A/N - As always thanks to those who read, favourtied, alerted and reviewed. Especially those who reviewed. Reviews really are love. If I ever don't respond please let me know - my email is acting a little strange at the moment.

A/N 2 - I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas and have a Happy New Year wherever you are.

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Chapter 7

Interrupted Again

Ignoring the woman on the other side of the door, Logan leaned forward, head dipping, as he sucked on the area where Scott's shoulder met his neck. He couldn't help the smirk that crossed his face as Cyke was unable to hold in a groan, head falling back against the door.

"Scott?" Jean called again, her voice taking on an edge that Logan had only ever heard when he had been talking to the Phoenix.

Pulling back, he grinned at the pupil-blown eyes, swollen lips and the red mark on the other man, before taking a step back, grin widening as the kid followed him, before Scott seemed to realize what he was doing and turned slightly towards the door. Reaching past him, Logan unlocked the door and was unsurprised when it burst open, Red standing framed in the doorway, eyes narrowed.

"What's going on?" she asked calmly, but Logan could hear the anger underneath, as the woman's eyes flit between the two of them.

"Kid was just keeping me company," he replied, returning back to the machine he was using, leaning against it, and folding his arms in front of him. Jean's eyes hardened as she took in Scott and no doubt the marks he had left behind, before meeting his again.

"Really?" she asked, still using the same calm tone. He wondered if she was so good at keeping a calm tone because of all the run away mutants the Professor sent them after.

"The Professor's looking for you, Scott," she said, tearing her eyes away from Logan, and giving the other man a small smile, hand brushing his arm as Cyke walked past and out the door. Logan fought down a growl at the movement, reminding himself that the kid had come looking for him and not for Red.

"Back off, Logan," Jean said, as soon as the kid was out of hearing range.

Chuckling, he pulled out a cigar, rolling it between his fingers.

"What's the matter, Red?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her. "Felling threatened?"

She took a step into the room, eyes flashing, once again reminding him of the Phoenix.

"You're just confusing him," she bit out. "He doesn't know who he is and you're using this to have your revenge."

Logan felt his body stiffen, slowly looking up at her, knowing that the look on his face showed how pissed he was at the comment.

"First off, sweetheart," he growled quietly. "If anyone's trying to use anyone, it certainly ain't me. Maybe you need to have a chat with Slim, because so far, I've been on my best behaviour, and the kid's the one setting things in motion. And second, who am I supposedly getting revenge on?"

He saw Jean's jaw clench and felt the hairs on his arm stand on end, as things started to float. It was a few minutes before things settled, Jean still glaring at him.

"You know exactly who, Logan," she snarled, walking further into the room. "Do you think he'll honestly thank you for this when he gets his memories back?"

Unable to hold the growl in, he took a step towards her, trying to remind himself that Jean was one of the good guy's. Even if she was trying to take what was his.

"You don't honestly think he'll stay with you once he does, do you?" she asked, a smug look crossing her face. "If you thought he hated you before, Logan, it'll be nothing to how he'll feel once he gets his memories back."

"If," he ground out, "if he gets his memories back."

He stepped back towards the washing machine, hands gripping the edge, as he tried to control the Wolverine, who wanted to attack the woman who was challenging him.

"That's why the Professor sent me to find him," Jean replied, smirk crossing her face. "He thinks he can get Scott's memories back."

Gripping tighter, he heard the strain the metal was under as his fingers tightened, glaring at the other woman.

"Whatever you think you have, Logan, its over," she said, voice softening, sounding almost apologetic, before she turned and walked out of the room.

Pushing away from the machine, he paced around the room, slamming a fist into the wall, ignoring the pain that ran through his hand, looking down at his broken fingers, before sitting down on his chair, putting his head into his hands.

He knew that he shouldn't have done what he had done with the kid back in the motel, it had only increased the feeling of possession he had for Slim, which apparently Red seemed to have too.

He watched as his hand repaired itself, lifting the hand and running it through his hair once it was done.

He stayed out of sight for the rest of the day, taking out his anger and pent up energy in the Danger Room, ignoring everyone who tried to come into the room. It wasn't until his stomach growled, that he decided to finish his session, picking up his jacket and heading to the showers.

Relaxing under the spray, he let the water beat down on his neck, releasing the tension that had built up over the day. He wasn't sure how long it was until he became aware of someone in the room, watching him.

"What do you want?" he growled, keeping his back to the person, already sure of who it would be, and not wanting to give in to his impulses.

"You know, I'm wishing I'd brought a camera," Scott replied, amusement lacing his tone.

"Get out of here, Slim," he said gruffly, trying to ignore the arousal that was shooting through him, as the kid's voice and scent surrounded him.

"I thought we agreed that you weren't going to avoid me anymore," Scott said, voice closer. Logan shivered as he felt a hand sweep across his back, following some unknown line.

Feeling something snap, he turned suddenly, grabbing the man and swinging him around until he was up against the wall, clothes getting saturated as the water ran down his chest, hands on either side of his face.

"And I thought I told you," he growled, face so close to Scott's that he could feel the man's breath on his lips. "That you hated me."

"You did," Scott replied, hands running down Logan's chest, increasing his arousal as he pinched a nipple, his erection growing. "And I said that I didn't think that."

Snorting, Logan looked off to the side, before turning back to the bright blue eyes in front of him.

"How's the session with the Profess-"

His question was cut off as Scott's mouth covered his, tongue demanding entrance into his mouth. He stopped himself from responding to Scott's ministrations for a few seconds, before Scott's hand closed around his erection.

Groaning, he pulled back, staring into the eyes that had been haunting his dreams for the past few days, smirking as he saw the red mark he'd left earlier.

As Scott's hand moved up and down on him, he couldn't resist devouring the swollen lips in front of him again, hands falling to the other man's belt, opening it and tugging it out of the pants, before his hand rubbed against the bulge evident there.

Scott whimpered, pushing into Logan's hand, still moving his own.

"Logan," Scott groaned, biting his bottom lip, hips moving against where Logan's hand was. "Quit playing."

"I thought you liked teasing," Logan whispered into his ear, smirking at the shiver that ran through Scott, his hand already working on the pant buttons and zip, pulling Scott's dick out, and giving it a slow stroke.

He knew he wasn't going to last much longer, the scent of Scott, his whimpers and groans, pushing him to the edge much quicker than usual, his talented hand moving quicker, twisting and increasing the heat in his belly. Feeling how close he was, he picked up the pace of his own hand, wanting to see Scott come before he did. As he felt his balls draw up, he saw Scott's eyes widen, a loud groan leaving his mouth, before his eyes fell shut, as he came over Logan's hand.

Seeing the blue eyes open, he felt his own release, eyes closing at the pleasure that ran through him.

"Scott," he whispered, head coming to rest on the other man's shoulder. He felt Scott's arms come around him, one hand threading through his hair. He was surprised that he didn't feel annoyed at the action, that he felt himself relaxing against the other man.

"I don't hate you, Logan," he heard Scott whisper quietly into his hair, the water still beating down on both of them. "I never did."

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A/N - I had a lot of fun writing Logan vs. Jean. Hee. Let me know what you thought.