Scott, I'll love you forever.
Chapter 11 part 2
Hoping For Sun and Praying for Rain.
Scott looked down out of the window and shook his head, "I'm not jumping that." Logan smirked at Scott from the corner of his eyes.
"What do you mean?"
"We're two stories up. My feet hurt. I'm not jumping that. What's not to get?"
Logan crouched on the windowsill and smirked at Scott, "It's not so bad. I've done it loads of times with Remy."
An angry flush grew high on Scott's cheek bones as he glared at Logan behind his glasses. Logan leaned close to Scott holing on to the wall for balance and kissed him, gently, "I won't let anything happen to you Scott. I'll jump first, and I'll catch you."
"What if you drop me?"
"I won't." Logan murmured, his warm lips brushing against Scott's, and then he was gone the window was empty. Scott thrust his head out of the window and saw Logan standing on the ground looking up. Scott climbed onto the windowsill and looked down at Logan; the man smiled and Scott's heart began to race again. He jumped, falling from the window; Logan caught him with ease bending his knees slightly but otherwise unaffected by the extra weight. They stood like that for a moment Scott draped in Logan's arms like so much fine fabric but then a back door opened and Logan set Scott down and took his hand.
They walked briskly away from the door heading out to the parking garage.
"Excuse me." A cold voice called across the distance, Scott froze his hand still caught in Logan's and Logan was jerked to a stop. "You're no permitted to take him off the premises."
Logan turned to see Mr. Levred walking towards them with long self-assured strides. He took Scott by the arm and jerked him back towards the party. He hissed in Scott's ear, "Do you remember what I said earlier? You are going to spend the rest of your life washing dishes and scrubbing floors you little peace of shit."
Scott struggled gripping Logan's hand tighter and shaking his head a little.
"You're just a worthless thankless slut." Mr. Levred growled releasing Scott's arm to backhand him across the face. Logan released Scott as well and squared his shoulders stepping between Scott and Mr. Levred a snarl on his lips.
Mr. Levred slipped on pair of brass knuckles on and grinned at Logan; Logan returned his grin and extended the tips of his claws.
"Logan lets just go." Scott murmured.
"This will only take a second Scott."
Scott stepped back as the two men sized each other up, Mr. Levred was the first to move he struck out and punched Logan in the face blood trickled down Logan's face. Even in the dim light his nose was clearly broken. It was Logan's turn now he brushed his nose unconcernedly back into place. In a flurry of movement the men were on the ground they grappled for a moment. Logan surfaced and began to pound Mr. Levred. Scott could hear bones breaking as Logan continued his merciless beating.
Mr. Levred struggled to regain his scenes, he fingered the gun he kept in his waistband for safe keeping and he slowly pulled it out pulling the hammer back and pointed it unsteadily at his attacker.
The click of the gun's hammer came to Logan threw his haze of rage and he wrenched the gun from Mr. Levred's hands and pointed it at his head. They sat in the grass for a long while both men's breathe ragged and Logan's finger getting tighter and tighter on the trigger.
"Logan." Scott said quietly brushing his finger tips across Logan's shoulder and back, "Leave him here."
Logan shook his head pressing the muzzle of the gun harder into Mr. Levred's bloody forehead, "I'm going to kill him Scott."
"No Logan. Please. I just want to go."
"Why should I let him live?" Logan demanded.
"You said it yourself the cops are coming. He was never meant to die Logan. You never intended on killing him."
Logan didn't take his eyes off of Mr. Levred's face, "that was before I met him Scott." A gentle tug was pulling at his shoulder, an insistent plea was floating about his ears and Logan finally stood cocking the gun slowly and slipping it slowly into his waist band and took Scott's hand once more.
"I'll come for you Scott." Mr. Levred choked out, "I'll never stop, not until you're dead."
Logan rounded on Mr. Levred but Scott pushed him out of the way, "No you're not." He stepped on Mr. Levred's neck a fine shoe he had bought Scott the day before pressing hard on it, "You're going to prison," Scott put more wait on Mr. Levred's neck, "and when you get there you're going to be somebody's bitch. You're going to know what it feels like to be used. You're going to know what its like to have some stranger hold you down and shove himself into you, you're going to feel the shame of getting hard from it, no matter how much you don't want it you'll still get hard, you're going to have to deal with what you did to me every night. What you did to all of us. You're not going to come for me because if you do I'll be waiting, and I will kill you myself." Scott put all his wait on Mr. Levred's neck and it gave with satisfying finality as Mr. Levred's windpipe collapsed. Scott took Logan's hand and they sprinted down the lawn and into the parking garage Logan put the gun in the glove box and started the car. They pulled out into the night and drove down the highway Logan glimpsed Scott in the passing streetlights and he was shaking.
Logan rolled down a window and let the cool night air wash over Scott's face. Cop cars and SWAT trucks raced past them going the opposite direction and Scott started to laugh shakily, "You really did rob a bank-?"
"Anything for you Scott."
"Well then find a nice place to pullover; I might need to be sick."
Logan obliged him, as the car slowly rolled to a stop Logan ran a hand down Scott's arm, "Scott, what you did back there...I-" Scott shook his head and pulled Logan close to him and kissed him.
"I need you Logan. I need you to make me clean again."
