A/N: Logan, Kurt, and everyone else is the property of Marvel. Not me, no matter how much I wish it. I just borrow them on occasion to play and the like. Nothing more. Also, this is where things get…steamy. If you're not cool with that, I suggest you click the back button. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Dinner had been an awkward affair. Logan still paid no attention to Kurt or anyone for that matter. Kurt tried to act as though he wasn't bothered, but picked half heartedly at his dinner. Rogue glared daggers down the table at Logan, Kitty wore a secretive smirk, and Bobby had shaken his head as though he had simply given up. Storm had looked between them all, a bemused expression on her face. Charles had stayed out of it.
Logan was the first one done with his meal, and after depositing his dishes in the dish washer, had disappeared. Rogue had stared after him, eyes tightening into a look she had learned from him, one that sent people rapidly in the other direction. She almost looked as though she was considering siphoning off his powers and knocking him out for a few hours. It wasn't just that he was obviously bothering Kurt, who as far as she knew had done nothing wrong; it was that he was supposed to be honorable, and good, and ignoring the poor guy for no reason didn't seem right to her. But he wouldn't listen to her. Which also grated on her nerves.
Bobby and Kitty glanced at each other over Rogue's head. Kitty was trying very hard not to giggle at it all. She loved the idea that the grownups were having more drama issues than most of the teenagers. It was like living in a soap opera, but better. Bobby at this point had bought into the idea that maybe Kurt and Logan had something going on, but thought Rogue was blowing it out of proportion. They should just let it be, in his opinion. Which apparently wasn't worth paying attention to. He followed the lead of his professors and kept clear of it, waiting until the dust settled and they could all get on with their lives.
Kurt stayed after dinner to help Storm put away the dishes and load up the dish washer once more as he did every night. Storm watched him perching on the counter, drying plates then stacking them with his tail. Normally he was very talkative, and they chatted about her classes and what he'd done that day. Tonight, Storm had to draw him into conversation, with Kurt barely giving monosyllabic answers. "So, Logan seems to be in an even worse mood than usual," she said non-chalantly. "I suppose," Kurt answered, putting away the last plate and jumping off the counter. "I asked him if he'd seen you, and he nearly bit my head off. And Rogue's showing the same temperament. I forget sometimes that she took on some of his 'finer' qualities, it's like living in a mansion with two Logan's." "Poor Bobby," Kurt grinned. "Yeah, I don't envy him. If he's smart, he'll stay out of her way until she chills out. Or get her ice cream."
"About the ice cream," Kurt ducked his head. "You already ate it didn't you," Storm gave him a look. "No, but I'm going to," he 'ported in and out of the freezer, coming back with the tub of ice cream held in his tail and a spoon in hand. "Don't come crying to me when most of the female population of this mansion comes banging on your door demanding you buy them more," she warned, letting him go. He actually doubted that it would come to that, most of the girls at the school seemed to like him, and were nice, but he had never witnessed an ice cream shortage. Storm had; it hadn't been pretty.
Times like this were when Kurt felt bad for those who didn't have a prehensile tail. He could carry his ice cream without getting his hands cold, and walk down the hall with no problems. He'd been waiting most of the day for the ice cream, which was chocolate and packed with fudge and marshmallow. It was most likely unhealthy to binge on ice cream just because of some slight emotional turmoil, but he spent enough time working out it wouldn't be a problem. At least that was how he rationalized it to himself padding down the hall to his room.
The door shut with a soft click, and Kurt was in almost total darkness. Not that he really needed that much light, the window gave him enough to see by. He stood by the door, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness. His room was quiet, nothing but the creak of his swing, his rosary sliding off the table…someone breathing? He flipped the light switch and nearly dropped his dessert at seeing Logan sitting on his swing, idly examining his rosary. "Hey," Logan nodded in greeting, setting the beads back down. Kurt sighed heavily, sitting down in his hammock. "If you are going to kill me, may I finish my ice cream first? I've been looking forward to it all day." "Who said I'm going to kill you?" "What else am I supposed to think? You ignored me all day, I thought you were mad at me," Kurt took another spoonful of ice cream. "I wouldn't kill you, even if I was mad at you. Which I'm not, just to clear that up." "Appreciate it," Kurt mumbled around his ice cream. He turned around so he could face Logan, who slouched forward on the swing. He made what should have looked childish look natural, and hardly seemed out of place on the seat, arms wrapped around the ropes holding it to the ceiling.
