Feral Compulsion
"Chapter Seven"
Their room was in complete shambles. The queen size bed pushed up against the door to the bathroom, half the sheets falling off the mattress. The dresser that held their new clothes was cracked in half and there was a shattered lamp on the floor.
Logan couldn't see anything other than the destroyed room greeting him before his fatigued mind and body won out, and he passed out with his head on Harry's leg. Who was still out from last night's escapades and hadn't woken up yet. Logan's last flittering thought was that he wished he had more than just a scrap of his pants around his leg.
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Waking again around late afternoon, Logan was shocked to see the sun on the other side of the horizon. Had they really given them privacy? He was a tiny bit touched by the sentiment.
Crawling to hoist himself up on the bed, Logan shakily made his way to the bathroom. First, he had to roll the bed away from the door without hitting Harry. Which proved to be harder said than done, as the boy was nearly splaying his legs with his arms bent at his sides.
Stumbling to the bathroom, Logan grabbed the cup that sat on the sink and filled it with cold water. He needed to wake Harry up so they could get dressed and go eat. He didn't know how long they had been laying on the floor, but he knew the kid had to be famished and exhausted.
Slowly he marched his way into the room and just dumped the whole contents of the cup straight on Harry's face. Completely not stopping to realize that the cup was 5 feet above the fatigued male.
The reaction was something Logan was not expecting. Harry raised his arms and legs into his body so he was laying on his back still but in a weird fetal position. Logan could see he was holding his breath in shock, expecting something that wasn't going to happen.
"Harry. . ." Logan said. Not able to crouch to get close to the younger male. "Harry, you're ok. There's no one here."
Suddenly Harry's limbs dropped to the ground and he began gasping for air staring wide-eyed at Logan.
"I'm sorry," Logan said softly as he hoisted his partner to his feet. Secretly glad the younger male was light. He didn't know if he had the strength to lift a normal person right now. "we need to get dressed, and get something to eat. We can shower later. We really need to eat something. . . "
Harry wanted to agree with him but knew better than to ask for food. Food was a privilege, not a right. So far they'd been lenient with him and Logan. He didn't want to do anything to ruin that. He knew asking for more food than he was given would result in a punishment. Good thing he had a collection of things from other meals under the bed for when they did punish them. He just hoped he could get enough hidden away for both him and Logan before it happened.
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The duo made it downstairs and into the large kitchen rather slowly and hadn't run into anyone on their trek. Logan had to remember it was summer vacation, and not every student was here. Possibly not every teacher.
After leading hair to a barstool near a kitchenette, Logan began looking through the fridge. He was elated to find something like what he was looking for. It wasn't exactly it, but it would do. Grabbing two plates, Logan began searching for a cutting board so he could cut the roast into two servings. This thing was huge. It definitely was not intended for just one of them.
Before he could give up his conquest and use one of the ceramic plates, a slender woman with striking features walked in unaware that they were in the kitchenette. "Oh. Hello!" She said smoothly, glancing once at Harry then landing her gaze on Logan as he was the definite leader of the two. "I'm Ororo Munroe. I had heard we had new residents. It's nice to finally meet you guys with my own eyes!"
Ororo seemed unfazed when the grizzled man seemed to grunt at her greeting and then landed a raw beef roast on a plate in front of her on the counter. "You have a cutting board?" He asked simply.
Not missing a beat as if the man's gruff demeanor hadn't fazed her, or she was just used to weird mutant quirks; Ororo reached above the stove and moved something to the right. Somewhere Logan couldn't see and pulled a cutting board out.
"That is the worst place for a cutting board, you know that?" Logan said as he slapped the roast on the now acquired board and before Ororo could ask if he needed a knife, he slew a blade from his knuckles and slowly bent over the counter cut the roast like he was trying not to break china. Which he really was trying not to slice through the entire kitchen cupboard. They'd already destroyed the room and still needed to clean that up.
Placing half the roast on a plate, Logan slid it on the island bar in front of Harry who dug in not seconds after Logan stood himself at the bar on the other side next to Ororo. The woman seemed gobsmacked at what she was seeing. "You know you're feeding your son raw meat, right?" Ororo stated. As if this whole situation seemed ludicrous, and Logan was an unfit adult.
Logan for his benefit took another bite out of the roast, which was dripping juice and blood down his chin by now, and stared at Ororo and raised an eyebrow. As if to say; 'no shit sherlock'. He really didn't bother correcting her about the 'son' part. It was none of her business.
"Ok. I can clearly see when I'm not needed." She said slowly. "I hope to see you two around. It was nice meeting you" With a wave of her hand, the beautiful woman disappeared around the corner and out of sight.
Glancing at Harry's now empty plate, Logan couldn't help but do a double-take. The boy now was licking his hands and was about to grab the plate with both hands in what Logan could only assume was an attempt to lick the plate too. "Harry!" He exclaimed. "No!" The boy dropped the plate and it clattered onto the island with a hallow clang as Harry jumped and put his hands in his lap and froze, again barely breathing.
Logan sighed in exasperation. Staring down at his almost finished roast he conceded that the younger boy would need it more. He only picked at his food most the time, and the rest of the time he played with it. Apparently unable to grasp the concept of the basic usage of silverware.
Handing the rest of his prize to Harry, he was filled with triumph and pride as he watched the boy chew into a meal he provided. He tried squashing the emotions, but wolverine was as much a part of him as he was it. Suddenly his eyes widened as a realization hit him, maybe Harry's food problem was not a problem at all but related to his feral! He had to tell someone, but who...Who could he trust with that? He thought he knew, and he had a small plan forming. He only had to put it into fruition.
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