Scott, I'll love you forever.

Chapter 8

Countdown To Christmas Part 2

Dec. 23rd

There was a burring hot sensation under Logan's skin, he couldn't move and he couldn't breath. His body was being consumed by the fire running beneath his skin; he was screaming but the water kept getting in his mouth. The water tasted metallic, like blood mixed with chlorine.

Scott ran into Logan's bedroom to see Logan writhing in pain, he didn't hesitate but grabbed Logan's arms and pinned him down. Logan woke with a jolt his eyes wide and unseeing. Claws cut threw the mattress. Logan lay under Scott's weight breathing hard, as if he had just sprinted a marathon. Slowly Logan's breath returned to normal and he blinked his eyes focusing on Scott's face. His claws retracted slowly and Scott lessened his grip on Logan's arms. The room was full of day light now and Logan sat up running his hands over Scott quickly.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Scott shook his head staring at Logan's hands, "You never told me you had claws."

Logan looked at it own hands then at the mattress. There were long gashes threw the fabric, Logan sighed his shoulder's sagging; "there's a lot about me I haven't told you."

Scott ran his hand down Logan's arm to the red flesh around Logan's knuckles, "where do they go?"

"My forearm." Logan said taking Scott's hand and running it across the three hard lumps in his muscle.

Scott ran his fingers up and down the hidden claws, "that's kinda'…" Logan held his breath he'd never had to explain it to anyone before, "sexy."

Logan let out his breath in a half laugh, "Sexy?"

"It makes you dangerous." Scott said with a demure smile. Logan shook his head Scott was sweet, a liar, but sweet. Let his fingers walk up Logan's arm until they reached his shoulders. Scott closed his arms around Logan and leaned in close to Logan kissing him. Logan felt a rush of relief; Scott wasn't as much of a liar as he had thought. Logan had the strongest urged to tell Scott how he felt, to tell him he loved him, but the words caught in his throat. He didn't want to spoil what they had with the complications of feelings; he didn't want to scare Scott away.

Dec 24th

Logan lay stretched out on the couch his head resting in Scott's lap and his eyes half closed as Scott read aloud a mystery novel, old music played on the radio in the kitchen and the smell of a baking cake wafted around the room. Logan had the same urge he had felt before to spill his heart to Scott; it was getting harder to hide. It had been so easy when they were at the mansion, even after he had quit fucking with Remy it was still easy to hide the fact that he was hopelessly in love with the young man. It was hard now, every time they kissed his heart raced, every time they lay awake at night whispering to each other curled under Logan's quilts. The sentence burned in his chest, I love you; I've always loved you. Logan looked up at Scott's serious face; the young female lead had just realized that she was in love with the older hero. She was running away from the truth, Logan had never been one for self mediation or inward reflection but as he walked into the kitchen he found himself wondering if he, much like Young Mary Russell, was running away from the truth.

As he pulled the cake out to cool his mind drifted back to Scott, the way he looked in the morning light or how the moon played across his face in the middle of the night. It was more than just how Scott looked; it was how he smelt, how he felt in Logan's arms, the words that came out of his mouth, the concepts, and the ideals. The list was endless. A dull sense of pain came drifting to Logan and he looked down to see his hand slowly burring against the hot cake pan, "shit" Logan growled and pulled his hand away looking at the discolored and raw flesh heal itself.

What was the point of never being able to get hurt if you never stuck your neck out a little any way?

Dec 25th

Scott lay in bed and looked at Logan the morning light hitting his face. Logan kissed him pulling him closer.

"Merry Christmas Logan."

"Happy Birthday Slim."

Scott looked at Logan surprised, "how did you-?"

Logan kissed him again to silents the question; he ran his large hands down Scott's body tracing the pink ridges of Scott's scares, "how do you want it?"

"Hard." was all Scott could get out Logan nipped his ear and began to stroke Scott's cock slowly, maddeningly, "I want it to hurt." Scott gasped.

Logan blinked; he hadn't expected Scott to like it hard but a birthday gift was a birthday gift. Logan dragged him to the edge of the bed roughly and bent him over he kissed Scott's spine. Logan reached for a tube of lube he had next to the bed but Scott knocked his hand away and turned to look at Logan as best he could, "No lube Logan, I want it to hurt."

Scott could see the hesitancy in Logan's eyes, he was asking a lot of Logan, he was asking him to toss away his natural gentleness for Scott but he knew he would get his way. Logan's eyes finally hardened in resolve and he clasped Scott's arms behind his back. Scott gasped as he felt Logan's tip press against his tight opening. Logan plunged in without waiting for Scott to adjust he began to pound Scott mercilessly.

For one beautiful moment Scott forgot how to breathe, he was in a haze of pleasure and pain. Logan was huge, Scott felt like he was going to be ripped in half.

Scott was so tight Logan was going crazy he could barely think, it hurt like nothing else, but he kept pounding away. It was too good to stop, it was too late to pull out and say no, they were past the point of no return. Scott was biting the blanket a whimper of pain escaping his lips, that was the first noise he had made sense they had started Logan wondered in the back of his mind if he was hurting Scott too much. It was too late to fix that either.

He clammed one hand around Scott's wrists and reached around his slim hips to start pumping Scott's length. Scott tossed his head back as best he could, his breathing labored. Scott came and Logan soon after they lay still connected for a moment until Logan trusted his legs enough to stand. Scott pulled Logan close to him and buried his face in the nap of his neck his chest still heaving, "God in Heaven," he murmured. Logan furrowed his brow and stroked Scott's back he wanted to take Scott in his arms and kiss away all the pain he had just inflicted. When he had been with Gambit he could have made the man bleed and not care either way, but it was different with Scott, he wanted to be gentle he wanted to make Scott writhe under his touch like in his dreams.

"Logan…" Scott said weakly into Logan's neck, "Logan I – I've fallen in love with you."

Logan's heart missed a beat he lay in silents next to Scott any feeling of remorse or guilt gone. Logan pulled Scott ever so much closer and buried his face in Scott's hair, "I love you too; I've always loved you."

They couldn't fuck any more; even Logan had reached his limit. They lay curled together. Logan drifted in and out of blissful dreamless sleep. He was in a haze a quite perfect world his senses full of Scott and he was content to stay there for as long as Scott would let him.

Scott could still smell the expensive cigars on Logan, it was faint but not matter how much Logan scrubbed Scott could still smell it in his hair. The sent was a warm spicy smell, and he liked it. Logan was holding his loosely and Scott moved closer under the covers. It was only about four in the afternoon but he was ready to fall into a deep sleep. They had been at it all day, and of all his birthdays this had been the best, by far. He had always thought of Logan as a wolf, a wild animal to be feared on some level but now Scott was having to adjust his view. As Logan lay next to him warm and muscular Scott was finding him to be much less of a wolf and much more like a black bear.

Logan's words played again in his head, I love you too; I've always loved you.

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Woefully short but I feel the double post and the fact that they finally had sex (they have not made love; HUGE leap to say having sex and making love are the same thing.) and admitted their feelings makes up for the rather … pathetically short chapter.