Chapter 4-Complications in Secrecy
Light hurt. As Taylor opened his eyes, he was made aware of this fact. He woke up on a small, slightly propped up, gurney, in the small med-lab on the Blackbird. His vital signs were being monitored. The annoying beeping that occurred with each heartbeat even bothered him. Slowly lifting himself into a sitting position, Taylor glanced over to the small single chair. Logan was uncomfortably slumped over the arm, asleep. Logan, wake up. Sending rather frightening images into Logan's head, he woke up quickly. Once he noticed Taylor, Logan's demeanor changed from one of fear and worry, to one of happiness and relief. Taylor could feel the change. Quickly moving to Taylor's side, Logan was now standing next to the bed. "So, sleeping beauty, you're finally awake."
"How long have I been out?"
"Almost two days."
"Two days! Wait…shouldn't we be at the mansion already?"
"Well normally yeah, but Kurt thought that our normal, quick route, of skipping on the upper atmosphere wouldn't be to good for your body. So we're flying the normal way, the slow way."
"That sucks, I'm sorry."
"Don't be, you were awesome, you defeated…well…everyone ."
"Oh, right, that's while I feel like shit. God, my head hurts."
"It should, you used up all your energy to kill Sabretooth, Mystique, and Toad. A feat that we've been trying to accomplish for years."
"Guess I don't know my own strength." As true as that statement was, it still seemed funny. Taylor began to laugh but, still being weak, began to cough. His coughing increased into a fit as his mouth began to shoot out small spurts of blood. Logan wrapped his arm around Taylor. "Taylor, hold on. Breathe." Taylor began to breathe heavily, but slowing his coughing, none-the-less. "Wow, ok, that hurt…at lot. So add laughing to my 'Not Do' list." "You're practically dying, but you still have the energy to be witty." Taylor smiled weakly. "Well, I got to do something to help myself heal." "It's Ok, I'll help ya heal." Grabbing a small rag, Logan began to clean up the small traces of blood. Once done he hugged Taylor sympathetically. "No Logan don't." "Don't what? Its just blood." "No, don't help me. I don't want you…well anyone…to think I'm, like, weak." "Taylor, you are not weak. When I see you, I see a very handsome and brave adult, who needs some help occasionally." Taylor's eyes lit up. "Really?" "That's all I've ever seen, from the moment I met you. So don't worry, I'll help you in any way." Reaching out, Taylor pulled Logan into him and kissed him. He knew, at that moment, that it wasn't just another crush.
When they got back to the mansion everyone wanted to know how Taylor was doing. Pushing through, with Logan's hand in his, Taylor simply spewed the same line. "I just need some rest, I'll be fine in the morning, really." As they acsended the stairs, Logan began to resist Taylor's pull. "Taylor where are we going." "Logan, just come on." They reached Logan's room and Taylor pushed him inside. The door was shut and locked by Taylor who turned towards Logan. Logan folded his arms, half in protest and half in wonder. "Kid, whatcha doin'?" "Shut up, Logan." He slammed Logan against the wall and kissed him thoroughly. Taylor moved one of his legs between Logan's and pressed down on the other man's groin. Moving his leg up and down with a thrusting motion, he could feel Logan through the leather of his own suit, and knew he wasn't the only one who would be satisfied with a few more kisses. Logan pulled Taylor closer for another kiss, this one deeper and less tentative than before. His hands, meanwhile, roamed Taylor's muscular body, searching for the zipper that would allow him to peel the younger man's leather suit off. Taylor's hands did a little exploring of their own. Logan was already stripping. "Taylor, you sure..." Logan threw out the words between kisses. "I'm sure." Taylor took a deep breath, allowing Logan to catch up to Taylor. "Logan, I think, I think I might've fallen in love with you." Logan spun them around, pushing his body into the one of his soon-to-be lovers. Logan kissed him again, biting him on the neck softly. Taylor arched his body into Logan's seeking more friction. "Next question, Should we be doing this?" "Shut up, Logan." Logan spun them around and pushed Taylor back on to the bed. Logan pulled the rest of Taylor's clothes off, taking in the