A gasp expelled from Scott's lips when his eyes snapped open only to discover himself surrounded by darkness. He strained to seek out any clue to where he was, but in a matter of moments he realized he'd been shielded from that answer to his unspoken question when he discovered that there was some kind of dark colored material placed over his eyes. He shifted attempting to pull himself out of the situation, but much to his surprise and dismay he realized he was secured to the bed he was laying on. His wrists were bound by a cold, metallic grip that he suspected belonged to tight fitting handcuffs while his legs were tied to the bottom of the bed, spread out and taut against the sheet when a flash of panic overtook him. Struggling to remember what had happened after his attack, he tried to retake his steps in his mind seeking out any kind of clue to help him understand how he'd gotten into this precarious situation so that he could get out of it.
"I left Ginger and then…" he pondered silently when there was a shift in the room around him. Even without the luxury of his eyes he could hear the heavy footsteps on the carpet moving in closer to him once his captor must've realized he'd awakened. For an instant Scott lay motionless frozen in his moment of sensory depravation as he pondered just what his captor had in store for him. He took in a shallow inhale listening and marking the sounds of the movement as he strongly suspected the person in the room with him was to his left. He waited, listening and gathering details when the room fell to silence again.
"So they're watching me," Scott thought to himself when he lay against the bed in stillness, "They're trying to gauge my reactions, but what they don't know is that I'll find a way out of this."
Stiffening Scott waited wondering if his captor would find the courage to spell out his or her agenda. However, when silence lingered in the room between them leaving Scott little detail of who was with him or where he was exactly, he found his impatience getting the best of him. With a twist of his head, he turned towards the last sound that had been made in the room and scowled at his captor.
"Are you just going to stand there all day staring at me or are you going to say something?" he questioned defiantly. He puffed his chest out when the realization hit him that he was shirtless. That wasn't something he'd anticipated as he twisted his legs again only to discover that the tight leather pants he'd encased himself in earlier were now open and unzipped when the sound of movement carried across the carpet once again. With a gulp Scott tried to follow the sound, to remember how he'd allowed his senses to guide him out of trouble in the past before his mutation had been ripped away from him. Taking in a breath he heard the movements stop once again when the person watching him settled in at the bottom of the bed clearly standing close and watching him.
"Who sent you?" Scott questioned when he was met by silence. He twisted on the blankets unable to make much of a movement when he felt a dip on the bed beside him, "What do you want?"
Again no answer. Scott waited trying to gauge the situation when he felt the warmth of someone seated beside him. He stiffened trying to play it cool and even, but when he felt a leather encased gloved hand move in over the center of his chest he involuntarily tensed up.
"You like to play games, don't you?" a hoarse, low whisper questioned when Scott felt warmth carry over his cheek. His captor was within his reach just inches above his head when Scott turned towards the source of the sound. He could take in the faint scent of breath mints meant to cover up the cigar odor as the gloved hand pushed down over his abdomen in a rough, unyielding movement. The other hand squeezed at his cheekbones, pushing deep into his grooved, sculpted features when Scott let out a tiny wince. Defiantly he raised his chin as if to meet his captor's eyes through the darkness that surrounded him.
"No more than you like to," he mouthed dryly when the hand stretched out below his naval with invasive fingers sliding into his open leather pants.
"I don't like being lied to," the voice snarled when the fingers curled around Scott's body, cold and commanding in the leather encasing when Scott twisted against the touch. He bit down on his lower lip feeling his body growing harder against his captor's urgings when he closed his eyes behind the blindfold he was wearing.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Scott feigned innocence as the reasoning behind his capture became clearer. Uncomfortable he shifted on the bed feeling the grip around his body bringing him further from fear to arousal when familiarity overtook him. Even with the attempts at shielding himself Scott wasn't an idiot. He'd been able to detect his presence from the weight he carried with him on the bed before his familiar hold on Scott had driven Scott to distraction in his agitation.
"Liar," the voice taunted when Scott felt his hold on Scott's body lessen. A moment later his fingers were gripping at Scott's chest, twisting at his nipple in an angry tug when Scott let out an involuntary groan.
"Why are you doing this James?" Scott questioned returning to the role he'd played the night before. He forced a small smile attempting to come off as the cool and casual companion he'd offered up to Logan the night before, "I hope you aren't sour about the way I left this morning. I was planning on calling you again."
"My ass," Logan snarled releasing him in order to extend his claws. Scott could hear the sound, could remember the way it felt to have them over him, touching his body with such slow and tentative movements that it had caused his heart to still in his chest. Now as Logan sat beside him Scott waited with baited breath contemplating and listening when there was a small flash of movement that sent the blindfold to pieces on the bed beside his head. It took a few minutes for his eyes to adjust, but when they did Scott knew full well he'd achieved his earlier goal in pissing Logan off.
