It was rather late, but the theater was still open and Logan had never seen a movie played in one before, so naturally, that was the first place Kristopherson took him. It was a very traditional "dinner and a movie" kind of date, but it was more than enough excitement for the incubus. The man lost control of his face, bless his heart, and was stuck wearing a big grin. He even got snacks at the snack bar, which impressed him greatly, much to the delight of his boyfriend.

"Are you sure you can eat that?"

"Yeah. It doesn't do anything for me, but..."

"But you want it?"

"Yes." Logan nodded affirmatively. "It might stall the evening for a little while when we get back to your place, though." he added, causing the other to blush. Alas, it was a reality, but it was one that one simply had to deal with and then move on. With that out of the way, the pair moved onward into the actual theater.

"Alright, where do you want to sit?" Kristopherson asked, gesturing to the many rows of seats in the expansive room. Mostly, the question was to snap Logan out of his trance as he was completely enthralled by the place.

"Huh?" thoughtlessly questioned the other. "Oh, sorry, it's just so big!"

"Thank you, but where do you want to sit?"

Logan took a moment to shoot his boyfriend a look before shaking his head and answering. "I don't know. There's seats at the front?"

"With movies, actually, front row seats aren't the best. Well, if you don't like having to look straight up for two hours, that is."

"How about the middle?"

"Middle is perfect. Do you want a end seat?"

"Doesn't matter to me." the incubus stated, leading the way before choosing a spot and sitting down.

Kristopherson followed suit and the both got comfortable. The mistake was made of arriving too early, so by the time the movie started, the popcorn was gone. For the first thirty minutes of the movie, Logan was having a wonderful time. In Gehenna, movies are projected onto a sheet at the Wolf's Glen once a month, to to see one in a legitimate theater was a remarkable sight. It was one worthy of being talked about once he went back. Unfortunately, after a while he started to feel sick.

"Are you alright?" the wolfman asked in a hushed tone. "You're looking a bit green..."

"What?!"

"No, I mean- It's a figure of speech."

"Oh..." Logan answered, instinctively touching his face anyway. "I don't feel too great… I think it was the popcorn..."

"You didn't have to eat it, you know..."

"It's part of the experience!"

"Hey! You! Shut up!" loudly called a teenage boy from further back. "Tryin'ta watch the movie!"

"Let's go to the bathroom. You can put some water on your face." offered Kristopherson, but his date didn't take it right away. Instead, he looked back to the movie screen and mulled it over, but eventually, he felt sick a put a hand over his mouth.

"That's a good idea..." he conceded, taking the hand of the wolfman and allowing himself to be led out. The gesture was not unnoticed by the delinquents from before.

"Ooh~! Someone's in love~!" the main teen teased, causing Logan do duck his head.

"Hey, you kids! Shut up!" called an older man from closer in the front. "Leave them gays alone! One of 'em's not feelin' too good!"

"You shut up, old man!"

Before they had to hear anymore, the pair left the theater in search of a bathroom. Once it was in sight, Logan let go of Kristopherson's hand in favour of covering his own mouth with it and rushing ahead while the wolfman maintained his pace. Retching could be heard from the thankfully otherwise empty bathroom as soon as the faux-blonde stepped inside. Poor Logan. He wasn't made for eating regular food, as much as he enjoyed the taste of it. He certainly wasn't enjoying the taste that was coming up.

"You okay in there?" Kristopherson wasn't sure what kind of response he was looking for, but was met with more sounds of vomiting. "Can you drink some water?"

"Yeah..." breathlessly said the incubus as he stood up and flushed. "Ugh… I think it's all up..." Then, he turned around to face the other man, only to have a hand on his shoulder lightly push him back into the stall.

"Logan, you're turning blue..."

"Is that another human expression?"

"No, I mean you're literally turning blue." the wolfman clarified before poking his boyfriend's forehead. "Your horns are trying to come in, too."

"Oh!" his date replied, raising his eyebrows. He then closed his eyes and concentrated a bit to correct himself, changing his skintone back to a light brown. "Better?"

"Yeah. You can go back to normal all you want later." chuckled the wolfman, stepping aside so Logan could wash his face and check himself in the mirror. "In the meantime, just wait a minute and we can go back when you feel a little better."

"I really just want to get back to the movie." the other said, rinsing his mouth out with a handful of water from the sink, causing his date to raise a brow. "Are people normally that rude here?"

"Welcome to London." shrugged Kristopherson. "It's not an everyday thing, but every once in a blue moon, you get the occasional jackass. Don't worry about them."

"Alright… I'm feeling better, so let's go!"

Despite getting sick and missing a few minutes of the film, Logan was still in good spirits like usual. He was very optimistic about things, which was always refreshing to the often cynical Kristopherson. Certainly, the wolfman was going to do absolutely everything in his power to make sure that Logan's first time in a movie theater was an enjoyable one. Thus, they returned to their seats and the werewolf put an affectionate arm around his boyfriend.

For a few minutes, everything was almost perfect, but Kristopherson was annoyed by the sound of snickering behind them. Being what he is, his senses are slightly better than a good portion of people, and the fact that they were snickering at him and his significant other rather peeved him. He had his pride.

