Warning: Quite graphic compared to the other chapters. Man on man stuff, guys, if you haven't already got the message!

Disclaimer: Logan and Scott would already be a couple if X-men was mine. I don't own a thing.

Summary/Warning #2: This is actually more like Crack Fanfiction. Seriously, I can't quite believe what comes out of my head sometimes. But hey, sleep deprivation and jet lag does this to you, and I thought it was kind of funny, ish. So – Scott accidentally downs a 'love potion' of sorts, and becomes even more infatuated with a certain Wolverine. Starts off with Rogue's POV. Hope you enjoy x

"So let me get this straight," Kitty clarified, looking cynical as hell and confused to boot, "You're going to give someone a love potion?"

"No, not when you put it like that, but basically – yes," Jubilee answered, bubblier than ever.

I tried to give Kitty a look that would somehow convey my distain and scepticism to her, letting her know that she wasn't alone in her views – I thought this was a tad silly, too.

I'll fill you in: A few days ago, the school had gained a new mutant recruit, and he had one of the most interesting mutations I'd ever come across. His name was Aaron, and he had control over certain pheromones that could make people 'fall in love' was the phrase Jubilee had told Kitty, but Aaron made it sound like it was more of a case of getting people incredibly turned on (for lack of a better term). Aaron himself was kind of self conscious about his whole mutation, and I'm sure would have preferred a different power such as fire/ice/claws coming out of your knuckles, but hey, I thought it was interesting.

I had a couple of classes with Aaron and we'd been hanging out quite a bit (much to Bobby's distain – worried that Aaron could brain wash me at any moment to be madly head over heels with him – there was too much cynicism in the world).

Jubilee had heard about him, through me, and had been much more enthusiastic about his powers – and had somehow convinced him into using said powers to concoct some kind of love potion for her, as Jubilee had been crushing on this guy Dylan for about a week now (which was basically a life time in Jubilee-land) and was now going to attempt to spike his morning orange juice.

If you ignored the whole amoral aspect of it all, it was kind of funny. The potion thing was probably nothing, anyways. But, like most of Jubilee's plans, it was best to go along with them, and try not to oppose them too much.

"It's more like spiking someone's drink in a bar," I mumbled into my coffee cup.

"Rogue," Jubilee chastised me, "It is nothing like that. You know I like Dylan, and he hasn't even noticed me yet. This is just speeding the process up a little, is all." She grinned at me. "And besides, it's just a bit of fun."

"... 'Just a bit of fun', famous last words much?" I joked, nudging her arm playfully.

"So did Aaron tell you how it's supposed to work?" Kitty asked.

"Kind of," Jubilee started, "He said that the person drinks it, and it'll either go one of two ways – if the person already has feelings for someone else then the person will find that someone special and get all lustful over them for a bit," Jubilee giggled, "But, if the guy isn't romantically involved with anyone, the first person they touch, they'll get that same effect," Jubilee finished, "So I reckon all I have to do is wait for Dylan to come down to breakfast, which should be any minute now, offer him some of the orange juice I've put the potion into, then squeeze his hand or something! Perfect plan, or what?"

I decided to say nothing. Call me pessimistic, but I'm now picturing a whole Midsummer Nights Dream fiasco occurring. I mean, what if this Dylan guy was already crushing on someone else? Would that mean that even if Jubilee did hold his hand, he'd just wander off and find this other gal and snog her or something?

But it was hard not to smile back at Jubilee, who was beaming at us now. She was just too cute sometimes.

"So where is it?" I asked, slightly curious now.

"Right here!" She produced a little vial full of pinkish liquid from her jeans pocket. "Okay, here goes!" She poured a glass of orange juice and tipped the contents of the little bottle into the juice, giving it a little swirl. "I hope Dylan gets here soon." She then proceeded to tell us how excited she was about all of this, for the hundredth time. "And there was this one time where we smiled at each other and he asked me if we had any homework for psych, right..."Jubilee was babbling away and my only lifeline to sanity in this world at present wondered over to our table.

The gorgeous Mr Scott Summers, who was grinning right at me. Logan was so lucky. All the girls were crushing on Cyke... in fact, all the girls were crushing on Logan as well – or more likely crushing on both of them simultaneously, they were the two hottest men in the school after all.

"Hey, we ran out of juice on the staff table, can I steal some of yours?" He asked politely.

"Sure thing, sugar," I smiled up at him.

"Is this anyone's?" Scott asked, pointing to a seemingly spare glass.

"No, go ahead, sugar," I said casually, not even glancing at said glass.

Now, I bet you can guess what happens next.

