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(Break)
Logan woke alone the next morning, rubbed his face and looked at the clock. It was much later than Kurt usually woke him, even on a Sunday. He smelled coffee, though, so he made his way downstairs, passing Kurt meditating in the bay window on his way down. His tail rubbed Logan's arm in greeting as he passed by, and Logan took a moment to appreciate the sight of his boyfriend sitting shirtless in a stream of sunlight that made his jewelry send off little flashes of light. He entered the kitchen, absently noting that the kitchen was sparkling and there was a small pile of brightly-wrapped boxes on the table. There was a note propped against the coffee pot, Logan picked it up and read it as he poured a cup of coffee.
'Logan- I am fasting, I don't know how for how long. Please don't disturb me.
Love, Kurt'
Logan thunked the coffee pot back in place and made for the door, slamming it behind him before jumping on his motorcycle and starting it roughly. Speeding down the driveway, he was heedless of the potholes and other potential hazards. He reached the mansion and carelessly parked his bike in the yard then threw open the door and stalked heavily to Charles's office. Throwing that door open as well, he found it empty and growled in irritation. He made his way to Kitty's room, finding the door locked, he pounded heavily on it. After a moment Kitty opened it and immediately flinched back
"Don't kill me! We cleaned up!" Logan shoved the note in her face.
"What do you know about this?" Kitty scanned it quickly.
"Um, usually Kurt fasts a couple times a year, or when something's bothering him. He last did it while you were on your last mission, so I'm guessing the whole Mystique thing is bothering him more than he wants to admit. As far as I know, it doesn't usually go over a week."
"Any way I can help him?"
"Well, he trusts you to leave him alone, or he'd be in the woods somewhere. All you can do is wait and make sure he's got water."
"Thanks." Logan turned to leave.
"Logan." He stopped. "Just give him time, he'll be fine." Logan nodded and went back to his house.
He didn't leave the entire time Kurt was fasting. After a week, he barely slept or ate. At ten days, he barely left the stair landing. He was able to count Kurt's ribs and he was almost out of is mind with worry. After two weeks, Logan awoke from a doze to find Kurt gone. He located him in the kitchen, asleep at the table with a plate holding some sandwich crusts and a mostly empty glass of orange juice beside his head. Relieved, Logan scooped him up and carried him to bed, tucking him in gently before crawling in beside him.
He awoke to the sound of the shower, and rolled out of bed to join Kurt. After they were clean and dressed, Logan carried Kurt to the kitchen to feed him, despite the protests.
"Logan, I do know how to feed myself."
"You're not the one that's spent the last few days counting your ribs."
"How long vas I gone, anyvay?" Kurt gave in and took a bite of the scrambled eggs (orange) that Logan sat in front of him.
"Two weeks. Don't do that to me again, please. A few days I can handle, two weeks is unbearable."
"Sorry. It vas not my intention to be so long. Zhank you for zhe vater."
"You're welcome. Can things go back to normal now?"
"Nein." Logan frowned and Kurt smiled. "But soon, my love. I'm going to ask you to spend part of zhe day elsevhere, I vill let you know vhen you can come home." Logan's frown deepened. "I promise zhat as soon as you come back zhings vill be back to zhe vay zhey vere before." Logan was silent for a moment.
"How soon do you want me to leave?" Kurt looked relieved.
"A half hour?"
"I can do that." They finished their food quietly and Logan stood to take the dishes to the sink. He gave Kurt a kiss and walked out the door. He wandered in the woods for a few hours until his phone buzzed with a message. 'Come home. 3 K'
"Finally," he growled, stalking through the woods to the house. When he opened the door Kurt called to him from the living room.
"I'm in here!" Entering the room, Logan's eyes immediately fixed on the white bandage encircling most of Kurt's arm where there were no scars. Had been no scars, he amended, seeing spots of blood on the bandage.
"What did you do?" Logan crossed the room to examine the bandage more closely. "Let me see it." Kurt stopped him from unwrapping it by placing his hand atop Logan's.
