Now Logan was gone.

He had left while Scott, Jean and Ororo had taken the kids to a museum. With Scott's bike. He didn't say goodbye. He didn't leave any trace of his smell or his things in Scott's room. He had even fixed the claw marks in the headboard. Scott slept on a couch most nights. He only went into his room to cry dry tears.

Scott wasn't only losing sleep. He was losing weight. He still managed to teach but his students noticed what was going on. He stayed by himself most of the time when he wasn't in class. Jean was always angry. Scott thought it was at him.

Jean was angry, but not at Scott. She was angry with Logan. Logan, stupid seductive Logan. He didn't know what Scott had gone through. Selfish bastard. If she had her way, Logan would never come back. Then Scott could heal.

It was 3 months later and Logan was still gone. Scott hadn't smiled since.

Logan knelt outside of the Institute. Logan could never leave. Not now. He had to make sure that Slim, his Scott, was okay. But Slim wasn't. In fact, Slim was getting slimmer. It was killing Logan to watch. But that was all he could do. Watch.

He would go to the institute whenever he got the chance. He would wake up in the night, sweating and crying. He tried to tell himself it was from the long hard day, but he knew that was bullshit. He missed Scott. He had made a mistake, letting the kid in. He couldn't take it back, but he was endangering the kid. And he couldn't do that. To any of them, they were good people. He was an animal on the hunt, and he wasn't going to let Scott get sucked into his madness. But he already was, just by the virtue of the hunt, and that hurt worst of all.

It was night. Around 11:30 by Logan's inner clock. He had been watching Scott's room for hours. The kid was just sitting there. There were lights, so Scott was probably watching TV. Yep, TV; Scott threw his remote at the wall. 'Magneto.' Hissed Logan. Only Scott's former teacher could make him that angry. And me, mused Logan. The TV snapped off. Scott began to pace his room, his hands gripping chestnut hair and muttering. Logan almost smiled. Scott was so cute when he was angry.

Scott sighed deeply and strechted, lifting his shirt up slightly to reveal his pale well-muscled stomach. Logan gasped, looking at the bones that were protruding from Scott's perfect skin. Scott walked to the dresser and began taking off his clothes.

Despite how thin he'd become, Scott still had a lot of muscle. 'Little' Logan instantly shot up. Scott put his shirt in the dresser and reached for his pyjamas, then stopped. He was looking at something, judging by the way his head was tilted down. And then the kid smiled. Logan almost melted, his hands drifting down to his aching hardness. Scott began taking off his pants as he walked over to the bed. Logan smiled, licking his lips. These were some of his favourite nights.

Scott slowly ran his hands up and down his body, digging his nails into pale skin. Logan couldn't help it. He reached down and grabbed himself, rubbing in circles on the rough denim covering him. Scott toyed with himself; running nails down his neck and stomach. 'He's doing it like I would.' Logan thought, instantly getting so hard it hurt. Scott couldn't take it anymore and grabbed his throbbing member, stroking it slowly. Logan did the same, squeezing the same way Scott did and pumping in the same rhythm. And with his acute hearing, he heard a moan.

"Logan…"

"Scott!" cried Logan, releasing his dick from its confines and pumping frantically. He had never been so aroused. Watching Scott pleasure himself to him, and not being able to touch him was almost too much to bear. He could feel himself getting to his peak much faster then he normally would. 'Damn, the kid really gets to me.' Scott was panting hard and moaning now, his face flushed and lips open wide. Logan smiled. He was proud, damn proud, that he could get the beautiful man to get like that. Scott was so close, he could tell.

Then the door swung open.

"Scott, is something…" Jean quickly slowed her speech, taking in the scene before her. That was not what she had wanted to see. EVER. Scott blushed a deep red. Jean cleared her throat. "Oops."

"It's fine." Mumbled Scott, grabbing his covers. Logan growled. 'Damn Red'. Jean's eyes shot to the window. Logan frantically leapt from the tree, landing in a large rose bush. Healing factor or not, that hurt. He prayed Jean hadn't seen him. He listened, hearing footsteps leaving Scott's room. And coming down the stairs. To the front door. Logan dashed from the bush to his bike, jamming the key and twisting it until there was a dent in it. As the motor roared to life, he stole one last glance back. He expected to see Jean, enraged and ready to halt his bike at 100km an hour and send him flying into a tree or truck. But as he looked back, he saw Scott standing. He stared at Logan. He was still breathing hard and only wore his jeans, nipples standing on edge from the cold. Scott stared, and Logan could practically feel the want and the longing rolling off of the young x-man. Logan tried to turn around. But he shook his head and drove away.

The image haunted him for months.