Chapter 2: Waking Up the Monster

A/N : ENJOY! WARNING HAS SEXUAL CONTENT… YOU KNOW- THE USUAL =^_^=

MOTHER FUCKER!

I jerked awake, sweating. That's what I get for eating ice cream before bed… damn it… I tried to control my breathing, to slow it down, but it wasn't working. I looked at the alarm clock, taking a second for my eyes to focus and the big red block letters read 4:30am. FUCK…

I heard a moan next to me and turned to see Logan slowly wake up. I felt really bad about that… every time I would have a nightmare- which seemed to be more than ever now- he would wake up and comfort me… only he could do it… I guess that's what true love is.

"Kenny," Logan said, sleepily, propping himself up on his elbow, his head on his hand, "nightmare again?"

"Y-Yeah" I said breathlessly, rubbing my chest over the bullet scare – it was aching- it always does after an intense nightmare, "It felt so real." And that's probably because it was.

Rick did kill my mother and Katie… I watched them die… I held Katie as the life left her eyes…

I lost my family members to that bastard… and in no part was that a dream.

… I wasn't supposed to live. The bastard had left me there to die and I would have if Logan hadn't found me that way. He had come over because I had left my math book at his house. He had called the house phone and no one picked up, then he called my cell phone and when I didn't answer decided to come over… he had come in when Rick was about to pull the trigger and blow my brains out and Logan attacked him with the same baseball bat that he had whacked me with… I guess that was justice in its own way. He put Rick in prison and saved my life…what was left of it.

I have known Logan all my life and maybe it was fate that we were dating before my mother and dad separated… he had been there through it all with me and Katie. He knew what kinda person Rick was. He was never nice to us from the beginning but he mostly drank and was never home and when things had gotten worse, Logan would always help out… his dad was the sheriff, so he had a little bit of power and kept him from hurting us too bad.

"C'mon Ken… it's ok. He can't hurt you anymore, and he never will. I won't let him. Besides, he's in there for life and I'm pretty sure he's someone's bitch." Logan said, trying to lighten up the mood. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his chest, his hands rubbing my back in small circles. The pads of his warm finger tips playing with the bullet scares. When I was shot, the bullets went clean though, which was a good thing, but it also meant I bled out faster.

That was three years ago… I was 18. Logan and I were heading off to college. I was gonna be living my dream, playing hockey for the Minnesota Wild. The team that I've had been talking about since I was ten, and Logan was gonna be a doctor…

Actually, it was that day that he came to our house that I was supposed to leave…actually that morning but I held the scouts off for a couple of hours…but after they heard about my 'incident' they didn't want someone that would be traumatized…damaged goods.

That was a blow that I never saw coming… oh well… fuck them that's their lost- not mine.

Now we're both 21 and living in L.A. I had to get away from there. It was bad for me, and as much I hate to admit it, I was falling apart. My therapist said it was survivor's guilt.

She was fucking wrong.

That wasn't some freak accident… I watched my family die, helpless to help them… and when Logan suggested a change of scene I jumped on it. I needed a fresh start. Minnesota held to much pain for me. Living there all my life, I watched Katie grow up. We had Christmas there and snowball fights and snow angels, but now that was all spoiled now. Those memories were tainted… and I didn't want to taint the memories mom and my baby sister… she was 16 when she died.

It's weird because in my dreams she's always 8, still a little girl. But I knew reality from dreams, and she had her life ripped away from her when it was just starting… it wasn't fair.

A year after losing Katie and Mom, I got a tattoo… well two… one on my upper left shoulder of skull that had one Sunflower for each eye and a red rose above it and a guitar, each having a special meaning to me… the Sunflowers were for Katie- she loved them. They were her favorite flower of them all after a trip that we took to Kansas. The red rose was from Momma- they meant love- I knew she loved both me and Katie with all her heart…and the guitar was combining all of us together because I loved to sing and they all loved to hear me do it. I would always sing to Katie when she couldn't sleep. The second tattoo was in the middle of my back, a peace sign divided into four parts, earth, wind, fire, and water… put them together you have the elements that make up the world and humans… when we die we are put back into the earth and the wind blows our remains away and the cycle repeats itself. These tattoos are a part of me, of Momma, of Katie, of what we had as a family and what we will always have as a family.

That bastard may have taken my family away from me, but he couldn't take away the memories that I have of our happy times or the ink.

"I bet he won't drop the soap" I said smiling. Logan giggled and kissed my neck, knowing how to push my buttons to get me to relax. I leaned in against him, letting his warmth wrap around me.

"We've got class early this morning…9:30… Physics… did you finish your paper?" I asked, lying my head on his shoulder, snuggling up against him.

"FFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK….wait… what paper?" Logan said in a panic, his eyes wide, "You better not be fucking with me Kendall!"

I was… I couldn't help it. It was a natural thing for me to do. I tried to hold a steady face but I couldn't and I started laughing full out, holding my sides as tears ran down my cheeks.

"You think you're funny don't you?" Logan said, smirking, I knew he had something up his sleeve.

"Yep" I said, giving a smirk of my own back at him.

"Hmm…we'll see" Logan said, quickly straddling my hips and holding my hands above my head.

"Watcha gonna do? Bore me to death with math?" I said giggling.

"No… you woke up the monster… now you have to pay the price…" Logan whispered softly against my lips, his tongue licking down my neck, and tracing my quickening pulse.

Yes, we named his dick 'Monster'. It's fitting because when he gets hard or even slightly excited it's hard for him to get it down, unless he has me. Maybe I'm just mean and a really big tease but I like messing with him in class, watching him get all hot and flustered.