"So are you going to start talking now or will I have to find other means of getting you to tell me the truth?" Logan questioned giving Scott the opportunity to drop his cover, but Scott remained firm knowing of what was ahead of him.
"I was going to call you," Scott feigned innocence once again, "but not until I gave it some time. I didn't want to come off as being too clingy when…"
His words were brought to an abrupt end when Logan's hand returned to his arousal again. He used his thumb and index finger to push at the opening in Scott's pants, to drag them down further over his hips so that Scott was fully exposed in his eagerness. Before he could say anything Logan's palm sheathed him again, making him harder as Scott gulped down to fight from moaning.
"Start talking Slim," Logan commanded ceasing movement as he held Scott in his palm, "What are you really doing here?"
"Slim?" Scott wrinkled his nose at Logan, "I have no idea what you're…"
"Liar," Logan asserted resuming in the long, drawn out strokes he'd initiated over Scott's body. The movement in itself in combination with the leather that covered Logan's fingers was enough to cause Scott to cry out and twist against his restraints when moisture pooled at the tip of his arousal. Having noticed Logan circled the tip with his thumb, taking his time to torture Scott as his body twitched. His heart hammered in his chest giving away the desire that had rocked him down to his core with the familiarity of Logan's touch.
"Look, I was just seeking out a good time last night," Scott raised his chin up to meet Logan's disbelieving eyes, "I know it was a little intense for us and all, but…"
"Stop mind fucking me Scott," Logan squeezed at Scott's arousal once again, this time bringing forth an unpleasant sense of menace when his grip shifted deeper into Scott's pants to squeeze at his sensitive sacs. The movement was enough to make Scott realize Logan had meant business, yet with his mission at hand, Scott expelled a harsh breath and twisted his head up to meet Logan's eyes again.
"All you had to do was ask and I'd gladly go another round with you James," Scott groaned when Logan's touch grew more invasive before releasing him. His fingers stretched out further, pushing against Scott's thigh when Scott gulped down harder than before.
"Oh we'll go another round, but how much you enjoy it depends on the level of honesty you're about to offer me," Logan replied with menace carrying over his tone when his claws extended again. This time he redirected his attention to the leather pants.
Silently Scott watched as the tip of Logan's claw dragged down over his thigh with skilled precision of a surgeon slicing the thick material along the way. He cut down Scott's thigh, stopping just above his knee when his eyes sought out Scott's again.
"The choice is yours," Logan warned when his hand moved to the other leg to repeat the pattern he'd initiated over the leather.
"Look man I know that I was a bit forward last night, but you really don't have to…" Scott stopped himself when Logan's claws retracted. He half expected Logan to snarl and toss a few more words at him, but instead he simply released the tie around Scott's legs and reached for Scott's hip. In a flash Scott was face forward uncomfortably twisted against the sheets, handcuffed and spread out with Logan over him. He felt Logan reach for his hips again, pulling him up to a kneeling position on the mattress.
"I want answers Scott," Logan's words warned sharply, "Start talking."
"I'm not in the mood to talk," Scott answered behind gritted teeth only to receive a slap to the right side of his bottom with Logan's gloved hand. The movement caught him off guard causing him to buck forward only to have Logan reach for his hips to pull him back into position.
"That's too bad, but I've got methods of dealing with that," Logan promised striking his bottom again with more force behind it. The movement caused Scott to shudder caught up in a moment of pain and arousal all at once when Logan pushed his thumb up against Scott's opening. He traced it momentarily causing Scott to think of all the lust filled moments they'd shared the night before. It was enough to cause him to lick his lips when Logan struck his bottom once again, "I'm just warming up."
"I don't have anything to say," Scott answered stubbornly while twisting at his wrists in the handcuffs. Looking up he could see they were turning red caught up in the feel of their restrictive hold on him when he heard Logan shuffling behind him.
"I don't like being lied to Scott," Logan snarled. There was another movement behind Scott causing him to tense up when Logan tossed his glove up to the pillow beside where Scott was kneeling. He looked down realizing what Logan had done just in time to feel Logan's fingers come crashing down against his bare flesh. The skin to skin contact made Scott yelp, surprised by the fury behind Logan's movement.
"Fuck," Scott cursed preparing to tell Logan to go to hell when Logan's suddenly slick finger pushed against Scott's opening once again. Groaning Scott lowered his head and fought to refrain from rocking back against Logan's touch when Logan's finger teased him, gently dipping inside of him before withdrawing again.
"Talk to me Scott," Logan ordered causing Scott to bite down on his lip in an attempt to keep his silence when Logan's free hand wrapped around Scott's hips to capture his heavy, eager arousal suddenly brought to full attention by Logan's abrasive touch.
"You like this Slim?" Logan's amusement carried over his tone, guiding him to resume in pushing his finger inside of Scott, sliding it in and out, twisting and persistent until another finger followed, "Does it remind you of all those times in the Danger Room when I had you pinned down and begging for more?"