"Please, do not take zhe bandage off. I have a mixture on it to help it to scar properly and prevent infection." He handed Logan a camera. "I knew you vould vant to see, so I took pictures." Logan turned on the camera and flipped through the photos, shocked at the redness of Kurt's blood against his blue skin. The design was breathtakingly beautiful despite the savage way it had been applied.
"Don't you realize you could have passed out and bled to death?"
"I have done zhis before, as you can see." Kurt gestured to his face.
"Well, next time, if there is a next time, don't make me leave. I'll stay in a different room, but don't make me leave you alone."
"Fine. If it vill make you happy."
"It will." Logan pulled Kurt into his arms and flopped down on the couch. "Pizza for supper?"
"Vith green olives?"
"And pineapple."
"Yum!" Logan chuckled and pulled out his phone to order the pizza. He would have to pick it up, but he really didn't mind.
"Come on, I'm not letting you out of my sight."
"I am not going to do anyzhing-"
"I'm not worried about that. I've missed you like hell and I don't want to be away from you any longer than I absolutely have to." Kurt grinned and jumped on Logan's back.
"Zhen you vill not mind carrying me?" Logan frowned at how much lighter Kurt had gotten.
"Of course not, as long as you promise to eat a lot. You've lost too much weight."
"You vorry too much." Kurt climbed over Logan's shoulder so he was wrapped around the front of him instead of the back. "Just zhink of how much fun tonight vill be after two weeks apart." He grinned and kissed Logan leisurely. Logan growled and pulled back after a moment.
"If you keep that up, we'll never get our pizza. In the truck. Now." He smiled to take the edge off the gruff words.
(Break)
Eating their pizza while watching a move, Kurt poked Logan with his tail until he looked over, still chewing.
"I am sorry, Logan."
"For?"
"Asking you to leave vithout talking to you first." Logan tossed a pizza crust at him and it was deflected by his tail.
"All is forgiven, just don't do it again."
"Don't vorry, I von't. Now, ve're done vith our pizza, how about ve go upstairs and get reacquainted?" Kurt grinned ferally and jumped on Logan before porting them both upstairs.
(Break)
Two weeks later, they were lounging in the backyard, planning out future landscaping.
"I zhink ve should put a lilac bush in zhat corner."
"No, we're going to put the willow there, remember? How about over there?" Logan pointed to the opposite corner.
"Zhat vill vork." Kurt's phone buzzed and he pulled it out and frowned. "I have to go. Zhe professor vants to see me." He leaned up to give Logan a kiss and ported to his 'landing zone' in the mansion. He took a moment to look around and smiled when he saw the faint shadow of the crucifix that was now hanging above the bed he shared with Logan. Kurt made his way to Charles's office and found the door standing open. Charles smiled at him and gestured at one of the empty chairs in front of the desk.
"Please, have a seat. Hank should be joining us shortly- and here he is. Perfect timing, Hank. Please sit down." The furry blue man nodded to Kurt and sat down in the other chair.
"Kurt. Charles. It's good to see you both again." Charles rested his elbows on the table and regarded them both for a few second before speaking.
"Thank you for coming. I have a mission that requires both of you. No, Kurt, you will not have to harm anyone and yes, Hank, this is important enough to call you from D.C." Hank had the grace to look embarrassed at his thoughts. "Before either of you ask, this has nothing to do with your color. Hank, you are going because of your negotiation skills. Kurt, you are strictly a translator. If there is trouble, you get out immediately." Charles slid a file across the desk and Hank picked it up. After thumbing through it, he looked at Charles with an eyebrow raised.
"We are to go talk to a German-speaking rogue mutant. In New Jersey?"
"Yes." Hank held the file out to Kurt, who took it and looked through it as well.
"I trust zhe hotel vill know zhat ve require separate beds?" Charles smiled.
"Yes, Kurt." Hank looked confused for a moment before deciding to ignore it.
"When do we leave?"
"Tomorrow morning will be fine. Hank will be staying with you and Logan tonight, Kurt." Kurt nodded and turned to Hank.