Logan breathed in Scott's sent slowly it wasn't right, it didn't smell like him he smelt like some other man and Logan couldn't have that. The two men clamored out of the car Logan tossing Scott a blanket that was in his trunk in case he had murdered someone and they ran. The moon light made Scott look like a silver angel as he ran across the field until Logan caught him and they collapsed in the long grass. Each undressed the other with hurried rushed movements. Logan covered Scott in kisses towering over him on the blanket, every inch of skin he could reach was kissed; every inch of skin was his and he was claiming it. Scott writhed under the familiar touch of Logan's lips. He moaned loudly and flipped Logan to his back running his hands down Logan's firm body to his hips. Scott warped a hand around Logan's cock and stroked it slowly, maddeningly. A low moan met Scott's ears and he lowered his head onto Logan's throbbing member.
They made love for what seemed forever; while Logan and Scott were connected it seemed that time stopped. They lay spent curled together under the sky, Logan stirred first running a hand down the still raw ridges that ran across Scott's back, he sat up slowly and scanned the area for his pants, "I've got to get you back to the mansion."
Scott laid his head down on Logan's bare thigh and kissed it gently, "not yet."
"We've got to get you're back looked at."
"I'm sick of doing things I have to do." Scott said groggily. He felt Logan lift his head and slip out from underneath it; Logan dressed him gently, covering him in kisses once more. The night was getting cold and Logan wrapped Scott in the blanket they had been laying on and carried him back to the car. Scott smelled more normal now; a shower would wash the other man off forever. They walked in silents except for Logan's footsteps and Logan wondered at Scott's display not hours before. Where had Scott found it in himself? All the same it put Logan's mind at ease. There was no more real concern about Scott's safety he could take care of himself.
Logan set Scott gently in the passenger side seat, "You should get some sleep you look pretty worn out."
Scott laughed pulling Logan in for a kiss, "between almost killing a man and making love with you I've had a pretty full night."
Logan kissed Scott and straitened his back, "get some sleep, I'll drive you home."
"Will you be there when I wake up?"
"Do you want me to be?"
"Yes."
"There's your answer." Logan murmured, he walked around the car and got in.
The car ride home was slow and smooth, they road in silents Logan lost in thought and Scott wreathed in the shroud of sleep. Logan pulled into the garage quietly and walked around the car tiredly scooping Scott out of his seat. Rather then wake up Scott merely curled closer to Logan's chest and continued to sleep; he must be fucking wiped out. Logan thought to himself as he carried Scott up a flight of stairs. Logan kicked Hank's door twice and waited and listened to the man make a groggy attempt to get to the bed. With a creaking noise the door swung open and hank looked blearily at Logan and Scott, his eyes opened wide, "Scott." He hissed. Logan nodded slowly and stepped out of the way and fallowed Hank back down the stairs down into the med lab.
Logan laid Scott on the bed and glanced at his sleeping face, it was completely placid, "I need to go take care of a few things."
Hank nodded and unwrapped the blanket.
Everything was back in its place the only thing left to do was to repaint the car, he could do that latter Logan tripped back up the long walk and glanced back at where he had hidden the gun, he'd have to destroy it later but for now it was hidden and no one would find it.
Scott was still asleep when Logan came back to the med lab and Hank sat behind his desk looking over some sheets. Logan watched Scott's sleeping face for a moment.
"He didn't wake up when I did the examination."
Logan rose and eyebrow in question. Motioning for Logan to come closer Hank stood and met Logan at the door frame, "he just kept sleeping… made faces a few times but… other than that, not a flicker of life."
Logan grunted.
"Aside from the breathing and pulse naturally but it's all a figure of speech any way. You know that."
Logan nodded, "so how is he?"
"Worn out, extensive tissue trauma to his back and feet-" Hank looked at Logan's face it had gone stormy, "-But it's healing nicely." Hank added hurriedly, "Besides that not enough to eat … and rather dehydrated. Our little Field Leader has had a ruff few days."
"That's true."
"So how did you get him?"
Logan shook his head and moved back to the chair set next to Scott's bed, "Don't ask me about that."
Hank smiled, "I'm sure I don't want to know any way." He walked to the exterior door and then furrowed his brow at Logan, "he's just sleeping, you can go to bed he'll be fine when he wakes up."
Logan shook his head once more, "I promised I'd be there when he woke up."
Hank shrugged his shoulders and went off into the darkness of the mansion.
Scott opened to see the pure surgical white of the med lab ceiling. He turned his head to see Logan dozing in a chair his head resting on his arms that were draped over the edge of his bed. Logan stirred as Scott looked at him and smirked sleepily at the young man.
"You should drink some water… you've been asleep for a while." Logan murmured reaching for a glass to give Scott.
"I had a dream."
"Yeah?"
Scott took the glass and drank slowly, "that we made love in the-"
Logan gave him a sharp look and Scott fell silent, "you're dream is… pretty odd." Logan said for the benefit of whom ever might over hear.
Scott flushed and drank the water Logan refilled his cup with. They sat in silents for a while, and then Logan stood, "you keep drinking, I need a shower… and I have a few chores to do…."
Scott watched him drift off; he wandered where Logan was headed in such a rush. He refilled his glass as Hank walked in and started caring for his back.