The night had finally come.
Tonight was the big night for Logan.
He was going to sleep in the same bed as Jean, and with a bit luck he would claim his rights as her husband.
As he carried himself through the corridors of the mansion, he reached the door of the bedroom he shared with Jean.
Although his feral abilities couldn't possibly inhabit Cyclops' body, he could swear he could almost smell her presence inside.
He slyly opened the door, walking inside on the tip of his toes. He could see Jean's body lingering in the dark, lying on the bed they were going to share. He knew she wasn't asleep.
He slowly and sexily walked to the other side of the bed. Stripping himself down to his boxers (HIS boxers that he had to steal from his old bedroom, since he couldn't stand Scottie's wimpy briefs), he tucked himself under the covers and extended his hands towards Jean's body, who was facing the other way.
As he massaged her backside and reached lower by each minute, he started purring and growling as he grabbed lightly her butt.
He came closer and stuck his whole body onto hers. He had his moves planned so well that he didn't expect the reaction that came.
"Not tonight, honey. I got a headache." her voice was sweet and reasonable as usual, but she now had the tone of a bored wife. Sort of like Al Bundy's wife.
"But Jeannie..."
"I'm a telepath, Scott. You know what a headache can do to telepaths, right? It's twice as bad." her voice was now more reasonable and less sweet.
"Uhm…okay" he urged himself not to sound disappointed. That Scott must have been a real lousy lover if his wife was already bored.
"Thank you. Goodnight honey." she said, not even bothering to turn her head and look at him at the eyes while saying goodnight to him. Of course, a goodnight kiss was out of the question.
As Logan went back to his side of the bed, he compensated with the thought that at least he got to grab her ass. And savouring this thought, he drifted to sleep.
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Two weeks later.
London.
Professor Charles Xavier was lounging in his room, watching MTV.
He was very pissed the last few days, and he didn't feel like going out and sightseeing in London. Whatever he had to do there was already finished. But he wasn't in the mood to go back to Westchester either.
He had left his mansion to fly to England and watch up close the Wimplendon Championship. You know, tennis.
He had that major crush on Anna Kournikova, probably the hottest presence in the fields, so he always got to watch her at the major tournaments. But as gorgeous a chick she was, she was equally lousy at tennis.
She had been thrown out from the second game already, despite the fact that Xavier had bought a ticket for all matches. She had lost despite Xavier's efforts to mentally alienate her opponents. She was THAT bad.
So now he was stuck with a bunch of tickets to games he never wanted to watch. Andy Roddick was going well at the males section but his hot singer girlfriend Mandy Something wasn't between the crowd as usual. Poop.
So here he was now, having nothing to kill his time but the stupid telly.
It seemed to be one of the big ironic coincidences of life, because if it wasn't for that specific situation, the Professor would never have the TV tuned on MTV.
And he would have never been able to watch what he watched at that specific moment.
"And now, the very fresh song that hit number 1 on top tens all over the world from the very first week it was launched." the VJ presented. "A song dedicated to all mutants and mutant friends around the world, the song that made the first step for creating a bridge connecting mutants and simple humans....Laaadiiiies and gentlemen, The X-Men themselves singing: "AT XAVIER'S!!!"
Nobody was present in Xavier's room at the time to actually record his reactions to what followed, but it is reported that for the next 30 minutes everyone in the hotel had severe cases of headache.
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The same night.
Scott unstuck his left ear from the door of the bedroom he once shared with Jean and started snickering to himself.
Apparently, once more in the last two weeks, Logan had got nothing out of sleeping in the same bed as Jean. As soon as her 'headaches' had subsided, her 'days of the month' had begun.
The headaches were real. But poor Logan could never guess what was wrong *now*, not without his Wolverinesque ability to 'smell' things before they happen.
As soon as Scott got far from Jean's and whoever-her-husband-was-at-the-time's bedroom, he heard a small *puff* which resembled Kurt's *bamf* behind him.
His extraordinary sniffing ability which was granted by his new body alarmed him that the specific *puff* signalled the arrival of a witch.