pleasing sight of his lover naked. "You're beautiful, you know that, don't you?" "Logan, will you please just shut up." "No! I'm complementing you, live with it, its called foreplay." Taylor smiled and began to run his tongue down Logan's thigh. "No, this is foreplay." "Huh, wow, yours is so much better." Logan trembled slightly as Taylor proceeded to the other thigh. "Now, Logan? Can we get back to this?" Logan laughed and pounced on him, kissing and sucking his mouth while his hands explored. He could feel hands exploring his own body, running over the lines and curves, learning how he felt. He pulled away from the mouth and started to explore. Taylor playfully licked his lips as Logan extended his claws. Logan's blades carefully traced a line from Taylor's waist to his knee before they sank back into his knuckles with a sigh of metal on metal. Taylor shivered in enjoyment. Then, he traced his way with teeth and tongue over the fine bones of his face, across the sharp chin and graceful throat, down the smooth chest to the shallow dip of the navel, then along the narrow hips to the hardness between them. "Logan where you been all my life?" Wolverine laughed and grabbed both legs pulling Taylor up into his lap. "Been right beside you, all you had to do was reach out and touch. What happened to not talking?" They both laughed. He wrapped his arms around his lover and lifted him up into a sitting position against his own broad chest. Taylor's arms wrapped around Logan's neck as his legs encircled the older man's waist. "I'm touching now, Logan, I may not let go." "Suits me, Kid." Taylor was pretty sure that Logan would not gut him in the morning, or pretend this never happened, nor would he run away if he wanted this to be more than a friendly trust. "I never saw you even look at a guy before." "You thought about me before?" "I'll never tell that." The kid's teasing voice suddenly changed and his scent with it. He bent to kiss Logan, burying his hands in the wild tangle of dark hair. "Lets do this." There was a brief moment of unease as Logan laid him back down and positioned himself to enter his lover's body. The unease lasted only a moment though. Logan stretched out over him and whispered gently into his sweat soaked hair, "Don't be afraid." "I not afraid, Logan. I want you." Logan pushed inside him, carefully, trying to go slow enough to minimize the pain. The kid was so hot and tight, it was harder to maintain control than he had imagined. It felt like heaven. Beneath him, Taylor felt as if he were being ripped apart until at last, Logan was resting deep inside him, he relaxed his death grip on his lover's shoulders. The shifting was almost more than Logan could resist, he shuddered deeply holding back his own climax. After the initial pain, the sensation of being filled, desired, and protected was incredible. Logan moved slowly at first, in long, easy strokes until Taylor was rising to meet each thrust. The sounds and scents were quickly eroding Logan's control. The rhythm grew more frenzied, his strokes more powerful. He worried about hurting the younger man, but Taylor was meeting him motion for motion and crying out his name in undisguised pleasure. Taylor's fingernails were biting into Logan's back, but the scratches would heal almost before they were made. Taylor cried out once more and pushed down hard driving Logan even deeper inside the fiery heat. Hot tremors ran through Taylor's entire body. Logan could not hold back any longer. He gently withdrew and collapsed onto the bed beside the younger man pulling him into his arms. He smoothed the wet hair back from the handsome face. Taylor's eyes looked up into his sky blue ones. Logan laughed. "You're gonna feel that tomorrow." "I'm feeling it now. I don't care though. I love you, I trust you." Logan wrapped his arms around Taylor. "I love you too. I never thought I'd say that to anyone." "You've done this before haven't you?" "Yeah, I have." Logan sat up slightly. "You had, hadn't you?" Taylor knodded his head. "Yeah, but not in comparison." He smiled again and kissed Taylor again, long deep and gentle, trying to convey his love. Apparently Taylor felt it. "I do love you."
"Do you think we could stay like this forever?"
"Why Logan, I never saw you as the romantic sort." Taylor's voice was slightly teasing, but it was comfortable, almost saying yes in itself.
