Well, after thinking about it for awhile I've decided to post this. I was going to add another chapter to draw it out a bit more but I just really want to have this story over. So this is the last chapter and hope you'll like. The humor kind of… went away. It was fun though and look! I actually finished a story. Shocking. Thanks to those who reviewed and thanks to Lizz for beta reading. Do enjoy!

Chapter Three

Lance or Duncan? Duncan. Paul or Duncan? Duncan. Kurt or Duncan? …Duncan.

Each time the answer would come out the same. Any guy, it didn't matter. It was always Duncan that came out on top. Duncan that he would prefer. Duncan that he found better. Duncan that he would rather have. He didn't even really have to think about it. The answer just came. It was Duncan.

Kitty or Duncan? Rogue or Duncan?

Jean or Duncan?

Duncan. Every time. Always. Duncan was what he wanted. What he had to have.

He avoided it as much as he could. Because he couldn't have it. It was wrong. Fine, he was gay. It didn't mean he had to act on it.

That didn't stop him from thinking about it. Constantly. To the point where his need boiled over and it was either hunt Duncan down or jerk off in the shower. He always chose the latter and pictured Duncan on his knees before him. Wondered what it would take to actually get Duncan in that position. Probably nothing short of a gun. Which would probably be a bad idea.

Granted everything he'd done lately had been a bad idea. Wrong. Everything was wrong. He was wrong. Sick and twisted and wrong.

There was the sound of cracking glass and stinging pain shot through his hand. He jumped, glanced down at his hand and the shattered glass it still held. Water and blood mixed to drip onto the tiled floor of the kitchen. He hadn't even noticed the crushing grip he'd had on the glass of water he'd come down for.

He sighed to himself. He really was losing it. The broken glass was thrown in the garbage as he quickly cleaned the mess from the floor. Luckily no one had been there to see his lapse in concentration. Lapse in any awareness at all really. Because Duncan eclipsed everything.

He shook his head in frustration. Fisted his already bleeding hand and slammed it into the fridge. Which kind of hurt and he could swear that something just cracked. With a whimper he drew his hand back. The fridge had dented. Ow…

"Scott! Mein Gott, are you okay?"

He blinked at the sudden blur of blue that invaded his vision. "Yeah, Kurt, I'm- Ow! Hey, ow!" This as two fingered hands were taking his injured one to inspect. He jerked his hand back, cradled it against his chest and gave Kurt a glare.

Kurt raised an eyebrow at him. "You're what?"

"I'm fine." As he still held his hand carefully to his chest to protect it from the evil blue furred hands.

Kurt didn't seem to believe him. "I think we'd better get you to see Hank."

"Why don't you tell me what's been going on, Scott?"

He was sitting in the Professor's office, a cast over his now broken knuckles and feeling like an idiot. The unflappable leader had snapped and by now everyone knew. And all over Duncan. At least he had managed to get the guy off his mind for a little while. Breaking his hand probably hadn't been the best way to go about doing that though. He'd find better ways in the future.

He only shrugged in reply to the Professor's question. "It's nothing, sir. I just… A little bit stressed out."

"Perhaps the next time you could go down to the Danger Room instead of taking it out on the appliances."

He dropped his head, ashamed. Not so much because he had lost his temper but because it had been over Duncan. "I'm sorry, sir."

"You don't need to be sorry, Scott. I just wish that you'd talk to me about it."

"I will. I just… I have to get down to the Danger Room. Logan wanted me to program in tonight's sessions." He was already standing, heading to the door before the Professor could try and stop him. The Professor didn't say anything though. Watched him leave with a disturbed frown.

He didn't head down to the Danger Room. True Logan had wanted the programming done but he already had. Earlier that morning when everyone else had still been asleep but he hadn't been able to. Because whenever he slept he'd dream. Duncan would not leave him alone.

There had to be a way to exorcise Duncan from his mind. Hurting himself had worked. Too focused on the pain of broken bones to think of Duncan. But that called attention to himself that he didn't want. The Professor was already worried. Scott didn't want him finding out just how screwed up he was. How wrong.

And now he couldn't even throw himself into training as usual. That's the way it always went. Something bothered him and he'd train. Train until he couldn't think about it anymore. About anything. Focus on doing it all perfect. No room for anything else. No time for anything else.

Lots of time now. No training for weeks. Couldn't work on his car with one hand. Middle of summer so he couldn't exactly do school work. Lots of time to think.

Think of Duncan pressing against him. Hands trailing over skin, lips and tongue following…

He shook his head of the thoughts before they could go too far. He hadn't even realized when he'd walked out of the mansion and down the long driveway. Decided to keep going. Just walk and see where it would take him. Out through the metal gates and off down the sidewalk. It didn't take much to fall into thoughts of Duncan again. Let everything fall away.