The witch who had brought him into this position.
"Hey, what are *YOU* doing here, of all people!" he said, as soon as he cocked his head -his entire body following- towards the witch.
"I see you have gotten used to your new physical avatar. Too bad for you." she calmly said, ignoring his previous question.
"What do you mean? You're here for a reason, right? You're not just...'paying a visit'?"
"No...I was actually just passing by and thought of borrowing a cup of sugar!"
"Huh?" the reply had him dumbfounded.
"Ha! No matter the exterior, you're still a dork inside. Oh well. This is about to change."
"You're getting us back to our normal bodies? I thought..."
"Oh, I lied. The curse's effects and immunities were too good to make it an irreversible one. I lied. I could take it back anytime, but I didn't want two insane mutants going after my hide to make me reverse the curse!"
"Of course. What changed your mind, then? Did we 'prove ourselves' or something and you wanted to reward us?"
"No, on the contrary...the situation got too far out of control. You were supposed to be stuck into each other's body and personality for the rest of your lives. But my magic is not supposed to affect the course of the entire world, like in your case! The council of magicians has forbidden any major changes in worldwide matters. So I now have to take it back before it gets totally out of control."
"What did we do that affected the whole world?"
"Aw come on. I have seen your cute little video clip."
It was the first time that anyone saw Wolverine blush (even in this case, where Scott had taken over his body).
"That video clip you created during your vendetta against each other had somehow affected worldwide stability. To be more specific, it had made mutants 'hip' and 'cool' and now being mutant-friendly is the new trend. Like PokeMon had once been. That wasn't supposed to happen, and although it might be already too late and premature world peace is already on its way, I still have to put you guys back into your bodies. "
"YES! FINALLY!" a relieved voice came behind them. Logan had probably left the bedroom and was eavesdropping the whole time. Even Scott hadn't sniffed him as he should have. His abilities were a bit untrained, heck; he hadn't even extracted his claws the last weeks for fear of suffering the pain!
"Oh, hello...whoever you are again. Now excuse me the two of you, but I have to leave. Even old bitching witches have a date sometimes."
"What... wait! Won't you change us back to normal?"
"Oh, don't worry dear. It's the nature of the curse itself. I have raised it, but it will take until tomorrow morning for the two of you to find yourself in your usual bodies. Ta-ta!"
*puff!*
The first emotion they shared after the witch's departure was disgust on the smell of the smoke her puffing left behind. It was a kind of strawberry flavour. honestly, they preferred Kurt's brimstone than this girly odour.
Logan, realising that he wouldn't be in this body for long, bolted back to the bedroom Jean slept in. It was his desperate attempt to get some sex out of the whole deal.
"Jean? Jean! Wake up, please Jeannie!" he poked her unnervingly until her eyes fluttered open. Yeah, it was too risky and if she got pissed off she would fry his ass with the Phoenix Force, but it was all he had to hold onto right then.
"L-Logan? What is it? What do you want? I ca-I can't do this anymore..." she said, half asleep.
Logan pinched himself on the arm to realise if he had heard his own name instead of Scott's. Having a look at himself he saw that he was still in Scott's body. Then why...
Jean sat up on the bed and saw, clearly this time, who was before her. She instantly realised her mistake.
"Jeannie...what...why did you call me...Logan? Why would you think I was Wolverine?"
Jean was too shocked to realise she wasn't totally busted yet, so she cracked up.
"Ohhhh, Scott, I'm so sorryyyyyyy......!"She started crying.
Logan was lost for words.
"I am such a total slut, I know, I should have never done this to you, but-"
"Jean, do you-do you mean that..."
"I slept with Logan. I-I have been sleeping with him for a week now."
Logan's new world shattered into pieces upon hearing these heart stabbing words.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" his screams were heard in the entire building. "WHY NOW??? OF ALL TIMES, WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DO THIS *NOW*?"
Jean was surprised at his reaction. She hadn't thought that Scott would actually scream, but the words he chose to scream at her were also confusing. It was the timing that interested him? Oh, well, she had to keep up her little unfaithful-wife speech however...