"I never have been. But there's something about ya... Well, could we?"
Taylor turned and kissed him again. "I hope so. You aren't ever leaving me, right?" "Never." "Good." They fell asleep feeling their thudding hearts slowly begin to slow down.
Logan watched water and soap flow down the naked body of his young lover. As Taylor reached his dripping hand out into the cold air of the tiled bathroom, Logan proceeded to hand him a towel. "Thank you." Taylor stepped out of the shower and proceeded to wrap it around his waist. Logan laughed. Puzzled, Taylor walked up to him and put his arms around his new love. "What?" "What's with the towel?" "What do you mean?" "Well, its nothing that I haven't seen." Pushing him off Taylor began to dry. But after that, Logan seemed to be really quiet. "Logan? Are you okay?" As Taylor looked up, Logan snapped out of a short trance "What? Um…Yeah, why?"
"You seem...I don't know, tired or something."
"Well, We didn't get much sleep" Logan laughed a little bit.
"I know." Taylor smiled in response.
Logan grew quiet again. "Logan, what?"
"Well…oh! How are ya doin' from yesterday?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, like with your powers and stuff."
"Oh, I'm fine, good as new." He shot a short burst of electricity from one hand to another, demonstrating his "okayness."
"Good." Once again Logan grew quiet. "Logan, please, just say it." "Ok. Taylor, try not to tell anybody about us. Ok?"
"Why? Are you …? Do you not…?" Taylor's face became hurt and child-like. Quickly, Logan grabbed him, lifted his chin up and kissed him gently. "No, god no." He kissed him again, hard and meaningful. "It's just that, well...you know old Cyke, he'll get all weird on us." "I guess you're right….oh my god! Cyclops!" Snapping his head around, he looked over at the clock. "Oh, shit!" Taylor ran into the room, still wet, and began to get dressed, borrowing Logan's clothes. (Even though they were too big.) "Fuck, class started a half-hour ago!" Taylor finished dressing and ran up to Logan, feeling his chest and kissing him thoroughly. Logan returned the kiss with an even hotter fuller one, pulling Taylor in again. Taylor went on, pulling Logan's shirt off again. "Wait! Logan!" "C'mon." "No I have to go." "You sure you can't?" "I can't, I have full classes today, so keep yourself busy, until four," Taylor kissed him lightly. "Later." Taylor ran out the door. Logan smiled "Got to admire the kid's….enthusiasm."
Very late, and very tired, Taylor ran into Scott's morning class, 45 minutes late, and quietly took a seat. Hoping that he wouldn't be seen, Taylor snuck into a seat in the back, while Scott's back was to him. "Taylor..." Scott turned around, he obviously knew. "...Why are you late?" "I'm Sorry, it won't happen again." Taylor was almost pleading with him. "No it won't, see me after class." Great. "Now class..." Scott continued like nothing happened, while Taylor endured snickering and giggles from the other students at his lame attempt to lie. Taylor noticed Gambit, who seemed to be the only one not amused by him. Trying to get his attention, Taylor smiled and looked into his deep red eyes. Gambit did nothing, and turned away. It became the longest thirty minutes of Taylor's life. The bell rang, signaling the children's freedom and they all began to run. After everyone had left Taylor walked up to Scott. "What's up?" He tried to sound cheerful. Scott crossed his arms; apparently it didn't work. "Why were you late?"
"Scott I'm so sorry, I woke up late."
"Its Mr. Summers right now, Taylor."
"But…"
"No, there are many things that I can handle, but tardiness is not one of them."
"But…"
"No 'but'. What if this had been a life or death mission?"
"But it wasn't, its just some stupid class!"
"I'm glad you take your work seriously."
"Scott, that's not what I meant…I mean, I didn't mean…"
"What were you doing that made you wake up late?"
"I was...um...busy."
"Doing what?"
"...um…well….that is to say, I was playing…cards."
"Alone?"
"No..um..."
"With who?"
"With Logan."
"With Logan? Why with Logan?"