I moaned when he bit down on my pulse point and started sucking, marking me as his. Gosh, I'm glad we went to bed naked, clothes would have been just annoying and in the way.

"I love when you make that sound" Logan whispered in my ear, his breath sending chills down my body, making me rut up against him. Logan started kissing his way down my body, lingering at my nipples, knowing it was a turn on for me, and making me cry out.

"Logie please" I moaned.

"Patience, Kenny, I'll get there soon enough" He licked at my belly button, drawing out another moan from me.

"No!" I whined," I need you!"

"So needy, aren't you? Do I have to cuff you to the bed?" he said, roughly, his tongue licking the tip of my already painfully hard dick.

"Will it get you to fuck me faster?" I moaned when he took me into his mouth, and it took all I had not to come then and there while fucking his mouth.

"Nope" he said coming up from sucking me.

"Dammit, Logan!" I cried out, and flipping us over so that I was on top.

"Hey! Not fair!" Logan whined, giggling.

"You started it…and now I'm gonna finish it" I whispered against his lips before kissing him roughly, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth and biting on it, feeling his hands run down my back, to my ass. I deepened the kiss more, moaning into his mouth when he spread my ass cheeks, his finger brushing against my hole. We both moaned and broke away from the kiss, breathing hard.

I looked into Logan's eyes. Some people said that he's eyes where black, but I knew different. They were a deep chocolate brown, and when the sun hits them just right they sparkle. Looking into his eyes now, I saw pure love. He loved me so much… he had too, obviously, if he had stayed with me through all the shit that I've been through. I gave my heart to him the moment that we first met in elementary school. We've been together ever since. God, I loved him so damn much and it made me feel good that he returned the love, probably ten times more because that's just the kinda person he is- he's a giver.

"Lube" he whispered. I leaned up and got the bottle from the dresser and got him all nice and slick, loving the way he moaned when I squeezed him, feeling him become harder-if that's even possible- rubbing my thumb into the slit of his cock and having him bucking up into my hand.

I had enough of the foreplay; I wanted him deep inside me and fucking my brains out. I shifted on top of him, positioning myself above his rock hard cock. Looking down at him, I watched as his pulse jumped in time with mine.

"Ken" Logan whispered, his hands clenching around my hips and his dick brushing against me, spreading the lube around my hole. I smiled lazy down at him, slowly moving myself down his shaft. Both of us moaning at the same time,

"Fuck!" I yelled out, my hips taking control of the situation and proceeded to move on their own. My breath was hitching in my throat and at times I forgot how to breathe.

Logan sat up, changing the position, making the angle shaper, hitting that bundle of nerves and making my body shiver,

"Oh God! There! Logan! Faster!" I screamed. I knew we had neighbors and I'm pretty sure that they were wide awake by now- but I couldn't give a fuck. Logan moved his lips to the other side of my neck, biting and sucking harder than ever; making my orgasm hit me unexpected, bowing my back. He milked me through to the last drop, and I could feel that he was still hard.

It took me a few seconds to get my surroundings back. To say that sex with Logan was mind blowing was an understatement. He pulled gently from me, smiling.

I knew that look… and I loved that look on his face, like he was stocking his prey and I was in his site. A couple of months ago we had gotten into bondage and all the stuff… it was so fucking hot and I loved being dominated by him.

"Please" he whispered, his warm breath sending goose flesh down my body and making me become instantly hard again. I smiled again, my heart fluttering and skipping beats as I knew what was coming and I couldn't wait. I kissed him on the lips, savoring the taste that was purely Logan.

He turned me over on to my stomach and gently ran his hands back my back, one hand grabbing my ass cheek, his nails biting into the flesh, while the other plunged a finger into my slick hole,

"God you're so wet and tight" he moaned,

"Only for you" I whispered, thrusting back onto his finger. He laughed again, that sound making me even more desperate to be filled up with his come. He quickly moved to the dresser and got the handcuffs, clicking them tightly on to my wrists and effectively tying my hands behind my back. He lined himself up against me and slowly entered me again, moaning as he stilled his hips.

I loved him like this… there was a wild side to Logan Mitchell and I felt honored to be the only one to see it. He pushed my chest down father on the bed making my ass stuck further up in the air, and slowly started to move, taking his time, slowly torturing me. I wanted him hard and fast but he was giving me slow.

"Logie please…" I begged, " faster." I grounded my hips back into him, pushing him farther into me.

"Tell me how you want it, babe"

"Fast and hard. I want you pounding my hole so hard I can taste you when I swallow." I whispered.

"hmmm… I can do that…" He said as he picked up the speed of his hips and was thoroughly fucking me into the bed.

Once again, I felt the familiar tug and tingle of an oncoming orgasm. I tried to hold it off as the sound of skin hitting skin filled our apartment. And didn't last as long as I thought I would because Logan reached around and started to jerk me off in time with his hips.

I could feel that he was closer than I was, so I clenched my muscles around his dick making them hug him and pull him in deeper.

"Oh Fuck!" he panted, "I'ma cu-"he didn't get to finish as the mind blowing orgasm hit us both, raising our hair as what felt like electricity passed through us, leaving us both in a heap of sweating limbs and heavy breathing.

My arms were starting to hurt from the cuffs. Logan must have read my mind because he unlocked them and then pulled me to his chest and we both laid down in each other arms.

"I should totally wake up the monster more often" I slurred as sleep started to take over.

"I think so too, I love you baby" Logan whispered, kissing my forehead and sweeping my sweaty hair from my forehead.

"I love you too, Loges" I whispered, letting sleep once again take me over. I didn't have to worry about nightmares anymore. I had my Loganator to keep away the monsters.