Feral Compulsion
"Chapter Four"
A week had passed since the duo had been introduced to Jean. They had stuck to their own room, conversing to themselves and eating meals with Jean. Logan found he could think clearly around the redhead, and Harry had informed Logan that he had pressure in his chest of excitement when she was due to visit. Logan had chalked that up to being stuffed in a room, even if the said room did have an en suite bathroom and enough room for them to roll on the floor.
Jean had said this morning that they could come out into the living room and watch movies with the students who were staying for the summer, but currently, both Logan and Harry were huddled on the bed facing each other. Logan with an arm around Harry's shoulder and a leg over the crook in his knees securing the younger feral closer to him for comfort. Logan had found out early into their captivity together that Harry craved any touch, but wouldn't willingly seek it out. One of the hotter nights he had somehow slept like this accidentally with Harry and found him snug up against him in the cutest position. If anyone heard him say that, he'd punch them.
Murmuring reassurances to Harry as the younger feral fought his anxiety of facing other people, Logan kept reminding his mate that he'd be with him the whole time. Knowing he had to wait for Harry to make his move and not force him, he held his breath as Harry worried his lip again. He'd been doing so for the last hour.
"What's a movie?" Harry asked suddenly, voicing one of the objects of his worry.
"It's like Television, but longer and the story is told in the entire movie. Not in bits like TV." Logan explained. Having gotten used to Harry asking what the most normal of things are.
"TV?!" Harry gasped. "That's American. How did I not know you're American. You sound normal to me."
Here Logan paused. Wondering how Harry, a person of similar American accent would question his nationality. Especially after having spent almost over two years together in a lab. Suddenly a thought came to him. "Harry, we're in America. . ." Unsure if Harry's healing would have slowed his aging as his own had he dared for a dangerous question after watching Harry's face pale at his statement. "How old were you when you were taken by The Labs?"
Logan was shocked instead of an answer, Harry shrugged his arm off his shoulder and turned away from him as he hugged his arms around his waist. A gesture Logan knew meant he was uncomfortable. "Harry it's gonna be okay. Talking about stuff doesn't always feel nice when you do it, but it helps." Logan said to the smaller boys back. Not daring to reach out for him, knowing the submissive had a determination in him a mile high. He always hated being on the receiving end of Harry's sharp Vibranium nails.
After waiting a few moments to give Harry time to respond, Logan turned on his back and stared out the open window at the head of their bed that brought in most of the light in their room. It was mid-day and he could hear a few people of various ages doing who knows what outside. He could also hear the sounds of splashing from a pool. He'd love to get Harry outside. First, he had to get him out of this room and the problem stemmed from him and however long he had been captive at the Labs. He understood that Harry was probably afraid of the number of people who were here. He just wished he could help him.
"I. . .don't-," Harry started, cutting his sentence short as he noticed he had stopped breathing in the middle of it. Admitting this to someone who actually cared seemed to be just as hard as trying not to throw up on his Aunt's pristine floor from having scarfed up bad food from the trash. He couldn't seem to make what he wanted to come out, actually come out.
"You don't what?" Logan asked in question.
"I don't know how old I am," Harry said slowly, still facing away from Logan. "You keep asking how long I was there, but I don't even know how old I was when my Uncle sold me to them."
"You're uncle sold you to The Lab's when you were a baby?!" Logan asked in shock. He himself knew he was over 200 years old. He had spent his childhood very sheltered until he accidentally killed his own father, who didn't have a healing factor, thinking the man who raised him and Victor was his father for years. After that incident, he had run away from his home town, but Victor had come with him. They had spent decades together, just the two of them.
"No, I was older than that." Harry deadpanned. "My cousin was just leaving his first year of school for the summer."
"Do you know the difference in age between you and your cousin, perhaps?" Logan asked, hoping they could pinpoint a starting point. He had heard the owner of this school, Professor Xavier, was a skilled Telepath. Omega, even. Logan was an Alpha, himself and used to love rubbing his brother's nose in the fact that he was a double Alpha while Victor was classed as a Beta. The older man having been overcome with a few physical feral changes to date. Logan would put his money on Harry being a Beta or Gamma. He had noticed since they had arrived at this mutant school that when they had shaved Harry's massively matted hair that Harry's ears were pointed at the top. His fingernails also always came to a dagger point. He'd kill for those threatening silver nails. His stupid slice and dice mechanism was internal. He knew, even with Harry's Vibranium nails being external, the kid still had the metal fuzed to his skeleton.
At one point Harry had informed Logan that they scientists at the lab were trying to recreate the genetically perfect Weapon X. Harry had found out through their stupid mouths, and their belief that they thought he was literally dumb when they talked in droves around him. Logan hadn't had that happen with him, sadly.
"Dudley and I are the same age, there is no difference." Logan heard Harry reply in a soft tone. He wasn't able to keep a rumbled growl from escaping from him when he thought of Harry being sold by a family member at the age of 6. Mutations don't even show until the person is in their teens. There was something extremely fishy about this.
Hearing the growl from the bigger man, Harry quickly squirmed his way into his side trying to comfort him. They really hadn't had anything but themselves for nearly 2 years, and they lived off body language and contact out of habit.
"I'm scared. . ." Harry said, peering up at Logan's whiskered filled face and untamed hair just in time to catch him also staring down at him. Emerald eyes met steel blue and Harry knew as long as he had Logan with him. He'd be able to do this.
"I got 'chya, Harry. I'm not going anywhere." Logan said in reassurance. Leaning down and placing his nose and mouth in Harry's hair he couldn't help but inhale the intoxicating aroma of the smaller male. He needed to know just now that everything was ok. Even he got scared sometimes too.
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A.N. - I know it's been a while since I've updated my stories, but I've never been one to have a schedule for my updates. I'm planning on updated 2 Smallville / Xover stories soon, as well as Family. Feral Compulsion is getting the love right now though. If you don't have something nice to say don't say it at all. This is for entertainment. And Guest who keeps reviewing that this a gay shit fic obviously doesn't read it. ROFL!
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