"Why not?"
"You expect me to believe that you were playing cards with Logan at midnight and that is why you are late to my class."
"Well, yeah."
"Why? Couldn't stop a card game?"
"Well, maybe it was more than a card game."
"What was it?" Scott's tone was harsh and angry, making Taylor feel very insignificant. He had never seen this side of Scott before.
"It was a "role-playing" game." Taylor couldn't help but laugh at his sentence.
"What? Why are you laughing? This is a serious matter!"
"Calm down, Cyke, What do you care what we were doing? We just didn't get much sleep last night, okay, we were busy."
Scott's expression went blank. "What did you call me?"
"Right, sorry, Mr. Summers."
"No what did you just call me in your sentence?"
"Um…Cyke, why?"
"Who did you hear that from?"
"Logan, why?"
"Because he only calls me that when he's in a "good" mood."
"So?"
"You don't understand..." Scott's expression turned sour. "... Logan is happy when one of three things occurs. One, he kills somebody he doesn't like."
"That's exaggerating a litt…"
"He hasn't been on a mission in three days."
"Right, fine."
"Two, he gets completely drunk."
"But he can never get…"
"We have no alcohol here."
"Where are you going with this?"
"Or three..." Scott stopped and a shocked expression covered his face.
"What? What's three?"
"...sex."
Taylor eyes went wide, he was officially freaking. Scott had figured out what happened last night. "You can't tell a soul!"
"How could you two do that?"
"Well, actually…"
"Don't answer that!"
"You asked."
"Taylor, I forbid you from…"
"You what? Forbid me to what? Forbid me to fuck Logan's brains out? Is that what you forbid me from doing?"
"Taylor!"
Taylor began to think, then it hit him. "Scott I'd keep your mouth shut or I'll tell everyone about your little, how should I put this, indoor excursions."
Scott's power quickly faded. "What do you mean?"
"Well, I remember a few nights ago. I heard some passionate noises. So, I went to go check it out. And it led me to the kitchen where I heard your name." Taylor was now grinning from ear to ear and Scott was freaking
"Who did you hear say it?" Scott tentatively asked, afraid of the answer.
"How should I put this, I heard the voice of a one accented pointy-eared fellow." Scott fell back into his chair. "So don't tell anyone about me and Logan, Ok Cyke?" Taylor left the room, still grinning widely. Blackmail is fun.
Taylor casually walked down the hallway, satisfied with his victory over his older teammate. Noticing Gambit walking out in the courtyard, he ran to catch his friend. "Gambit! Hey, mon ami." He tried to imitate Gambit's accent but was very unsuccessful. "Whats up? You okay?" "Gambit fine." Taylor really liked Gambit referring to himself in third person, he thought it was cute. Gambit stopped at a bench and sat Taylor down. "What's wrong?" Gambit leaned in a kissed Taylor. "Did you feel anyting'?" Taylor knew he did. "Definitely." Gambit laughed. "Figures, but I doesn' matte' though."
"Why?"
"Gambit saw you and Logan the othe' night."
"What do you mean?"
"At da club."
"Jasper's, you were there?"
"Yeah, I go to see you, kinda surprise ya, and I see you kissin Wolverine." Taylor had completely forgot about Gambit that night and last night.
"Oh, that. Look Gambit…"
"Gambit don' wanna know. Go, be wit' Logan." He stood and walked off. Taylor knew it was pointless to follow, he was upset and would have to adjust. Great way to screw up a relationship Taylor. Good job. Taylor stood up, and strangely got woozy. "Whoa." He stumbled and sat back down, his head was spinning. Slowly, Taylor stood and began to walk to the bathroom.