"Scott I know how this hurts, but it's all my fault...I'm human too, you know...I make mistakes. BIG ones."
Logan somehow knew she didn't mean the mistakes, but something in his old Wolverine body that was big.
"Look, Scott, I will make up to you... Just tell me one word, and tomorrow morning I'll break up with him. I will never see him again and you will remain the only man in my life..."
The idea felt tempting...Jean would be worshipping him if he forgave her...but, wait. From tomorrow morning, HE would be Wolverine again. He would take the entire toll and Scott would get Jean as his bitch for his entire life!
"Nooo!" he yelled at her. "You freaking whore! I hate you! I don't wanna see you again in my entire life! Go! Beat it! Go to your Wolverine! Go screw with him and have lots of growling babies! Get out of my sight!" Now, that should convince her.
Jean's eyes had somehow turned into the Niagara waterfalls by now.
"OK... If you say so, Scott...I will go...But remember this; I will always love you. Only you."
"NOOO! You go and love Logan now. Love him good. Worship him too. I don't want you to feel anything for me. Now beat it. Go to Logan" he suppressed his incoming grins while saying that.
"I guess I shall be leaving then..." Jean walked up to the door, her gaze locked to the floor.
"No! Wait! Don't go tonight! Just sleep here tonight and tomorrow you can get your slutty ass to your Logan. There's no need to upset another person tonight." Logan didn't want her to go to Scottie-boy and tell him the whole story while he would still be in the wrong body. Such a thing could get the situation out of his control again.
"I guess you're right..."
"I'll be at the couch downstairs in case you need me..." shit, that sounded too compassionate, he had to fix it.»...bitch" he added, making it just alright.
Logan exited the bedroom and resisted his urge to sing like Frank Sinatra. By tomorrow morning, Jean would belong to him and him only!
Okay, he didn't sing, but eventually he started whistling cheerfully.
For now he would have to drive into town. He had an evil idea about leaving some 'souvenirs' at Cyclops' body for Scott to inherit.
Tonight was the big night for Logan.
He was going to sleep in the same bed as Jean, and with a bit luck he would claim his rights as her husband.
As he carried himself through the corridors of the mansion, he reached the door of the bedroom he shared with Jean.
Although his feral abilities couldn't possibly inhabit Cyclops' body, he could swear he could almost smell her presence inside.
He slyly opened the door, walking inside on the tip of his toes. He could see Jean's body lingering in the dark, lying on the bed they were going to share. He knew she wasn't asleep.
He slowly and sexily walked to the other side of the bed. Stripping himself down to his boxers (HIS boxers that he had to steal from his old bedroom, since he couldn't stand Scottie's wimpy briefs), he tucked himself under the covers and extended his hands towards Jean's body, who was facing the other way.
As he massaged her backside and reached lower by each minute, he started purring and growling as he grabbed lightly her butt.
He came closer and stuck his whole body onto hers. He had his moves planned so well that he didn't expect the reaction that came.
"Not tonight, honey. I got a headache." her voice was sweet and reasonable as usual, but she now had the tone of a bored wife. Sort of like Al Bundy's wife.
"But Jeannie..."
"I'm a telepath, Scott. You know what a headache can do to telepaths, right? It's twice as bad." her voice was now more reasonable and less sweet.
"Uhm…okay" he urged himself not to sound disappointed. That Scott must have been a real lousy lover if his wife was already bored.
"Thank you. Goodnight honey." she said, not even bothering to turn her head and look at him at the eyes while saying goodnight to him. Of course, a goodnight kiss was out of the question.
As Logan went back to his side of the bed, he compensated with the thought that at least he got to grab her ass. And savouring this thought, he drifted to sleep.
***************************************************************
Two weeks later.
London.
Professor Charles Xavier was lounging in his room, watching MTV.
He was very pissed the last few days, and he didn't feel like going out and sightseeing in London. Whatever he had to do there was already finished. But he wasn't in the mood to go back to Westchester either.
He had left his mansion to fly to England and watch up close the Wimplendon Championship. You know, tennis.