"Vhy are you here then, if you're not going to kill me?" "I can't just drop in?" Logan asked. Kurt raised an indigo eyebrow, spoon stuck in his mouth. "Logan, don't insult us both." Logan smirked, more a bearing of teeth than anything. "Fair enough elf. I'll just get to the point." "Zat would be nice." "It'd be easier if you quit interrupting. You left last night before I could answer. Pretty rude if you ask me," Logan said, stretching his legs out in front of him and leaning back on the swing. Kurt dropped his gaze, focusing on his ice cream instead of the other man in his room. "Unless 'Ro started buying some new ice cream I don't know about, that double fudge marshmallow isn't going to give you the answers or tell you what to say next," Logan said softly. "How did you know what kind of ice cream it was?" "I could smell it. I can smell a lot that others can't." There was a tone to his voice, a quirk of his lips as he said that that made heat rush up Kurt's face, and he was thankful he was blue and couldn't visibly blush. But of course Logan would know he was embarrassed, which just made it worse.
Logan watched in satisfaction as Kurt dropped his gaze back to his dessert, shoveling another spoonful into his mouth. He met his gaze once more, looking still wary, but resigned. "Vhat do you want exactly Logan? Vhat is going on?" "You tell me elf," Logan stretched, giving every appearance of being at ease. Though of course it was an act, he was aware of everything going on, ready to react to anything at a moment's notice. Kurt looked quizzically at him. "Think about it. No rush, I'm not going anywhere." Kurt capped his ice cream, settling in more comfortably in his hammock to think. He murmured to himself in German as he thought, and Logan was able to follow enough to know he was weighing the options, looking at everything from every angle. He was more tactical than he'd originally thought.
Time ticked by, and Kurt finally came to a conclusion. But it just couldn't be right. It was just not possible that the Wolverine…no, he was being stupid again. However, he had to know for sure, just to say something to Logan who was waiting, and appeared to be dozing as well. Logan cracked open one eye, noticing Kurt looked shell shocked, like someone had hit him upside the head with a bat. "Yeah?" "You like me." He sighed, "Again? Thought we went over this-'' "Nein, I mean, you like me." Oh Christ, what is this, middle school? Logan thought, but seeing the look on Kurt's face, he kept that to himself. "You figured it out all on your own." "Vhy?" "Why not?" "B-because!" "Give me one good reason why not, Kurt, and I'll leave you alone if that's what you want," Logan got to his feet. "No, I don't want…I, but…" "Can't think of one, can you? Then let me tell you why. For sitting up talking with me about life in the circus, or your place in Boston. For getting me some fancy beer and cigars just 'cause you were worried that I didn't like you. 'Cause you're probably one of the nicest guys I've ever met. And before you say anything about being blue or anything like that, I really don't give a damn." Frankly, Kurt wasn't too sure about all that, not when he thought of Logan's previous love, Miss Grey.
Taking his silence as a sign that he wasn't interested, Logan sighed and got to his feet. Well, at least he'd finally gotten around to telling him. That was something. And now…now they could spend the rest of time making awkward eye contact and not talking. Damn it. "Now who's leaving before the other can answer," Kurt huffed. Logan glanced back at him, stopping with his hand on the door knob. He sighed and went back to his seat. Kurt twirled his spoon in his fingers while he scrambled for the right words. "I suppose…I like you too Logan…" he trailed off, his gaze unconsciously flicking to his rosary.
Ah-ha. "Listen elf, not to rain on your parade or anything, but the way I look at it, the big guy upstairs doesn't care who sleeps with who. He just wants you to be happy," Logan shrugged. "Are you sure you aren't just saying zat to get me to agree with whatever wicked thoughts you have?" Kurt asked lightly. Logan pulled an affronted expression, "Fair enough blue, you caught me." Kurt grinned, a bright flash of white in his dark blue face. "For that, now you have to catch me Logan."
"What? Wait!" Logan reached out to grab Kurt, only to grasp a handful of smoke. "God damn it," he swore, charging into the hallway. Of course he'd go there, where everyone else could hear if they wanted to. Rogue would have a field day with this if only she could see him. He stopped in the middle of the hall, listening, scenting. The ceiling creaked and he heard a soft "Damn!" as Kurt tried to creep up on him. The scent of brimstone grew stronger as he 'ported once more, probably farther away. But now he had something to go on. He padded down the hall, relying strictly on his nose to lead him. The shadows were so thick and Kurt knew how to use him, he could be right above him laughing, and he'd never know. Damned elf probably was up there come to think of it. A door down the hall opened and closed, but no one went in or came out. It was his room.
Logan jingled the door knob; locked. Did Kurt really think that would deter him? One claw slid out and into the lock, and the door popped open. "I know you're in here Kurt," he called. "I know you know. The question is, can you find me?" Kurt's voice answered, thick with suppressed laughter. Logan looked to the ceiling, in the corners, wondering why he didn't just turn the light on. But that would ruin the game.