The kicker came when pieces of popcorn hit him in the back of the head, prompting him to look back at the teens with a snarl. Acknowledging what they did only seemed to excite them more, causing them to laugh and whisper among themselves. Emboldened, the head teen finally spoke up.

"What're you looking back here, for?" he asked. "You think we're cute or somethin'? Pay attention to the movie, freak."

Without too much of a fight, Kristopherson did just that, albeit with more reluctance than he could really bear. His fist clenched and his scowl remained, causing a bit of alarm in his date.

"Ignore them." the incubus said in a hushed tone, having far too much faith in people than he really should. For a moment, the other man seemed to calm down, uttering a long sigh, but it did not last as more popcorn hit him in the back of his head. Another handful hit Logan as well.

"Let's see if he turns around this time." he could hear one of the teens whisper. "Throw some more."

When that handful struck him too, that was the final straw. In that instant, he stood up, shaking off Logan's hand so he wasn't held back. He then proceeded to walk back to where the teens were sitting, making for quite the frightening sight for a group of insecure teenage boys. Here stood a tall, muscular gay man with a snarl on his face glaring straight down at them. Kristopherson had the physique that they could only dream of but was far beyond their reach. Needless to say, they weren't expecting him to look the way he did or for him to come back and do something about them.

"Shut the fuck up and watch the fucking movie." he growled, gripping the two seats between the row, blocking their only way of escape.

"We weren't saying anything..." the lead boy replied, losing a bit of his confidence from before. He had no bite and a rather pathetic bark to go with it.

"You think you can just throw shit at people and they won't do anything about it? Huh? Why's that funny to you? You got my attention like you wanted. Now what do you want?"

"Leave us alone, we were just playing..."

"Yeah, we're just kids. Lighten up."

From where he was sitting, Logan could see Kristopherson straightening his back and turning to head back to him. A sigh of relief left him as trouble seemed to be avoided, but alas, fate had different plans. The incubus could not hear what the main boy said, but he could still see his lips moving.

"Faggot." the boy said under his breath, earning stifled snickering from his compatriots, but inadvertently stopping Kristopherson dead in his tracks. Perhaps it was the full moon approaching, but Kristopherson still acting rashly, all the same.

A brawny arm shot out, grabbing the boy by the collar of his shirt and yanked him out of his seat. Then, the hand switched to grabbing the back of the lad's shirt while the other gripped the back of his belt, both lifting him up off the ground. Kicking the door open, Kristopherson brought the boy back before using the momentum to toss him out of the theater, much to the delight of the other patrons who were also inadvertently subject to the group's disruptions.

After the first boy was out, Kristopherson walked back to grab another, but the rest took it upon themselves to leave the auditorium on their own accord, leaving Kristopherson in a room with some applause and a rather flattered incubus. In a huff, the wolfman sat back down and put his arm around Logan again while he tried to calm down. He did receive a peck on the cheek from his partner, causing him to feel a bit better about the situation. Thus, the movie went on without interruptions for a while longer.

Unfortunately, it was short lived as an employee from the theater was informed of what happened by the teens and came looking for the mean grown-up who so rudely threw them out "for no reason." Eyes closing, Kristopherson knew what to expect once he had come down from his impulsive high and was met with that reality when he felt a light tap on his shoulder. Looking up, he saw the employee and had the script played out already in his mind.

"Excuse me, sir," the employee began, "there were a couple of teens who came out of here saying that you assaulted them. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

"Oh, come on!" called a voice from nearby. It was the man from before in the row ahead of them. "Let them stay! They weren't doin' nothin' wrong."

"Those boys were harassing us, sir." Logan piped up. "They were throwing food at us and he went over and talked to them."

"Scared the piss outta 'em, too." the old man replied. "Called 'em 'faggots,' too. Can't a couple of blokes go out for a nice evening like me and the missus, here without any trouble?"

"Our son's gay and this sort of thing happens to him, too." the woman next to him added. "They always complain when he stands up for himself, too, just like now."

"That's right. Now get out and leave 'em alone. They've already had a shit enough time here. You're lucky they haven't asked ya for a refund."

"I'm… terribly sorry to hear that..." It was hard not to feel bad for the employee in this situation. They didn't know what happened and were simply trying to get to the bottom of the situation. "Please, enjoy the movie..."

"'Bout damn time." huffed the gentleman in the other row. "Don't let the door hit you on the way out."

Other people stopped the employee to confirm what happened before they could leave, further sinking the teen's story. Kristopherson and Logan were able to enjoy the rest of the movie without any problems, though the wolfman hoped that none of this had ruined Logan's experience too much. From what he could see, however, the incubus was still having a good time, becoming fully invested in the film and leaving no room for conversation whatsoever. Then, the credits rolled and he was snapped from his trance.

"That was amazing!" he said. "It's like, you're not just watching a show. It's a whole experience!"

"That's why people still come to movies." Kristopherson chuckled, only for his stomach to drop once again when he felt another hand on his shoulder. This time, however, it was the loud man from the row ahead of him with his wife on his other arm.