"Danger Room?" Scott repeated fighting against his natural instincts to give in to temptation with Logan, "What's that?"
"You know what that is," Logan mouthed disapprovingly.
"No James, I really have no idea what you're talking about. Is that some kind of codename for a sexual fantasy of yours that you want to explore because if it is, then…oh God…" Scott panted causing Logan to stop moving inside of him.
"Stop that," Logan frowned withdrawing from inside of Scott again. This time his agitation was met with a snarl when his hand came crashing down over Scott's bottom each time harder than the last.
"Please…" Scott found himself whimpering in spite of himself when his body was filled with warmth. He closed his eyes feeling a heaviness between his thighs when his arousal strained against his abdomen hard and eager for more stimulation as Logan continued to strike him. The combination of pleasure and pain was unexpectedly arousing, taking Scott further from their discussion to lust and desire when he groaned outwardly, "Logan…"
"What was that?" Logan questioned with an air of amusement in his tone.
"Stop," Scott panted knowing that his control was waning when Logan squeezed the right side of his bottom, pinching him with enough force to cause him to groan, "stop teasing me and just fuck me already."
"Fuck you?" Logan repeated realizing he'd gotten the upper hand in their situation, "Why should I?"
"Because you know you want to," Scott mouthed desperately, "Because you know that you need this almost as much as I do."
"Why is that Scott?" Logan questioned bringing his slick fingers back to Scott's eager opening once again.
"Because I've missed you," Scott relented giving up the rouse that he'd struggled to hold onto, "Because we both know that last night and this morning simply wasn't enough."
"You're damn right it wasn't," Logan agreed removing his fingers and positioning himself behind Scott. He reached down for his own thick, aching arousal guiding it to Scott's tight heat. He breathed in holding onto it for a moment before slamming forward into Scott in a wild, possessive movement. The force caused Scott to buck forward, stretched out and aching as Logan's fingers curled around Scott's hip in an uncharacteristically loving press, "and it's not going to be either. I'm not losing you again Slim."
"I'm not going anywhere," Scott promised feeling Logan still inside of him, simply savoring their connection as Logan's thumb eased over Scott's spine again.
"Not without me you aren't," Logan assured him with a snarl before gripping Scott's hips in a commanding motion, "Whatever it is you think you've got planned here you aren't doing it without me. Are we clear on that?"
"Logan, I don't want to get you involved with…" Scott's words were brought to a halt when Logan began to move inside of him. The movement sent logic out the window when Scott twisted back struggling against the handcuffs he was wearing in the hopes of building upon the friction between them.
"You don't have a choice," Logan ceased movement inside of Scott, again torturing him with the thought of completion without the pleasure that often followed for them, "We do this as a team or we leave tonight whether you want to or not."
"Logan, I can't leave…" Scott whined finding himself not wanting to discuss anything beyond their union, "There are things that…"
"That you need to promise you'll talk to me about," Logan's disapproval carried over the lust in his voice, "starting with why it is you lied to me last night."
"I didn't lie to you," Scott felt Logan withdrawing from his body and panic washed over him, "I just didn't let you know that I was alright either. I had my reasons."
"Which are?" Logan prompted him in stillness.
"Complicated," Scott huffed as the fullness of Logan inside of him sent his body on sensory overload.
"Not good enough," Logan began to pull out further.
"I'm close to finding a cure," Scott finally divulged as sweat carried over his brow.
"A cure?" Logan repeated placing his hands on Scott's hips again.
"A way to fix me," Scott explained desperately, "After Jean did what she did to me…Logan, anyone with eyes can see that I'm broken. I'm so close to reversing it-to finding a way to uncover the truth about what happened to me and…"
"You aren't broken," Logan's words drew forth the sympathy that Scott had been hoping to avoid when they'd encountered one another again.
"Fuck you Logan," Scott gritted his teeth again, "I don't want your sympathy."
"I ain't giving you sympathy. I'm merely stating a fact that…" Logan began caught off guard in being the recipient of Scott's wrath.
"You're inside of me and you want to talk it out?" Scott questioned with a small groan when Logan shifted his hips again, "You could be fucking me senseless, but now you decide you want to be chatty. What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Not a damned thing, but we are going to discuss absolutely everything you aren't telling me sooner rather than later, deal?" Logan decided running his fingers over Scott's spine once again.
"Fine. Deal. Just don't stop what you're doing Logan because I swear I'll kill you myself if you even think about it," Scott warned with a small groan and a hint of menace in his tone.
"I wasn't planning on it Slim," Logan promised opting to let go of the conversation in order to give in to Scott's demands. Even if he'd set his sights on controlling the course of their evening it seemed as if Scott had found a way to turn back into leader mode commanding Logan's movements as they pushed talking aside long enough to lose themselves to fury and desire in ways that no other outside of their situation could truly understand.
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