After Taylor had left Logan got into the shower. The water did feel good, cold and refreshing. "Hope old Cyke isn't to hard on him." After wrapping a towel around his waist he walked back into the bedroom. Since they hadn't really slept, he decided that it was a good time to catch up. He was free till four. I don't have anything to do till then so… He pulled the sheets back and laid down. He looked over to where his young friend had been sleeping that night, and as he moved up the indention with his hand, he felt something. Turning to see what his discovery was, he saw a small spatter of blood. "Shit." No wonder Taylor was so anal about making the bed himself. He jumped out of bed and walked over to the other side of the bed. Bending down, he sniffed the air and the sheet, imediatly he knew that it was Taylor's. "Oh no…God, I knew he was still weak." He leaned against the wall and buried his face in his hands. He couldn't help but blaming himself. Just as he sighed, a figured ran into the doorway. "Logan, what time are we...oh my god, what is that?" Logan did remember, he had promised Betsy Braddock to spar. Betsy, or Elisabeth, was a highly trained telepath with the grace of a dancer and the skill and body of a Japanese assassin. Her thickly accented British voice, gave away her origins, and her bright purple hair and tight fitting purple outfit gave away her job. She had been a model, and her beauty was almost unmatched, as was her skill in martial arts. "Logan, what is that?" "It's Blood." "Who's?" "Taylor's." Grabbing Logan she pulled him into the hall, she was very strong. "Well, you can't keep drowning in your blame, help me find him, so this doesn't happen again." "Your right." "I know I am." She began to run down the hall. "You check his room and the other dorms, I'll check the classes." "Betsy!" She stopped running and turned to face him, her hair falling gently over her face. "Yes?" "Thank you…" "I know, now go!" As she turned the corner, he took off towards Taylor's room.
Taylor slowly trudged into his bedroom, he decided to simply skip his next class, Kurt would forgive him. "God, I'm tired." Locking his door, he collapsed on his bed, weak from the surmounting events of the past few days. Using his powers started hurting him more and more, he could barely lift a glass of water to his lips, with his mind. As he drifted into a slumber, a small creaking alerted him to a presence in the room. He could sense someone, but in his weak state, there was little more he could sense. "Hello?" Taylor heard nothing. "Logan? Gambit? Kitty?" He still heard nothing. Hearing the noise again, he decided to be ready. He got up and moved over to look to the other side of the bed, nothing was there. Taylor wasn't sure, but he knew someone was there. Slowly he moved back to the other side, lying back into place. As soon as he laid down to sleep, they appeared. Several large men, hidden with some sort of mechanical device and equipped with helmets to hinder telepathy, probably thanks to Magneto, lunged at Taylor. Flying up, Taylor kicked one from his bed, slamming him into the dresser. The dresser snapped under the man's body weight, and the man seemed disabled for a little while. The other two men grabbed Taylor's feet, pulling him down onto the floor. Screaming, Taylor felt his ribs crack as one of them kicked him hard in the stomach. The other man proceeded to wrap Taylor in some sort of carpet. Trying to struggle, but in too much pain to affect his captors, Taylor began to scream. The last thing he remembered was a large metal bar hitting him, as he was knocked unconscious.
Logan ran faster than he's ever ran, to Taylor's room. Knocking on the door, he hoped that Taylor would just open the door and be fine. When no one answered, Logan knew something was wrong. Stepping back a few steps Logan rammed the door, shattering it into several wooden fragments. "Taylor?" The room was a mess. The dresser had been torn into pieces, the bed was overturned, and almost everything was broken. Clothes and small collectables of Taylor's were scattered over the floor, and glass surrounded the walls, as each window had been broken. Sniffing the air, strong images of a fight and a struggle filled his sensory nerves. He could smell Taylor's sweat and fear. Once again, pushing his body to it's max, Logan ran through the halls, trying to reach Professor Xavier's office. As he slammed through the door, Ororo, Scott and Jean, stood up, slightly startled by the event. "Logan, what's wrong?" Logan was trying to catch his breath, but even with his healing abilities, his speed had taken a lot out of him. "It's… Taylor..." Breathing between words, everyone knew something was wrong. Professor Xavier dropped his tea, as he scanned Logan's mind. They all turned to him. "Professor, what?" Ororo was now thoroughly freaked out. "Xavier, what about Taylor?" "He's been kidnapped."