And I would have prevented it, it's just Bobby came bouncing over to me, grinning widely as he saw me.

So of course the glass Scott goes for is the spiked one reserved for Jubilee's victims. Jubilee was caught up in conversation with Kitty about One Tree Hill or the OC or whatever she was hooked on these days, so there was no one to stop our maths teacher and friend down the orange juice.

He grimaced, pouring another glass, for Logan I guessed, "God, what was that?"

And that's when we realised.

"Ohhh crap," I jumped up, eyes wide, "You did not just drink that!" I exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" Bobby looked at me worriedly.

Jubilee and Kitty had just connected the dots and were simultaneously giggling and being petrified, which has to be some kind of art form.

"No, no, no, no, no!" I moaned, "Logan's going to kill us!"

"Why?" Scott said gently, not worried at all yet, "What was in there?" He smiled. Ooh, he wasn't going to be smiling for long.

"Love potion!" Kitty snorted into her cereal.

"I'm sorry, what?" Scott frowned.

"Well Rogue met this guy Aaron and he can do this really cool stuff like, with the pheromones and junk and it makes people really horny, so long story short, he made me a pheromone drink, like a love potion for this guy Dylan who I like, who's totally gorgeous – and he was going to come down and sit with us and I was going to offer that glass to him, but you've just ruined my totally awesome plan. I got to say though, I'm liking this turn of events a lot more by the second," Jubilee said at lightning speed.

"Translation?" Scott turned to me, looking cautious now. "Have I just poisoned myself?"

The canteen was almost deathly silent now, all fixated on the soon to be very charged up Scott.

"We were just having a bit of fun like, and you accidentally drank the love potion – and because, well, you've already got someone in your life, you'll just be more attracted to them for a while, just until it wears off," I beamed.

Way to go for downsizing the situation and avoiding spreading more gossip out about Logan and Scott in unison! Oh, I was good.

Scott had stopped listening though.

Logan had just entered the hall, looking around for Scott. Even though I couldn't see past those ruby shades, I could tell that Scott's eyes were locked on Logan, like a predator or something, eyeing up it's prey.

Logan seriously was going to kill me; something had happened to Scott on my proverbial watch.

"Scott, just keep it cool yeah?" I whispered.

"'Scuse me," He mumbled, his voice suddenly slightly lower and just seemingly turned into pure liquid sex. He put down the drink he was fixing for Logan before he'd downed the now seemingly strong love potion (was it me who was saying I had doubts about it working? Well I take it all back now) and walked briefly over to Logan who had spotted him, grinning at him.

Oh poor, innocent Logan.

He had no idea what was going on.

Scott smiled at me as he walked through the midst of quietly buzzing students. God, he looked great this morning. I was just looking around for some coffee but was all together quite distracted by anything food-like or otherwise by Scott.

Scott, believe it or not, had walked right up to me, wearing his seductive little smile (he doesn't know what he does to me sometimes) and instead of stopping at a normal distance fit for present company (which was the whole school, if you're wondering), he rested his left hand on my right hip lightly, leant close, bringing his delectable mouth to my ear and whispering: "Do you want to get out of here?"

I swear to god, sexiest thing I've ever heard him say in my life. His hot breath ghosting over the shell of my ear gave me shivers.

It was usually me who had all the lines, me who gave Scott shivers – but this was different.

This was so damn hot.

This was... also in front of the kids! Huh! Forgot about the little buggers for a second there – good thing I remembered, I was just about to kiss the socks of my Scott.

"Sure," I gave him a slow, lopsided grin and started walking out back the way I'd came.

As we were walking Scott did something very unusual. He entwined his fingers around mine, so we were holding hands. Now, when I say it's unusual, I mean it's unusual to do this in front of people.

I could practically hear the gush of fan girl screams now, even as we walked out of the hall.

Not that I was complaining, I adore my Scott and what ever he wanted to do was a-okay with me. I'd happily climb the mansion and proclaim my love for this man in sing song fashion if I thought it would make him happy.

Fuck, he's got my whipped.

I was too happy to mind at present. Scott was looking at me from under his eyelashes – even though there's a layer of ruby separating us, I can always tell somehow. And all of a sudden, I was pinned up against the wall of the corridor, Scott's lips ghosting my own, agonizingly slowly.

And then came the not so slowly. We battled for dominance, tongues twisting and his hands were everywhere. I fucking love him.

Now, I would fucking love this too, if it weren't for the fact that there were people milling out the canteen and walking along this corridor, about to turn the corner and see us.

I broke away, panting heavily and trying to catch my breath, a smirk on my lips as I saw Scott's flushed cheeks, his now tousled hair, just him. What had gotten into him today? It was usually me dragging him back into bed in the mornings.

