered dipping down to kiss Scott again, this time with a bit more conviction behind his movements. He continued to open Scott up, dipping and teasing Scott until the tension faded away, returning to the beginnings of bliss between them. With one hand firmly wrapped around Scott's straining sex, Logan thought of his own needs-of his own desires to be with Scott. He'd been cautious and tentative in response to Scott's hesitation, but now Logan knew he wouldn't be able to pretend it was enough. His own length was aching, hard and ready for a release between them. Pulling back ever so slightly, Logan let out a small growl, reaching down to draw Scott up off of the bed possessively.
"Do it," Scott instructed as if he'd read Logan's thoughts. Scott's hips curved upward ever so slightly, inviting Logan within. As Logan felt his walls of control crashing down around him, he didn't bother to refuse. Pushing forward Logan positioned himself, taking in a breath before thrusting into Scott's waiting body. The movement caused Scott to buck beneath him, head twisting back on the pillows. Scott's eyes were pinched shut, his mouth gaping and a shallow pant overtaking him as they were together as one.
"Look at me," Logan commanded driving in deeper then before, "Scott."
"Logan I'm…." Scott found the strength to open his eyes again, to see the intensity of Logan over him.
"You're beautiful Summers," Logan mouthed affectionately dipping down to kiss Scott's lips again. Logan's kisses tapered off over Scott's forehead, to his sculpted cheekbones, pressing over his eyelids until finally Logan kissed Scott's mouth again lovingly.
"I love you," Scott whispered in a small breath, his words barely audible when his arms wrapped around Logan desperately, "I have for so long."
"I love you too," Logan confessed feeling the words fall freely from his heart despite his rough exterior. It wasn't what he'd intended to say, but now with Scott holding onto him, accepting him completely, Logan knew there wasn't any other word for it. Love was the only logical explanation.
Kissing Scott again, Logan began to move within, creating a rhythm between them. It started off with a slow burn, building with each passing second, tender as Logan had promised Scott earlier. Logan had wanted to rush, wanted to give into the beast, but seeing the vulnerability behind Scott's blue eyes, Logan refused to chance it. With every caress, every stroke upon Scott's skin, every thrust into Scott's body, Logan took great liberties to build the intensity, arousing Scott's senses until finally Scott's fingers sank into Logan's shoulder desperately.
"Please," Scott begged, bucking up against Logan in a wild, wanton writhe, "just…"
"I know," Logan gritted his teeth and drove forward, increasing the pressure and volume of his thrusts, burying himself in Scott again and again until finally Scott began to twitch and convulse on the bed beneath Logan, his body carried over by a hot, shattering release. Logan felt the warmth over his abdomen, indicating Scott's climax, but it wasn't enough. It couldn't be enough until Logan himself had lost all control. Pushing harder then before, increasing the pace and moving faster, deeper, Logan groaned forgetting himself for a moment when his climax approached. He released Scott's face, hands stretching out, fanning over the blankets in unrestrained longing, knowing that bliss would soon follow, but it wasn't until a final thrust sent Logan over the edge spilling himself into Scott that he realized how far he'd gone.
"Logan," Scott called out breathlessly attempting to pull Logan from the moment, but it was no use. Bliss crashed down over Logan, taking him to new heights, finally home again with the man he loved. It was everything he'd longed for, everything he'd dreamt about again and again, but when Scott let out a pinched howl Logan realized something was wrong.
"Scott," Logan's eyes widened in horror when he noticed blood on the blanket beneath him. He pulled back seeing Scott's hand impaled on the mattress with Logan's claw buried in the center of it, pinning him down on the bed. Logan immediately tore himself away from Scott, doing his best to retract his claw now that Scott was bleeding before him, "shit."
"It's okay," Scott attempted to make light of the situation when Logan shuffled off of the bed onto the floor. Scott sat up straighter, seeking out something to help with the bleeding.
"No, it's not," Logan frowned attempting to regain his composure. He pulled himself up off of the floor and approached Scott tentatively. "Let me take a look at it."
"It's fine," Scott replied bouncing off of the bed, opting to head to the bathroom in a rush of pained nervousness.
"No, it can't be," Logan mouthed to himself realizing that in his frenzy, he hadn't considered Scott's being a victim of his release. In the past they'd been careful with the claws, certain to avoid them getting in the way as Scott's reflexes were always dead on in control at the top of his game, yet Scott wasn't the same. He'd warned Logan of that, but Logan had foolishly discarded the notion in the name of lust. He'd found freedom in his passion and it had sliced through Scott's palm creating agony. Guilt licked at Logan's body, knowing only too well what lack of caution could do for anyone he was with. Hurting Scott hadn't been a part of the plan for the night, but now that he had, Logan felt like hell.
"Scott, look I'm sorry," Logan staggered over to the bathroom, hoping to do what he could to help Scott out in the situation. He approached the door, preparing to say something more when Logan was suddenly aware of the stale odor accompanying the blood that sprayed across the mirror.
"Logan, I think that I need…" Scott staggered spinning around to see Logan standing before him. Scott had a red stained towel wrapped tightly around his hand, keeping it clenched tighter with each shaky movement he made forward. Scott's lips flapped open like a fish out of water, his movements jerky and uneasy when a gasp carried over him, "…hospital."
"Scott!" Logan called out when Scott fell to the ground collapsing in a rush of agony. Fearing the worst Logan bent down realizing Scott had passed out. Without hesitation Logan scooped Scott into his arms, holding him tight against his chest and doing what he could to help Scott before it was too late!