He had that major crush on Anna Kournikova, probably the hottest presence in the fields, so he always got to watch her at the major tournaments. But as gorgeous a chick she was, she was equally lousy at tennis.
She had been thrown out from the second game already, despite the fact that Xavier had bought a ticket for all matches. She had lost despite Xavier's efforts to mentally alienate her opponents. She was THAT bad.
So now he was stuck with a bunch of tickets to games he never wanted to watch. Andy Roddick was going well at the males section but his hot singer girlfriend Mandy Something wasn't between the crowd as usual. Poop.
So here he was now, having nothing to kill his time but the stupid telly.
It seemed to be one of the big ironic coincidences of life, because if it wasn't for that specific situation, the Professor would never have the TV tuned on MTV.
And he would have never been able to watch what he watched at that specific moment.
"And now, the very fresh song that hit number 1 on top tens all over the world from the very first week it was launched." the VJ presented. "A song dedicated to all mutants and mutant friends around the world, the song that made the first step for creating a bridge connecting mutants and simple humans....Laaadiiiies and gentlemen, The X-Men themselves singing: "AT XAVIER'S!!!"
Nobody was present in Xavier's room at the time to actually record his reactions to what followed, but it is reported that for the next 30 minutes everyone in the hotel had severe cases of headache.
***************************************************************
The same night.
Scott unstuck his left ear from the door of the bedroom he once shared with Jean and started snickering to himself.
Apparently, once more in the last two weeks, Logan had got nothing out of sleeping in the same bed as Jean. As soon as her 'headaches' had subsided, her 'days of the month' had begun.
The headaches were real. But poor Logan could never guess what was wrong *now*, not without his Wolverinesque ability to 'smell' things before they happen.
As soon as Scott got far from Jean's and whoever-her-husband-was-at-the-time's bedroom, he heard a small *puff* which resembled Kurt's *bamf* behind him.
His extraordinary sniffing ability which was granted by his new body alarmed him that the specific *puff* signalled the arrival of a witch.
The witch who had brought him into this position.
"Hey, what are *YOU* doing here, of all people!" he said, as soon as he cocked his head -his entire body following- towards the witch.
"I see you have gotten used to your new physical avatar. Too bad for you." she calmly said, ignoring his previous question.
"What do you mean? You're here for a reason, right? You're not just...'paying a visit'?"
"No...I was actually just passing by and thought of borrowing a cup of sugar!"
"Huh?" the reply had him dumbfounded.
"Ha! No matter the exterior, you're still a dork inside. Oh well. This is about to change."
"You're getting us back to our normal bodies? I thought..."
"Oh, I lied. The curse's effects and immunities were too good to make it an irreversible one. I lied. I could take it back anytime, but I didn't want two insane mutants going after my hide to make me reverse the curse!"
"Of course. What changed your mind, then? Did we 'prove ourselves' or something and you wanted to reward us?"
"No, on the contrary...the situation got too far out of control. You were supposed to be stuck into each other's body and personality for the rest of your lives. But my magic is not supposed to affect the course of the entire world, like in your case! The council of magicians has forbidden any major changes in worldwide matters. So I now have to take it back before it gets totally out of control."
"What did we do that affected the whole world?"
"Aw come on. I have seen your cute little video clip."
It was the first time that anyone saw Wolverine blush (even in this case, where Scott had taken over his body).
"That video clip you created during your vendetta against each other had somehow affected worldwide stability. To be more specific, it had made mutants 'hip' and 'cool' and now being mutant-friendly is the new trend. Like PokeMon had once been. That wasn't supposed to happen, and although it might be already too late and premature world peace is already on its way, I still have to put you guys back into your bodies. "
"YES! FINALLY!" a relieved voice came behind them. Logan had probably left the bedroom and was eavesdropping the whole time. Even Scott hadn't sniffed him as he should have. His abilities were a bit untrained, heck; he hadn't even extracted his claws the last weeks for fear of suffering the pain!
