Just when they had finished half an hour of basket ball as a warm up and they were heading into the training hall Professor Jean approached him.
"Draco," she smiled at him. "I have looked at your work, and it was all correct."
"I know." Draco said. It was not arrogance; he just knew he was good with numbers.
"I wondered if I would be allowed to look into your mind. You are very fascinating and I would like to know how you think."
"As long as you know I'm not a lab rat. This will be the only time you are allowed to enter my mind, ever, and if you touch anything that is off limits I will kick you out and remove what you have learned from your mind. Clear?"
"Perfectly." Jean smiled again. She doubted very much that the boy could do what he had threatened. He was, after all, just a boy. "We'll do it in the training hall with the others. I see no reason for us to leave as this will only take a few minutes."
The training hall was a massive eight-edged dome made of steel and glass. It was magnificent. Jean told him it was constructed that way so that any burst of uncontrolled energy, would stay in there.
Jean sat down at a red gym mat and crossed her legs. Then she proceeded to look through his memory. Though she stopped when she saw a blonde womas torturing and execution. She saw so many things, opened so many doors that held so much wonder, but the was one door that would not open. Thinking he would not notice she forced the door open, but there was nothing in that room. When she turned her back a faint silver mist seeped out until there was no more. With a shout of pain she was torn from his mind with violent strength.
Opening her eyes she saw a furious blonde standing over her with his heel pressed harshly into her throat.
"Draco!!" Logan shouted and came running, but before he could reach them Draco removed his foot from her throat and placed his index finger between her brows and whispered a single word.
"Obliviate."
He erased all that she had learned of him, but left her the memory of why she did not know, so that she would know where she stepped wrong.
"What did you do?" Professor Logan demanded.
The extreme pain that had ripped through Draco had caught him off guard. He had trusted Jean, because she was a professor, a muggle healer and a physiologist at this school, but it seemed that his trust had been severely misguided. It still hurt badly, like he was being torn apart, muscle, by muscle but extensive training to see though the pain had been put to use. As soon as the pain came it quickly faded into nothingness and strangely left him feeling stronger.
"I fulfilled my part of he deal." He finally said between clenched jaws. "She got access to my mind but should stay clear of the parts that were not for her to see. She broke into the private chambers I had stored things that were off limit, therefore it was my right to take back what I had already given." Draco sneered. Logan took a step back from the enraged teen and raised his hands in the air. It was now obvious that the lithe boy was not as delicate as he had first thought.
Draco liked Professor Logan, even if he had teased him about his lithe build. Their bickering entertained the class endlessly and was also the reason as of to why they now were sparring. The class was over hours ago, but some had stayed behind continuing to work out. It was almost dark outside and the ones that had stayed behind – Kitty and Pyro – were stretching in the observing room where they were watching the exchange of blows between the Dragon and the Wolverine with great interest. It was a game of 'who falls and stays down' and both were still standing.
The youth was talented and an excellent fighter. Soft blond strands had fallen from his braid and it was distracting Logan a great deal. The scent coming from him was arousing to put it mildly. Logan knew he had to stop this before he did something he would regret.
With a swift move he swiped Draco's legs from underneath him, then he did something he would regret; he tripped and fell.
Draco flopped onto the floor with a smack with his arms lying above his head and before he knew what had happened he had a heavy, warm and muscular body lying on to of his own, between his thighs and if he were not sorely misjudging, hard flesh pressing into his stomach. It was a very aroused, heavy, warm and muscular body. Draco's mind went numb at the feel of Logan on top of him and his body acted out of its own accord.
"I win." Logan breathed.
The Wolverine in Logan took complete control when a pair of damp and strong, yet soft legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Without thinking he thrust gently against the small teen underneath him. Draco whimpered in pleasure and met his thrust, begging silently for more.
Kitty and Pyro, who were still in the observation room, had dropped everything they were holding when they saw the blond wrap himself around their professor. They had expected him to detangle himself and give him a decent scolding, not having dry sex. When Draco wrapped his arms around his neck and was pulled up onto a sitting position while their hips were rocking and their lips locked together Kitty released a shuddering breath.
"That is 'so' hot." Pyro just looked at her and studied her flushed cheeks and dilated pupils.
"Yeah, I guess." He said thoughtfully, his mind already racing with vast possibilities and memories of Logan brushing off pouncing babes.
Ripped pieces of fabrics had started flying as Draco desperately pulled at Logan's shirt. He did not know what he was doing, but it felt so good to be held this tightly, the only thing that was missing…he felt empty. He wanted him. 'Now'. In a swirl Logan stood up still with Draco wrapped around him and slammed them up against the wall.
Neither heard the doors opening, but both did hear the;
"OH DEAR!! What are you doing?!"
Logans head snapped up and the hazy glaze to his gaze disappeared. Draco's cheeks faintly pink and his eyes were a deep shade of crimson. As it dawned upon them what they had been doing and the compromising position they were caught in, they tore apart quickly and Draco fled from the training hall in a hurry.
"I – I'm sorry sir." He stuttered before the doors closed behind him.
"You stay right there young man." Xavier said deadly quiet. Logan sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He rested his head against the cold wall and tried to will away his arousal, not that having Draco's scent on the wall helped much, but Xaviers presence did wonders.