"How good is your hearing?"
"No better or worse than your, I assume. Why?"
"Just trying to figure out vich bedroom to put you in. Probably zhe green room, since it's zhe farthest from our bed."
"Your bed?"
"Logan and I." Hank looked confused for a moment, then a look of comprehension passed over his face.
"Oh. When did that happen?"
"Eightish months ago. I moved in about two months ago. I lost a couple of veeks, so my timeline is kind of blurry at zhe moment. Wait, you know about zhis already."
"Do I?"
"Yes, remember he showed you zhe catalog ve are in?"
"Ah, yes, I do recall something like that. Logan likes to get me drunk whenever I visit, so most of my memories are hazy." Charles cleared his throat, getting their attention
"Do you have any questions about the mission?"
"Nein."
"No, Charles."
"Then I'll ask you to continue your conversation elsewhere." Charles smiled at them, and Kurt flushed.
"Entschuldigung, professor. Lebewohl."
(Break)
In the hallway Hank turned to Kurt.
"So, can I just follow you to your house?" Kurt laughed.
"Nein, unless you can teleport. I can take us zhere if you like."
"Are there any weird side effects?"
"Zhat depends, are you fond of your ears zhe vay zhey are?" Before Hank could reply Kurt clasped his arm and ported them to the backyard where Logan was still lying in the grass. He looked over when he heard Kurt bamf in.
"Hey Hank. First time porting?" Hank was anxiously checking himself over before realizing Kurt had been kidding.
"Yes." He scowled at Kurt, who was rolling on the ground with mirthful laughter.
"So, we've got a few hours till supper, what do you want to do, Hank?" Kurt jumped up.
"Oooh! I know! Paintball! It can be ze battle of zhe blue mutants!" Hank looked at Kurt appraisingly.
"How high can you jump?" Kurt looked like he was trying to convert measurements before he shrugged and simply jumped about ten feet in the air. "Not bad." Hank then jumped to the roof of the house, jumped down to land in a crouch and bowed. Kurt applauded enthusiastically.
"Very nice! You could have been a star in zhe circus."
"Nah, I've never been much of a performer." Hank settled down on the grass and poked at Logan with his bare foot. "What do you think of paintball?" Logan shrugged and rolled out of the way before Kurt landed on him.
"It could be fun. Kurt built a giant paintball field, it's really cool." Kurt grinned madly.
"Yay!" Hank held up a hand to forestall the excited revelry.
"I need my spare clothes."
"Vhere are you parked?"
"In the garage, why?"
"Be right back." Kurt ported away in a puff of smoke and Hank turned to Logan.
"Do I even want to know?" Logan smiled.
"I'm guessing he went to get your car. He took your keys out of your pocket when you weren't paying attention. Come on, I'll get you a beer." They went in the house to watch tv while they waited and a while later the sound of an engine coming up the driveway reached them. Hank stood and stretched.
"I don't hear any grinding, so I'm guessing he can drive a stick." Logan laughed. "What?"
"He's quite good at driving a standard. He shifts with his tail."
(Break)
An hour later Logan was creeping through the trees, trying to keep a look out for Hank and Kurt while avoiding twigs. He was already spotted with blue and yellow paint. Kurt had given Hank the blue paintballs since they matched the shade of his fur exactly and wouldn't have shown up on him. Logan caught a flash of blue and climbed the nearest tree as Hank came into view. He stayed as still as possible, barely even breathing, as he watched Hank carefully walk across a clearing. Movement caught his eye and he watched as Kurt jumped from tree to tree, finally getting to a place where he could attack Hank from the air. Kurt perched on the branch for a moment, measuring distance, before making an amazing leap that took him sailing over Hank in a beautiful arc, shooting him at least a dozen times before landing, rolling and climbing up the tree that Logan happened to be in. He stopped about fifteen feet below Logan, unaware that he was not alone in the tree. Logan grinned and checked to be sure his paintball gun was ready before jumping to a branch near Kurt and opening fire. Kurt returned fire on reflex and Logan blindly jumped to the ground, landing with a sickening crack and crumpling to the ground clutching his ankle in agony.