"Oh, hello...whoever you are again. Now excuse me the two of you, but I have to leave. Even old bitching witches have a date sometimes."
"What... wait! Won't you change us back to normal?"
"Oh, don't worry dear. It's the nature of the curse itself. I have raised it, but it will take until tomorrow morning for the two of you to find yourself in your usual bodies. Ta-ta!"
*puff!*
The first emotion they shared after the witch's departure was disgust on the smell of the smoke her puffing left behind. It was a kind of strawberry flavour. honestly, they preferred Kurt's brimstone than this girly odour.
Logan, realising that he wouldn't be in this body for long, bolted back to the bedroom Jean slept in. It was his desperate attempt to get some sex out of the whole deal.
"Jean? Jean! Wake up, please Jeannie!" he poked her unnervingly until her eyes fluttered open. Yeah, it was too risky and if she got pissed off she would fry his ass with the Phoenix Force, but it was all he had to hold onto right then.
"L-Logan? What is it? What do you want? I ca-I can't do this anymore..." she said, half asleep.
Logan pinched himself on the arm to realise if he had heard his own name instead of Scott's. Having a look at himself he saw that he was still in Scott's body. Then why...
Jean sat up on the bed and saw, clearly this time, who was before her. She instantly realised her mistake.
"Jeannie...what...why did you call me...Logan? Why would you think I was Wolverine?"
Jean was too shocked to realise she wasn't totally busted yet, so she cracked up.
"Ohhhh, Scott, I'm so sorryyyyyyy......!"She started crying.
Logan was lost for words.
"I am such a total slut, I know, I should have never done this to you, but-"
"Jean, do you-do you mean that..."
"I slept with Logan. I-I have been sleeping with him for a week now."
Logan's new world shattered into pieces upon hearing these heart stabbing words.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" his screams were heard in the entire building. "WHY NOW??? OF ALL TIMES, WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DO THIS *NOW*?"
Jean was surprised at his reaction. She hadn't thought that Scott would actually scream, but the words he chose to scream at her were also confusing. It was the timing that interested him? Oh, well, she had to keep up her little unfaithful-wife speech however...
"Scott I know how this hurts, but it's all my fault...I'm human too, you know...I make mistakes. BIG ones."
Logan somehow knew she didn't mean the mistakes, but something in his old Wolverine body that was big.
"Look, Scott, I will make up to you... Just tell me one word, and tomorrow morning I'll break up with him. I will never see him again and you will remain the only man in my life..."
The idea felt tempting...Jean would be worshipping him if he forgave her...but, wait. From tomorrow morning, HE would be Wolverine again. He would take the entire toll and Scott would get Jean as his bitch for his entire life!
"Nooo!" he yelled at her. "You freaking whore! I hate you! I don't wanna see you again in my entire life! Go! Beat it! Go to your Wolverine! Go screw with him and have lots of growling babies! Get out of my sight!" Now, that should convince her.
Jean's eyes had somehow turned into the Niagara waterfalls by now.
"OK... If you say so, Scott...I will go...But remember this; I will always love you. Only you."
"NOOO! You go and love Logan now. Love him good. Worship him too. I don't want you to feel anything for me. Now beat it. Go to Logan" he suppressed his incoming grins while saying that.
"I guess I shall be leaving then..." Jean walked up to the door, her gaze locked to the floor.
"No! Wait! Don't go tonight! Just sleep here tonight and tomorrow you can get your slutty ass to your Logan. There's no need to upset another person tonight." Logan didn't want her to go to Scottie-boy and tell him the whole story while he would still be in the wrong body. Such a thing could get the situation out of his control again.
"I guess you're right..."
"I'll be at the couch downstairs in case you need me..." shit, that sounded too compassionate, he had to fix it.»...bitch" he added, making it just alright.
Logan exited the bedroom and resisted his urge to sing like Frank Sinatra. By tomorrow morning, Jean would belong to him and him only!
Okay, he didn't sing, but eventually he started whistling cheerfully.
For now he would have to drive into town. He had an evil idea about leaving some 'souvenirs' at Cyclops' body for Scott to inherit.