Feral Compulsion
"Chapter Twelve"
A/N: This chapter starts a discussion of a temporary mPreg, with trigger warnings as to why it's temporary. I will mark these spots where I can. So if you don't want to read them you can skip them.
About a week and a half later, Harry and Logan had their room location changed after Jean and Hank had discussed the duo's poor health. They didn't want anything severe to happen while they were upstairs and farther away.
What they didn't expect was to come into a room that was semi in shambles and not get an explanation from the duo as to why it was like that. When they were fixing the bed, Hank couldn't contain his exasperation as to how bad it stunk in there. Jean and Hank had made an excuse for the duo to take a walk around the grounds with Rogue as they ransacked their room as to why it smelled like 4-day old lunch.
The two doctors were in complete shock when they discovered, under the bed, a hoard of spoiled food. Jean knew instantly which of the potential offenders had done it. She had seen the younger feral pocketing food each dinner. Rationalizing she realized that the boy must have had food withheld for long periods in the past. That surprisingly explained his skinny state. Harry hadn't been willing to start their aerobic activity when they last grouped up, but Logan had run into it headfirst. Jean actually informed Hank that the older feral was going too fast. It was like he was training for something. Remembering what the Professor stated about Sabertooth and Logan, she couldn't help but think; maybe he was trying to train for that.
Hank and Jean had firmly decided that today they'd confront the duo about the food hoarding.
Harry and Logan's new room was in the staff area of the mansion. Logan was now worrying if there was a way to make their bi-weekly escapades quieter. He knew tonight was the night, but he couldn't figure out why Red and Blue were so insistent on meeting them before dinner. Today he didn't want to risk leaving their room. He did not want any teenagers watching them. NONE. As a matter of fact, he didn't want ANYONE watching them. He could feel the low grumble leave his throat without consent as he pulled Harry's sleeping form closer to him. He may as well get a nap in as well. Knowing they were about to be up all night.
Time seemed to pass in an instant. One moment he was asleep, content, and the next he was waking so fast in response to Harry's pheromones that his head was spinning.
Male/Male details. Skip to the next bold to skip.
Logan could feel the pajama pants he was wearing getting tighter in response to his erect member. By now he knew he had to wake the younger man. Because there was no way he was going to become a scathing animal with him asleep.
A few shakes to the boy's shoulders had him awake. Harry rolled over and wrapped himself around the more muscular feral. His blue eyes met amber as he put his head in the bigger man's neck with a whine. He felt dizzy and cold. Why did he feel this way? This wasn't normal. Without him knowing, and probably also his consent he began crying into Wolverine's chest.
The older feral was starting to remove his sleeper bottoms with one hand while he still held onto Harry with the other. Logan could feel Wolverine shoving him further back into the recesses of their mind. Apparently, the feral personality thought he was the better half to take care of what was going on. Logan watched through what he could only describe as a warped mirror when Wolverine started thrusting his spare hand in a slow rhythm up and down the shaft of his member.
He had tried getting Harry to reciprocate, but the smaller man seemed to cling to him like a monkey. This both confused Wolverine, angered him, and made him scared of the unknown. What was his boy doing?
Wolverine was semi-losing control of Logan. The persistent knocking at their door was not helping. Thinking, Wolverine thought of an idea to help Harry feel better.
Wolverine began providing small licks and bites to Harry's face and hands. Happy to see the younger male beside him start to relax. Wolverine, however, was shocked when he began to lick Harry's ears and the boy shot off the bed so fast they actually hit their heads together. Wolverine was too busy holding his head in pain to realize that Harry was throwing up in the bathroom. Something was wrong, and they were going to spend all night in both sickness and want.
Male/Male details done.
Harry woke slowly, groggily, and in pain. Not recalling what happened last night, he glanced over at Logan, only to see him watching him with his now steel blue eyes. Harry didn't know it, but Logan and Wolverine had stayed up all night keeping guard on their ill partner. Harry wanted nothing more than to push the man away from him. He felt like his back was going to split in two. Harry couldn't stop the tears that came again. His stomach hurt so bad. "Logan. . . "Harry said through the pain. "I need Jean." He stated without explanation, holding his stomach.
Logan, for his part, didn't say anything before bolting out of the room and going to find the redhead.
Mpreg is mentioned here as well as trigger warnings for Miscarriage. Skip to the next bold if you want to skip.
Harry didn't know how long Logan was gone. He knew however it felt like each minute was taking an agonizingly long time to complete.
Before he could fall asleep, due to lack of sleep from throwing up all night, Logan burst into the bedroom with both Jean and Hank behind him.
Jean ran up to the younger man and began talking to him. Telling him what she was doing. However, Harry couldn't focus as his abdomen started cramping horribly.
"Harry I need you to lay on your back. I'm going to take this device and scan your tummy ok?" She said as she tried rolling him onto his back. Charles, Hank, and Jean had all talked about what they knew might be going on. They hadn't expected it to happen this fast, however. Hank had come with her for her defense if Logan found her a threat, but so far it looked like neither Harry nor Logan knew what was going on. So, they were one step ahead, and it assured them that would Logan freak out, Hank had the upper hand. He wasn't feral for nothing. He had superior strength and stamina. He just hoped the man across the other side of the bed didn't use his blades if they were to fight.
"Harry you're having a miscarriage. I need you to sit up and drink this castor oil so it completes itself." Jean said in a rush. Not even thinking that the scared boy on the bed would know what she just said.
"I don't- What's that?" Harry asked in question.
By now Logan had crawled into the bed and had wrapped himself around his mate. Not once questioning the rumbles coming from his chest as he tried comforting the younger man.
Jean didn't realize she'd have to explain the basics to the boy. She'd have to talk to the professor after this. Hopefully getting the boy on birth control would help. These two were in no shape for a child to uproot their lives. "Harry. . ." She began. "It means you have a child beginning to grow in you, but something has caused the child to not stabilize in your womb. So, it aborts the pregnancy prematurely." Jean's heart broke as she saw Harry's eyes swiftly change from emerald green to sky blue. She had actually never seen what Harry's feral shifts looked like. At first, she didn't think he had any, but Hank had assured her it was happening. Just not often, as the boy seemed to be naturally timid.
"Come on Harry," Jean said, procuring a small cup that had been residing on the end table next to them. That must be the castor oil. "You should drink this, it will only be worse if you don't."
A shaky hand reached out to take the cup that Jean was providing. Jean reached for the smaller man's shoulder and helped him sit up to drink the oil. Without stopping Harry had the oil gone with 4 big gulps. Only gagging on it at the end. "That tastes like one of Dudley's old socks!" Harry exclaimed between coughs.
"You should fluff your pillows up and sit up for about an hour," Jean said as she propped the boy upon his two pillows. "I'll come to check on you periodically. There's not much to do in these cases, unfortunately."
End of trigger warnings, and Mpreg
Jean had brought their meals to them the rest of the day. Harry didn't eat much, but some time after dinner he fell asleep someone fitfully with Logan still wrapped around him to reassure himself his boy wasn't going anywhere.
A/N: I have from chapters 6-12 on google documents. And it's TWENTY-SIX pages. LORD. I love all you guys who are giving this story attention. Please review it motivates me to write more.
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