Kurt ported to the ground and upon seeing Logan lying on the ground in pain threw his paintball gun away and crouched beside him.
"Vhat happened?"
"Landed wrong and broke my ankle." Hank came out from the tree he had been hiding behind and pulled Logan's leg straight to examine it. Without warning, he pulled the foot straight so it would heal correctly without having to be re-broken. Logan screamed and Hank only kept his arm because Kurt's tail intercepted Logan's hand halfway down.
"Logan! Hank is only trying to help!" Logan hit the ground hard enough to leave a good-sized dent in the dirt.
"I know, but he could have warned me first!"
"I could have, but I find it's better to do painful things quickly and risk the possibly repercussions. Is it supposed to be making those noises?"
"Ja, zhey are normal. A bit unnerving, but normal." Kurt stood and picked Logan up effortlessly, tossing him over his shoulder in a way that made Hank stare, speechless.
"Damn it, Kurt. Put me down."
"Nein. Ve vill get home faster zhis vay." Kurt walked over to Hank and grasped his forearm before porting them to Logan's living room. He walked to the couch and put Logan on it, totally ignoring his protests. "Logan, shut up and stay here until your ankle is healed."
"Kurt I've broken more bones than I care to count. I know how to wait for them to heal." Kurt tossed a pillow over Logan's head and turned to Hank.
"Zhis could take a vhile. Zhere are towels along vith soap and shampoo in zhe downstairs bathroom."
"Thanks." Hank left the room to get a change of clothes and shower. Kurt jumped on Logan, straddling his stomach, and removed the pillow.
"Now, ve can do zhis zhe easy vay, or zhe hard vay. Easy vay: you relax until your ankle is healed, zhen ve go take a shower. Zhe hard vay: you fight and shower alone." Logan huffed and crossed his arms.
"Fine. I'll be good."
"Zhat's what I hoped you'd say." Kurt smiled and stretched out beside Logan, careful not to jar his healing ankle.
(Break)
After they had all showered and put on clean clothes, they decided to go get supper. Choosing pizza, they went to the shop in town where they usually went. Hank grew more curious as he watched the waiter act friendly toward him and warm to Kurt, but cold to Logan. After they had ordered and the waiter left, he questioned them about it. Logan laughed before answering him.
"The last time we were here, he wasn't going to let me drive, so I bet him that if I passed the breathalyzer test on the wall over there, he'd buy our food and beer. Needless to say I passed and he wasn't happy." He grabbed Kurt's hand as he reached for the shaker of red pepper flakes.
"So you cheated."
No, he was being a jerk and I used my resistance to alcohol to pay him back."
"He really vas being a jerk, Hank," Kurt broke in, sneaking behind Logan with his tail and grabbing the shaker. "I zhink. I vas pretty far gone at zhat point." Kurt thanked the waiter as he brought the pitcher of beer and glasses, then poured for the three of them. Logan laughed and raised his glass.
"Kurt, you always give great head. To being mutants with cool abilities." They clinked their glasses together and drank. "So, about this mission-" Kurt held up a hand to stop him from continuing.
"Zhis better not be you asking me not to go."
"I was just going to ask what it was." Hank took the file out of a coat pocket and handed it to Logan.
"Standard procedure. The only reason Kurt's going is as a translator." Logan flipped through the file and whistled.
"Level five, huh? Kurt, you remember when I told you about what I do and I said there were others who lived elsewhere?"
"Ja."
"Well, Hank is one of them-"
"Logan do you really think this is wise?" He ignored Hank and continued.
"Only he's supposed to get them to change their ways. He doesn't usually fail, but when he does, that's when I get called in."
"Vell, let us hope he is successful." Kurt picked up his glass with his tail and took a drink. "Besides, I am only a translator. Zhere is little chance zhat I vill get hurt." Hank held up a hand.
"Logan, aside from your rather large breach of protocol, I am astounded that you think I would allow anything to happen to Kurt."