He walked without seeing until he ran right into something, stumbling back. The sound of laughter reached his ears and he frowned. Actually paid attention to what was in front of him.

"Little hard to see behind those glasses of yours, Summers?"

"…Duncan." Duncan who was grinning at him in a not at all nice way. Duncan whose two buddies were standing behind him and looking at Scott like he was the most amusing idiot they had seen. Scott swallowed. Stepped back and to the side to let them pass, eyes never leaving Duncan. Obvious even from behind the cover of his sunglasses.

Duncan's eyes narrowed at him. "Something interesting?"

"No, I-"It was as far as he got before a big hand - so gentle and knowing at other times - was dealing him a hard shove to the chest. Knocking him off the curb and onto the street. He stared at Duncan in shock.

One of Duncan's cronies stepped up a bit closer, grin plastered over his face as he spoke. Nearly leered at Scott. "Starin' at you pretty hard, Dunc. Think maybe he has the hots for you?"

Scott took another step back. Looked between Duncan and his buddie. Didn't get the chance to speak in protest before Duncan was stepping off the curb and up to him. Grabbing him by the jacket lapels and jerking him up close. He could feel Duncan's breath on his face.

Duncan was sneering at him, unabashed look of humor in his eyes. "That true, Summers? You a faggot now?"

"What? I-" He nearly stuttered, sounding absolutely baffled. Staring at Duncan in utter confusion Scott saw his look soften for a moment before he sneered again. Shoved Scott hard enough that he stumbled back again, nearly falling but managing to catch himself. He was still staring at Duncan in bafflement.

Duncan stepped forward, bringing them close once more. Scott couldn't seem to force himself to react fast enough as Duncan's eyes flicked briefly down to the cast over his hand before bringing a fist up and cracking Scott across the face in a backhanded blow. The hit staggered him, knocked him to one knee as he gasped.

When he glanced up, breath heavier, Duncan was leaning over him. Smugly satisfied look on his face. Behind him, his... cronies really, were snickering. "Better start staring at someone else, fag."

"But yo-" He started speaking without really thinking still lost in the situation - Duncan. Duncan was hitting him for being gay - when another strike from Duncan stopped him. Knocked him to the side and blood dripped from his lip.

"I say you could speak?"

He wouldn't have had the time to answer even if he could formulate one. Duncan was advancing on him once more, the other two remaining on the sidewalk, watching and laughing. Scott braced himself for another hit. Then frowned when Duncan seemed to hesitate, hoping that maybe he would end this. See some sense or even feel some pity.

He shoved himself to his feet at Duncan's hesitation, stepping back again in case Duncan pressed. His head spun. What seemed like the distant sound of a motorbike reached his ears but he didn't turn his attention away from Duncan. Didn't trust him not to attack again.

But Duncan was stepping back away from him and the sudden appearance of Logan in his view startled Scott. The world seemed to spin again as everything had taken on a surreal view. Scott could only watch as Logan practically growled at Duncan to leave. With a brief glance at Scott Duncan did so, taking his buddies with him.

"See you 'round, fag," was thrown over Duncan's shoulder as he left. Scott could feel his face flush with heat as he looked down. Duncan was right after all.

Logan was still there, was looking at him in concern. Scott refused to look back, kept his gaze firmly planted on the ground. Logan couldn't believe what Duncan had said. Scott didn't want to look up and see that he did.

"You alright, kid?"

"I'm fine, Logan." Though clearly he wasn't. Still dazed from the hits. Angry and frustrated over everything. He spoke shortly, still refusing to look at Logan. He just wanted out of the situation.

Logan seemed disconcerted for a moment before trying again. "Come on, I'll give you a ride back to the mansion. Get Hank to fix you up."

"I'm fine, Logan."

"Scott…" His tone was warning. Telling Scott without so many words to get on the bike now. Scott ignored him. Stepped past Logan to get away.

Logan didn't call him back as he stepped briskly off and down the sidewalk heading away from the mansion. After a few moments Scott could hear the sound of Logan's bike pulling off. Hopefully not to go and get the Professor.

His shoulders slumped once he was sure that he was out of sight. That Logan wasn't going to come back for him. Didn't care to notice when his steps took him to the lookout. It somehow always seemed the best place to be when he didn't particularly want to be anywhere.

As always the lookout was deserted when he reached it. He leant up against a tree, stared out over the town and hated everything about it. All the clueless people and their pathetically uncomplicated lives.

Just once he'd like that. To have it that easy. No mutants, no being… gay. No obsessing over Duncan.

Duncan. God.