"Hey, I'm real sorry about what happened, here." he said. "They oughtta give you a refund or a free movie or somethin' for your troubles."

"That'd be nice, but I'm not really sure if I'm determined enough to mess with it." tiredly chuckled the wolfman. "Thanks for all your help, though."

"You're too good natured, just like my son." the other replied with a nod. "Doesn't matter that he's big and strong like his father. You need more hair on your chest."

"It's pretty hairy, actually." Logan added, unaware of the saying. It caused a moment of silence before the old man loudly laughed.

"That's a good one. I gotta remember that when my son brings his husband over. He's a big guy, too. They met at the boxing place. Uh… What's it called?"

"Fists of Iron Boxing, dear." the woman on his arm said.

"Oh, I have a couple of friends who met there, too." Kristopherson replied. "They're not gay, though. Travis Sullivan and Patricia Ramirez?"

"Oh! You know the Ramirez girl? That girl is like lightening. She's fast and will fuck you up when she strikes. I'll have to tell Tommy when I call him next."

The conversation went on for a while before the older couple decided it was time to leave the other alone so they can enjoy the rest of their night. It was a nice conversation. The two had good intentions and really seemed to be proud of their son, even if they did speak in questionable ways at times when they talked about "the gays." They also found out that apparently, those teens weren't old enough to be in that theater anyway. Not only were they thrown out, but they were also banned for their behaviour. The old man laughed loudly at this and insisted that one of the employees gave the couple something for free.

A sigh of relief escaped the supernatural couple as they finally were able to step out onto the street and get some fresh air, however. Logan earned himself an apologetic look, as he was left as a bit of a fourth wheel throughout the conversation, but he didn't seem to mind.

"I was mostly thinking about the movie while you were talking." he admitted when his boyfriend apologised. "I kind of want to see it again..."

"We can go next weekend, if you want." offered his beau while taking his hand. "We'll find a theater that doesn't suck."

"They had a nice bathroom, though." chuckled the incubus. "It was pretty cool how you threw that guy, too."

"It's one thing to throw food at me, but at you too? And call us rude shit like that? Never."

"I think that man was right, though."

"About what? Growing hair?"

"No. I think I picked a really good boyfriend." Logan said with a smile, causing the other man to blush.

"I think I did, too."

The two of them were hardly aware of the fact that they had stopped walking. They were too busy staring at each other as if they were expecting something. It was Logan, however, who made the first move, kissing his boyfriend on the lips rather boldly. His breath still smelled somewhat, but for some reason, Kristopherson didn't mind.

Smiles adorned their faces when they finally separated and eyes fluttered open. Emotions ran high to the point where they threatened to spill over. It took a lot for both men to keep themselves in check and they were just barely doing so as they clung to one another rather conspicuously on the sidewalk, but it wasn't enough. What they were feeling couldn't be held back and quite frankly, it shouldn't be.

"I love you." thoughtlessly let out the wolfman before he could catch himself saying it. Perhaps this was the feeling that the blonde Phantomhive constantly conveyed when talking about his husband every time he set foot in Kristopherson's shop. He cared. He cared deeply for this man in a way that made him feel warm and want to be around him all of the time. It was the first time that Kristopherson had felt this sort of connection with someone. Yes, it was true and he truly meant it. This was present in his voice, sending chills down the spine of the incubus in the best possible way as Logan's cheeks turned rosy.

"I love you, too!" he declared, tightening his grip on Kristopherson with a wide grin. He was embarrassed, but his happiness canceled it out. "I thought I heard you wrong over the phone earlier..."

"I thought I heard you wrong!" replied the faux-blonde. "I was pretty sure you were losing it for saying that to me, but I was glad you did."

"It slipped out, but I really do mean it..."

"Same here."

Hesitantly, Logan opened his mouth for a response, but figetted a bit more with it before he actually said it. "So… uhm… Do you… uh, do you want to go home?"

"Yes." Kristopherson answered quite seriously, but then he smiled. "Yes, I do."

Arm in arm, the pair made their way back to the wolfman's car so that they could return to his home. There, the date would continue as they would both get something to eat.


A/N: Well, I asked you what to write about and almost everyone said that they wanted some Kris and Logan. Maybe this pairing is more popular than I thought?

But what will I write next time? I dunno, man. I haven't decided...

There is a lot going on here. Also, I notice that the chapters have been getting longer? This one was 3,058 words! What's up with that? Rember back when it would take me about three hours to write one chapter? Ha...

Also, good to see that other people are trapped in ice hell, too. Somehow, I think we're gonna make it...

Anyway, back to the chapter. That random old guy was based on this Patton Oswalt bit where he says he would prefer someone who doesn't know all te terminology or perhaps say things in the most "correct" of ways, but has genuinely good intentions as opposed to someone who knows all the lingo but has terrible intentions. It happens.

Also I like how Logan pukes in front of Kristopherson, but he's not grossed out at all? You have to be on a certain level with somebody before that becomes a thing, I think.

Neat.

Ah... We haven't done character shet in a while, have we? Do y'all even like that bit anymore? Eh, I guess there'll be questions when there's questions.

Until the next chapter, my duckies~!