Not that I was complaining, I just wish we could hold off just a little till we got back to the privacy of our room.

Instead of registering the students coming our way, he continued. He brought his hands on my back, pressing himself, if possible, closer to me, and bringing those soft, soft lips to the base of my neck and placing a trail of butterfly kisses along my collar bone.

Oh. My. Goodness. This was taking proper restraint not to shag him right here, right now.

Luckily it was only Rogue et al walking down who saw us. I was sure my face was as red as a tomato but I couldn't care less. Scott was still doing wonders with his tongue, completely unphased that we now had an audience.

Rogue was looking terrified.

"Scott," I mumbled, squirming slightly – Rogue, Kitty and Jubilee were staring openly, half looking ashamed, half mesmerized.

I was starting to get a little scared now – not because of the onlookers (couldn't care less about them watching) but because Scott was acting so... differently, so out of context.

Bobby, who was also present, wrinkled his noise and said, "God, get a room you guys."

"It's not like he can help it," Kitty frowned, gesturing at Scott who was still working on my collar bone – damn, he knew that was a sensitive spot for me. Fuuck.

Wait, what did that mean? It's not like he can help it? I mean, I know I am gorgeous but still, that's probably not what she meant. I tried to clear my throat, but it kind of came out in a bit of a breathy mewl if my ears are correct, and that's defiantly not a sound I wanted people to know I could make – I was supposed to be the manly Wolverine here.

I tore myself away from Scott and stepped back, catching my breath.

"Scott?" Rogue was asking gently, but Scott wasn't playing ball.

"What's going on?" I growled, regaining my composure, and getting the feeling that these kids knew a bit more than they were letting on. I stepped back to Scott, putting a friendly hand on his arm, "Is everything alright?" I asked softly.

"Ah, I wouldn't do that..." A guy I didn't know butted in. He was blond and tall, looking awkwardly at me and Scott.

As soon as I made contact with his arm, he leant in for a kiss once more. Now, I love Scott and I love kissing, just not in front of innocent kids. "Umm, Scott?"

Okay, controlling urges to panic.

Keeping calm over here.

"Uhh," Jubilee mumbled, "Scott kind of accidentally..."

"What? What is it?" I asked, terrified for a second there, looking Scott over for any scratches or wounds.

"He drank a spiked drink – with um, love potion in it," The blonde guy spoke up again.

"This is Aaron, by the way," Rogue hissed at me, "Be nice."

"Aaron," I growled, worry turning to anger, "What happened? Love potion? Are you screwing with me here?"

"No, actually... and because Mr Summers is apparently in, um, love with you, he will be rather... um... he's going to be... very attached to you and, uh, want..." The fucker called Aaron (I preferred fucker, but who am I to judge?) mumbled, "He'll have a seriously increased sexual appetite, not wanting you out of his sight." He finished.

"... What now?" Was all I could manage. Scott had started working on my collar bone again, placing soft kisses there that made my stomach want to do somersaults. "He's..." I looked at Scott, who seemed completely oblivious to all other people apart from yours truly.

Didn't expect it to be such of a turn on, but hey.

"Right then," I raised my eyebrows, "Before you embarrass yourself anymore," I pulled Scott (gently of course) along the corridor to our room. The kids followed aimlessly, unsure if I was going to disappear in there with Scott (that did seem reeeaaally tempting) or bite their heads off.

I opened the bedroom door, letting it swing wide and pulling a disorientated and all together horny Scott into the room, where he fell on the bed, then looked up at me with eyes that were just...

Focus, Logan.

His cheeks were all flushed, mouth hanging open slightly – oh fucking hell, he was hot...

I couldn't help but smile at him, "I'll, um, be back in a minute," I mumbled, avoiding his gaze unless I gave into temptation.

I walked out of the room, slamming the door shut and turning on the kids.

"Okay," I growled, "I don't want to know why the fuck there was fucking love potion at breakfast, but what I do want to know is why someone fucking let him drink it."

The kids looked petrified.

Rogue's voice was cracked with fear slightly, "We didn't quite click that that was the love potion glass when he asked if he could have it..."

"I'll come to you later," A primal growl echoed from my throat, "I just want to know now, how do I get him back to fucking normal?"

Aaron, I'm guessing he's the sod who put this all together, as he seemed to know the most about the evil substance, looked embarrassed again. "Well that depends."

"On what?" I growled dangerously.

"On how much you used in the juice," He turned to Jubilee, who was now looking like a deer in the headlights at me.

"I used... the whole thing..."

