A/N: This chapter was to be uploaded butI had some trouble trying and then we were hit with storm tracker alerts as well as flood alerts since all it did for the week was rain (I live by a river and half the people living on that same river were hit bad)...But now that things seem better with no rain and cleanup, I'm finally getting this chapter up:)

Warning for some: there will be amild to littlesex scene here...either skim through quickly or go to the next chapter (But that too will have some type of sexual situation but also very mild)...To everyone else: here's the long awaited Logan/Harry chapter you've all been clamoring for from me...Enjoy:)

Chapter Fifteen

Two ferals were facing each other, covered in blood, even the ground was slick. From his advantage point in the trees, which he took refuge the minute he could hear the snarls, Cyclops watched the circling before. His eyes widened at the sight a naked Harry, that would explain the torn gown. He had found the white-blue hospital gown about two feet inside.

Then again, Harry wasn't the only barely dressed body. Logan's uniform was hanging in rags, scraps hiding almost nothing on his body, even his gloves and boots seemed to be missing. He blinked when said boots flew towards Logan's head, metal claws slicing them aside. Another thing Cyclops noticed was the fatigued surrounding the feral Wolverine. The Canadian was fighting with instinct and sheer will, never willingly gives up, no matter the odds.

Down below, Sheik had noticed the same thing. His Mate was tiring, his breath coming in pants. The end was coming near. He hoped soon since constant use of his healing and magic were taxing his body. He gathered his reserves to keep the advantaged. Wolverine snarled in frustration. He had to do something and soon. He needed to pin his mate while struggling against the waves of power. But both silently agreed the fight had to end shortly, which could be the reason as to why Sheik dove into the thick, muscular body of Wolverine.

Wolverine rolled with his mate's struggling body. Rough hands wrapped around flailing wrists, claws digging in the ground as legs straddled over those slim hips, pinning his mate upon his back. He leered down in to silver eyes as Sheik twisted and turned, teeth gnashing wildly. Wolverine shifted with each twist, using his heavy metal bones to keep the feline beneath him. He grinned as his mate slowly began relaxing. Eyes narrowed at the high-pitched whimper, zeroing on the arched throat being bared to him in an act of submitting.

Knowing his mate was finally his, Wolverine retracted his claws, leaning back on his knees. Rough hands prodded the slender body to roll over, yanking harshly on the golden hips until his mate rose to a kneeling position. Keening cries spilt from his mate as Sheik bowed his head, falling forward onto elbows. One large hand tore away the rest of his rags as Wolverine positioned himself closer to the kneeling body. Grasping those tempting hips with both hands, he yanked his mate back into his savage thrust, burying his aching member into a tight, hot sheath.

Cyclops' mouth dropped in shocked as he stared at his friend savagely thrusting against the smaller body. He held tightly to the branches next to him, breathing hard as he couldn't tear his eyes from the harsh coupling. Damn! Eyes watched as Logan's hands gripped tighter to the small hips, knowing there'd be bruises later. He kept watching over the whining Harry, arching his back into every hard thrust, watching Logan lean down over the boy, snarls falling free. He winced as those sharp teeth latched onto a bared throat, biting down hard as several drops of blood escaped.

Wolverine's roar of completion echoed through the forest, mixing with the howl exploding from his mate. His mouth flooded with the taste of his mate's coppery blood. He followed his mate to the ground, sated and exhausted. He languidly lapped at the claiming mark on his mate's throat, feeling the vibrating purr of contentment. As he came down from his high of pleasure, he handed over control. Logan blinked, pausing in his licking. Harry arched into his body, forcing him deeper into that hot tunnel, purring. He growled lowly, continuing to lap at the slowly bleeding mark, "Mine now, darlin'."

"Yes!" Harry hissed as Sheik retreated back into his mind. He moaned as various sensations raced through his sore but satisfied body. "Mmm, feels good."

Cyclops hated to interrupt but he really didn't want to witness another scenario, "Bravo, gentlemen."

Logan swiftly pulled from Harry's body, ignoring the hiss and mewl of pain. Snikt! His claws were freed, ready for any enemy, when Scott dropped from a tree, one hand holding his mate's hospital gown. "Cyke."

Cyclops forced himself to refrain from staring. "Logan, Harry."

Harry gently rolled to his back, arching his back to stretch his abused muscles. "And you risked fatalities because?"

"I must."

Harry fluidly rose, stalking towards a seemingly calm leader. "Why are you here?" Magic around him whispered, Take his place. It's why he's come.

Child, listen. He fears for them. He cares.

Destroy him. Make them learn. Make him learn. Harry struggled on the gray path, had all his life. Like Mother Nature, his magic was torn in two, loving and cruel. He listened closely to the voice of the Mother beneath the whispers of nature. He listened and learned, eager for the truth.

"Harry?" Logan eyed his mate closely, not liking the tensed muscles.

A slow smile crossed the golden features, "You came to me instead of fighting."

Cyclops glared at the smug feline, "I won't endanger the team."

Harry smirked before diving towards Cyclops, pinning him to the blood soaked ground. He yanked aside the visor without warning but Cyclops already had his eyes closed, not wanting a visual of his possible punishment. "You won't." Logan moved closer, he could feel the worry drifting off his mate. Curious, he replaced the battle visor and stared into it. Cyclops worried for his team with every new member. He kept a close eye on them all, even those with questionable loyalties. Every member had a past, made mistakes, but Cyclops truly believed in second chances. He believed that the X-men were trying to defend the helpless and prove they weren't dangerous all the time. He believed one day everyone would live in society without worry. "So proud, Cyclops. Willing to die for you team. Why should I let you live?"

"I don't know. I'm willing to give them the leader they need."

Harry rose to his feet, leaving a stunned Scott on the ground. "Don't want it. You're willing to do whatever it takes to keep them safe and we're willing to let you live." The Hybrid in him saw Cyclops as the Alpha leader. Sheik was willing to step down from leadership and become an Alpha warrior to help protect the pride.

"Ya done, bub? Like ta get a shower soon." Blue eyes glanced at his mate, "Then again, get dressed, boy. I don't share."

Scott snickered as he accepted a hand, being pulled to his feet. He held out the tattered gown, "Here." He raised a brow as Logan quickly fashioned a couple loin cloths for them, "Guess it's better then nothing until you can get inside."

"Need a long, hot, steamy shower." With those words, Harry bounced away. Cyclops laughed at the warring looks on his friends face.

"Damn." Logan wanted nothing more than to drag his mate back to the forest floor.

"You will see Hank, right? He's been asking for you."

"Yea, Cyke. I'll drag th' kid there." Logan didn't need a doctor. All he needed was clean clothes, hot shower, and a beer. Probably a cigar or two as well. Then again he had forgotten that Harry drew attention to him without meaning to. Swearing, he tore after his mate, leaving behind a highly amused Scott, who followed a more sedated speed.