"First, I don't hide anything from Kurt. Charles knows this so you can stay out of it. Second, it's not that I think you would let him get hurt, it's the fact that you're going to see a level five mutant that shoots very long, very sharp needles." Kurt placed his hand over Logan's mouth to stop him from going further.
"Logan, ve must have faith zhat everyzhing vill turn out all right. Can ve please stop talking about zhis? And quit licking my hand." Kurt took his hand away, wiped it on Logan's shirt and looked at him patiently. Logan sighed.
"I guess you're right, as usual. I'm sorry." Kurt smiled and kissed his softly.
"Put it from your mind, love. Our pizza is here." The waiter brought their pizza and three plates, putting them on the table with a little more force than necessary before walking away. Kurt dished out three slices and handed one to Hank. "Vould you like pepper flakes?"
"No thanks." Hank looked at the pizza dubiously. "Is this safe to eat?"
"It is only green olives and pineapple. Try it, you vill like it." Kurt carefully shook red pepper flakes onto his pizza, making sure to cover it evenly while Logan looked on, irritated.
"When did you get that?" Kurt smiled innocently.
"Vhatever do you mean?" Kurt inspected his pizza before shaking a few more flakes on and handing the shaker to Logan. Logan took it with a scowl before unscrewing the lid and dumping some onto his pizza, folding it up and taking a bite. Hank shook his head and took an experimental bite.
"Hey, this is pretty good." They enjoyed their pizza until there were only a few pieces left. Kurt was using his tail to manipulate the pizza slicer to cut them up into bite-sized pieces when Scott plopped down across from them.
"Hey guys, what's up?" When Kurt pushed an intact slice of pizza toward him, he took it and took a bite. "Thanks."
"You are velcome. Vhat brings you here?"
"Bobby's in town and he wanted pizza, so I came to get some." He shrugged, finished off the slice, grabbed Kurt's beer and took a drink.
"Jean-Paul didn't come?" Logan asked with interest.
"Nah, he had some sort of business thing, so Bobby came for a visit." Kurt popped a tiny piece of pizza in his mouth, trying to remember something, then grinned.
"So, how is Tim?" Scott shrugged.
"I wouldn't know. Haven't seen him since that night you two and Remy were at Jerry's." Kurt laughed and ate another tiny pizza slice.
"Maybe ve should hook you up vith Remy." Logan snorted, nearly sending beer out of his nose.
"Yeah, that'd work. The whore and the closet case."
"Remy's not a- vell, I guess he is kind of a whore." Scott buried his head in his hands and shook it back and forth, so his voice was muffled.
"I really don't think that would work. I hear he's fond of some pretty out-there things." Hank had been silently following the conversation, amused by the drama that was unfolding. Now he held up his hands and broke in.
"Ok. That's enough. I really, really think this topic should be dropped." Logan chuckled, amused by Hank's expression of horror.
"Really, Hank? You really think we'd go into detail?"
"With you, Logan, I wouldn't doubt it." Scott smiled, then stood.
"Well, it's been great seeing you guys, but I've gotta go, my pizza's ready."
"See ya, tell Bobby we all said hi," Logan said with a wave.
(Break)
That night in bed, Logan and Kurt lay together, spent but satisfied. Kurt curled up with his head on Logan's chest, their fingers entwined on his stomach.
"I do not zhink ve have done two times in a row for a vhile." Logan shrugged.
"Well, you did kind of go all trancey on me and lose a bunch of weight, then carve your arm up and lose a bunch of blood and I made you take it easy to recover and gain the weight back. Which you haven't yet entirely done, by the way." Kurt sighed.
"I have gained most of it back. Besides, Storm says I am in good health and cleared me for missions. Now, vould you razher spend the night talking about my weight, or doing fun zhings?" Kurt's tail slid teasingly up Logan's thigh. Logan sighed in frustration and it turned into a moan as Kurt's tail reached it's goal.
"That's not fair."
"What's zhat saying? All's fair in love and var?" Kurt grinned wickedly.