Draco tore down the hallways of the mansion, unmindful of the looks that were attracted by his red, blood leaking eyes and did not stop until he reached the gardens. It had just started raining and Draco revelled in the cooling touch of the raindrops.

Something had changed within him. He didn't know if it was the result of his fathers death –or if he was dead – or the door that Professor Jean had opened. Though something had changed and he had an idea of what it was.

Clear tears of frustration started coursing down his cheeks, washing away the sweat that the rain had not yet reached. As the sobs wracked is his body he heard footsteps come closer. Spinning around he spotted Logan just a few steps away. When the older man saw the crying teen he was overwhelmed with guilt, believing he had hurt him.

"Oh God, I'm sorry. I should never have – "

"Its not your fault. It just comes with what I- with what I am." He said between small hiccups and crumbled down onto the grass. Logan rushed forward and gathered the teen in his lap and stroked his back in soothing circles.

Draco's breathing evened out and he lay in Logan's lap with his mind in turmoil and unconsciously taking in the beauty of the garden they were in. There were statues with dark red roses climbing up and around. The smell of neatly cut grass reached his nostrils even through the rain.

Logan's desire for Draco grew again as he felt the small warm puffs of air against the skin of his neck and Logan cursed his libido. This was really not the time. Draco could feel flesh hardening against his side he allowed himself to do what he longed for as he sat in the Wolverines lap. Gently he started nipping and sucking on his neck and rubbing himself against him, both to seek pleasure and warmth.

Logan could not take it any more and flipped Draco onto the ground and settled himself heavily between his thighs. Every word the Professor had said flew from his mind as he regarded the beauty lying on the ground with his hair in a tangled mess. They were both lying in the wet grass with buckets pouring down.

Having the heavy man on top of his felt too good. Draco arched his back and spread himself wider and clutched his thighs around Logan's midsection. Impatiently he tugged at their clothes and soon Draco had lost his trousers and Logan was missing a shirt, not that it was much use anymore as Draco had torn it to shreds earlier.

"Please…" Draco begged. "I need you so badly" he whimpered. Logan propped himself up on his elbows and slipped a finger inside the youth. He was surprised to find him already slick with juices of arousal. He thrust another strong finger inside. Draco mewled in pleasure and pushed himself down upon his hand.

He added another finger and had to bite his lip not to come just at the feel of the blond's arse clenching so tightly on his fingers, almost cutting off his blood stream.

Suddenly Draco grabbed him by the nape of his neck, like he would a misbehaving pup, and pulled him in for a heated kiss.

"I want you in me now." Draco demanded, not giving a damn about his Fathers warnings. Logan was only too happy to oblige. Unbuckling his belt he and pushed away the front of his jeans he lined up at the tiny pale pink entrance. Slowly he breached the tight ring of muscles and sank slowly into the searing heat that was purely Draco.

Draco whimpered in pain. It hurt much more than he had ever imagined it would. He knew Logan was being very careful with him, and once he was fully seated he waited for him to adjust.

Unable to handle lying still with something what felt like a thick steel pipe stretching his sore walls he silently urged Logan to move. Very so gently he began to pull out and push back in. Draco bit his lip hard to keep from crying. Though he did not know why. He had known worse pain than this just a few hours earlier. His torment was over soon though, as Logan brushed his prostate. Draco gasped and dug his heels deeply into Logan's back.

"Harder…." He whispered. He didn't think he would hear him, but he did and served a hard thrust that hit home perfectly. He was rocking, his hands clenched on Logan's shoulders, moaning softly with each thrust.

The fog of blind lust was starting to clear from Logan's mind and he started enjoying the sight of the blond boy shuddering and his nails digging deeper into his skin at every well-aimed thrust.

A shot of determination shot through him and he slammed harder into the delicate warm body beneath him. He smirked when Draco choked as his body shook uncontrollably. He was practically an incoherent mass of pure pleasure. He thrust up again and again, meeting every hard thrust, completely unable to stop.

Draco bit down hard on Logans collarbone, drawing blood and leaving behind fanged markings. Logan lashed onto Draco's neck sinking his teeth into the soft white skin, lapping up salty drops of sweat and the metallic crimson drops filling his mouth. He slammed his hips down harder, a fleeting thought wondering just how far inside Draco's body he really was, getting his answer when he felt that he had reached the very top of the silky channel.

Draco could not form a coherent thought in his head, but he could feel his orgasm approaching fast. It was different that anything he had ever felt before. Instead of being centered in his genitals, it seemed to ripple out from some point inside him that he could not quite place. He wasn't even aware of chanting Logans name like a mantra as the ripple inside him grew.

He could see the flush spreading on Dracos' pale skin and knew he was almost there. The teen was tossing his head from side to side, his silvery blond hair clinging to his sweaty forehead. Draco was getting dizzy, which meant he was either going to come or pass out though he was not quite sure which.

Logan was on the very edge and when Draco's muscles started to contract and convulse around him as he came and shouted his name like nothing else mattered in the entire world, he couldn't hold back any longer, shooting load after load deep into the pulsing body.

With the very last bit of his strength Logan sat up, pulling Draco with him. Tucking the still dazed teens head under his chin, he let the past few minutes catch up with him.

He had just slept with a student. In fact he was still buried deep within said student, who was still pulsing hotly around him and the occasional contraction of a muscle. He knew he must have been rubbing his prostate because his breathing had laboured again.

Before he knew what happened the small teen shuddered and glowed silver for a few seconds. The light was centred between their bellies and chest and faded into their skin. Many weird things had happened to Logan during his lifetime, so a little light did not even go in his memory book.

Draco was exhausted. He lay panting and was probably, from what he could tell, going in and out of consciousness.

"You all right?" Logan asked gently, pulling his long hair away from his face. Draco's eyes were closed and his breathing slowed, his body relaxing. He didn't hear Logan speaking at all.

Logan's eyes widened. Had Draco passed out or something? He hadn't meant to be that rough. "Draco?" Logan asked a little louder, shaking him lightly.

"Mmmm," Draco murmured but didn't open his eyes.

Logan let out a sigh of relief. "I thought you had passed out." He whispered and stroked Draco's hair again.

"I think I did," Draco said with a sigh.

By the fountain two teenagers were ice-skating on the newly frozen fountain.

"Did you hear-?" Rogue asked

"Yeah." Bobby breathed.

"Did you see-"

"Yeah. Should we tell-?"

"No." Rogue and Bobby had bee a couple for almost four months, but Rogue was still in love with Logan. She just couldn't let him go. She knew him; what he wore, what music he liked, which foods he preferred and which brand of beer he drank; yet that 'kid' just comes along and steals him under her nose. She was not happy.