He brought his fingers up to his lip. It had stopped bleeding but it still stung. Sighing to himself he pushed off the tree, wandering closer to the edge of the lookout. He angrily kicked a rock over the edge, watched as it tumbled down.

It shouldn't have surprised him that Duncan would do this. Get Scott for being gay even if he was clearly less than straight himself. And now by tomorrow everyone else would know. Everyone would know what a freak he was. Wouldn't matter what he said. Everyone would know how wrong and twisted…

Everything was out of control so easily. Duncan was the cause for all of it. He was losing control and Duncan was the crux of that.

By tomorrow he would have lost everything. He wouldn't be a leader or a friend or an example…not even a secret lover. There would be nothing left because he had let Duncan come in and take the control from him.

His hand tightened to a fist at his sides. There had to be a way to stop this. To stop this downward spiral that he found himself on. To stop Duncan from taking over and ruining everything. To get control back.

The crunch of boots on gravel told him someone was there. He didn't need to turn to know who it was. He'd known Duncan would come. To apologize? Maybe if he did it would have fixed everything.

"Thinking about killing yourself now, Summers? Didn't realize you were so sensitive." He stepped closer behind Scott, speaking in his customary patronizing tone. He didn't even sound like he cared. Seemed amused by the idea.

Scott merely clenched his hand a bit harder, the other still hanging from the cast. He spoke through gritted teeth. "What do you want, Duncan?"

Full press of Duncan suddenly along his back and he couldn't stop himself from gasping. Had to force himself not to lean back as Duncan spoke close to his ear. "Take a guess."

His hand slipped around over Scott's hip, cupped the front of his jeans. Scott had to force back a moan. Dropped his hand to hover over Duncan's in a moment of hesitation before taking hold of it and roughly forcing it away. He spun to face Duncan shoving him back with a hand to his chest.

"No."

Duncan only rocked back a step from the push. Raised an eyebrow at Scott's refusal. "No?" He still sounded amused. As though Scott were playing some joke. Stepped back up to him but was met with Scott's hand back on his chest, keeping him away.

Scott scowled at him. "Back off, Duncan."

Duncan only smirked. Drew fingers along Scott's arm in a supposedly tempting touch. "What's the big deal, Summers? I know you want this." He glanced pointedly down at Scott's jeans.

"I'm not gay." He refused to be. And if it wasn't for Duncan he wouldn't be.

Duncan rolled his eyes at the denial. "By tomorrow everybody is going to know it."

"No they won't."

"How do you-"The heavy plaster cast on Scott's hand slammed into the side of his head, cutting his words off and this time Duncan did stagger back. Before he could gather himself Scott swung the cast again into. Duncan dropped to the ground with a groan, hands raised to cradle his head.

Scott stood over him for a moment sneer on his face before turning to walk away. "They won't know. And this… whatever the fuck this is, this is done." He ignored Duncan still on the ground as he walked to the trees. Grabbed hold of a branch and wrenched it off in his hand. "I will make sure of that."

Duncan's eyes grew larger as he watched Scott walk back, branch in hand. "Jesus, Summers…" He sounded scared. Scott reveled in it. No one would know about him. Duncan would be out of the picture and his life could go back to normal. Perfect leader, perfect student… Just perfect.

"You ruined everything. Me and Jean." He brought the branch down over Duncan. Thick and heavy it cracked against his knee and Duncan cried out in pain. "Any chance I had at leading." The branch collided with Duncan's head with a sickening crack. Duncan slumped to the ground, dazed pleading eyes staring up at Scott. Scott could only feel his rage increase.

"Scott…"

"Shut up. You're going to say my name now? And that's going to make a difference?" He was disgusted. Nothing would make a difference now. Nothing would stop what Duncan had started. He brought the branch down on him again. And again.

The distant sound of a motorbike reached him. He ignored it. Duncan was unconscious at his feet. He didn't stop. Because he was dirty and wrong and twisted… And it was Duncan's fault.

The bike's distant purr became a sudden roar and strong hands were pulling him back. Away from Duncan. He struggled to get back. The branch was torn from his hands and he was shoved back with enough force to knock him to the dirt. A metal claw was waved in his face.

"You stay there, kid." Logan didn't even bother to wait and see if Scott would do as he said. Turned to Duncan and swore under his breath. He spoke quickly into the comm. Calling for an ambulance. Scott stayed where he was and listened.

It was a moment before Logan turned back to Scott. Barely disguised look of shocked disappointment on his face. "You wanna tell me what the hell this is about?"

Scott shook his head, looked down speaking in a barely audible voice that he knew Logan would here. "He ruined everything."

"Looks to me like you did a pretty good job of that on your own." Shaking his head he turned back to Duncan. Ignored Scott as he did what he could for the boy. Scott watched in silence.

He had ruined everything.

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