Aaron's face seemed to have reached the shade of a ripe tomato. "You what? But I told you only a few drops!"

"You did?" Jubilee asked, wide eyed.

"Yeah!"

"Guys, chill," Rogue cut in, "What does that mean, Aaron?"

I looked back at the little scumbag, awaiting an answer.

"You, umm..." He looked down, "It will wear off eventually – but the way to get him back to normal now is to... to, umm... have... sex..." His voice was barely a whisper by the time he reached the end of his sentence.

He had to be fucking kidding me, "And how long will it take to wear off?"

"About... two days," He answered, still staring at his shoes.

"I will bloody kill you," I mumbled as I turned my back on them, "Tell Jean I won't be in for my first lesson." I opened the door, growling involuntarily at them.

I shut the door, then the most beautiful sight hit my eyes and this 'have to have sex with him to exhaust the love (more like lust) potion' thing didn't seem such a bad option.

Scott was on the bed, the covers draped around him, stroking himself desperately, thrusting into his hand and making the most delicious noises.

I'd never seen Scott masturbate on his own, ever – he's the kind of guy who doesn't really do that – but let me tell you, it was just about the hottest thing, like ever.

"Oh God, Logan..." He panted breathlessly, eyes scrunched shut, moaning loudly.

This was such a turn on, him imagining me touching him was just the cherry on top.

I was horrified I was getting turned on by the fact that the love of my life being taken advantage of, forced to drink this Lust Potion and well, completely embarrass himself in front of the kids, but if this was the fastest way to stop him acting like a sex crazed teenager, how ever hot it was.

I walked over, "Scott," I felt my face flush as I looked down at him. His jeans were scrunched down to his knees along with his boxers, his shirt still on, but looking considerably ruffled.

"Logan," He breathed out, completely still now, until he leant up for another intense kiss.

I pulled back, biting my lip and sitting on the bed next to him. He smiled sweetly (not helping, not helping) at me and started slowly unbuttoning my shirt.

"Scott," I absentmindedly brushed a few sweaty strands of hair out of his face, "If you're in there, you need to listen. I am so bloody mad at these kids for letting this happen, but they're saying the only way to get rid of the lust potion is for me to sleep with you, unless you want to be stuck like this for two whole days, so it's not like I'm taking advantage here, I'm just trying to..." I trailed off, unsure what I was getting at here in my soul-bearing moment.

I was effectively silenced by Scott's desperate lips.

I wasn't sure if I wanted to say anything else, but I didn't get a chance.

"... Are they actually going to have sex?" Kitty bounced up and down.

I groaned, "Logan really is going to kill me," I bit my lip, pacing up and down outside their room, to which Logan had just vanished into.

"It's the only way to get rid of the effect without having to wait," Aaron said reluctantly to Kitty then gave me a sympathetic look.

"I don't see why Logan would be angry about getting to have sex," Jubilee mused.

"It's not that – it's that we let something happen to Scott, while he was with us. You know how like, overprotective he is, we're going to die," I whined.

Jubilee wasn't listening to me, no, she was doing what would be technically the last straw on Logan's back; she had her head pressed up against the door, her face portraying her intense concentration. "Oh my goodness! I hear moaning!" She gasped, eyes wide, still not pulling away from the door, "He's actually doing it!"

"It is kind of the only way I guess," Kitty mused while rushing over to the door, pressing herself up against it and straining to hear through the thick wood.

"Guys, we're already in enough trouble as it is, you shouldn't listen in," I begged. I knew I was going to get the worst of the blame, because Logan trusted me the most, meaning I'd let him down the most. It wasn't like it was on purpose or anything, a complete accident even; just unfortunate – but Logan would never hear anything about my side of the story.

I did feel guilty already for Scott accidentally drinking it on my watch, no need for me to get anymore punishment, right?

Wrong, not in Logan's books.

God, it was mighty tempting to listen at that door.

Well there you go. Hope it wasn't too cringe-worthy. Please leave a review if you have the time, means the world to me!

In other news: I am (slowly but surely) working my way through the requests I've been given! They all sound super-cute, and almost too awesome to put into actual words but I'm giving them a go. I believe the next one posted up on here is a cool idea thought up by Emmyzi – where Scott gets drunk and accidentally hurts Logan with those lasers of his. Should be up here soon : )

If you do fancy leaving a request, I'd be more than happy to write it.

Also hello Eng-Sana! – sorry I haven't gotten back to you sooner - there are a ton of cute Logan/Scott fics out there. I'd check out the author Cricket24, she's done an uber cute trilogy that I remember "Awwww"ing a lot to. Hope you like it : )

Peace x