"Gutentag," Logan turned in a complete circle, and found Kurt upside down, smiling broadly at him. "Cute. But by my count, I caught you" he said sarcastically. Kurt twisted and spun through the air, landing on his feet and bowing with all the flair of a trapeze performer. "Who's to say I didn't let you catch me?" he asked as he stood up straight and looked down at Logan. "I think you just gave up; you knew I'd catch you anyway. Decided to make it easier on yourself," Logan answered. "You know vhat they say about assuming Logan." "What do they say about assuming?" Logan crossed his arms, tilting his head back to meet Kurt's eyes. "Assuming makes an ass of you and me."
Logan shook his head, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and index finger. He looked up after a minute, his hand dropping to his side. Kurt beamed at him, teeth startlingly white in the darkness of the room. "Who taught you that?" Logan asked. "I don't remember. It might've been Miss Rogue," Kurt's brows drew together, small frown lines forming between them. "Sounds like something Rogue would say," Logan agreed softly. Kurt backed up until he was perching on the edge of Logan's bead, putting him now looking up at him. "Say you did catch me. What happens now?" he cocked his head to the side, tail swishing in lazy arcs behind him. "Well, that's all up to you elf," Logan answered, idly scratching the back of his neck. "I see. But, vhy is it up to me, if you won?" "Wouldn't want to force you into anything. Not my thing really," Logan shrugged. Kurt nodded in understanding; however, he would much prefer to not have to make the first move. Though he did appreciate the gesture, and knew what it meant coming from Logan, who was usually the one to take charge of any situation.
"So, let me test my understanding here. Whatever happens, whatever is started, is up to me?" Logan nodded. "Zhen I could potentially just go back to my room and finish my ice cream?" "It's probably melted into a sticky mess by now." "I like it zhat way," he insisted. "It's easier to eat a lot of ice cream, because I can just drink it." "You're a regular genius Kurt," Logan said, rolling his eyes. "I can do better," Kurt boasted. Logan arched one eye brow. "Oh yeah? Prove it," he challenged, leaning close, invading Kurt's space the slightest bit. He watched as Kurt's eyes narrowed in determination, and he licked his lips before stretching up and placing them on Logan's lips. His eyes squeezed shut, because, on the slim chance he wasn't welcome, he didn't want to see it. Kurt actually flinched minutely when Logan's hand slid up the back of his skull, through his curls to pull him closer, expecting to hear the snikt of claws unsheathing and decapitating him.
Instead he felt Logan's tongue pushing gently against his lips, which he opened, allowing entrance. It wasn't unpleasant. In fact, were anyone to ask him about it, he would say it was rather nice. However, they'd have to wait to ask him, as he was busy placing his hands on Logan's waist and hesitantly pulling him flush against him as best he could from sitting down. Logan pulled away, hardly short of breath at all. "You sure about this elf? There won't be any going back," he asked, brows drawn together and slight concern evident on his face. Kurt looked at him, head to one side thoughtfully. "Yes, I am sure," he said after a moment, which seemed to be all Logan needed to hear. He practically collapsed against Kurt, kissing him once more, harsher this time, tongue exploring his mouth. Kurt in turn clung to Logan, legs around his waist and hands in his hair, tail thudding on the mattress. Logan pushed Kurt's shirt up as high as it would go until Kurt had to let go to finish. He ended up hanging onto Logan with his legs, Logan's arms around him to support him.
"What's the matter?" Logan asked, noticing a look of pain on Kurt's face. "You're bending my tail," Kurt hissed. His tail was trapped between his back and Logan's arms, bent at an awkward angle. "Sorry," Logan moved and Kurt's tail swung free, unbending. "Much better," Kurt sighed, flinging his shirt into the corner of the room. Logan's shirt followed, as well as his belt, which banged against the wall, making Kurt wince. He kicked his boots off, shoving them to the side with his foot, and pulled himself onto his bed. Kurt peered up from underneath him, eyes wide, lips parted slightly. He was a bit afraid, a bit apprehensive, but mainly excitement came off him in waves. Logan saw it, the way his pulse jumped in his neck, how he licked his suddenly dry lips, how the pupils of his chrome yellow eyes dilated, smell it on him.
Logan lowered his lips onto Kurt's, kissing like he would devour him, nipping at his lower lip. He held himself up with one arm while the other grasped the waistband of his pants and slid them down a fraction at a time. At the same time, something was sliding along the top of his pants, and it wasn't Kurt's hands, as they were both around his neck. No, his tail was pressed flat against his skin, and sliding past his jeans. However, even with the belt gone, it was a tight fit, so his tail moved on to unbutton them and pull the zipper down. What amazed Logan was that Kurt could divide his attention like that, continue kissing him and undo his pants with his tail, and not miss a beat. He paused long enough to help push his jeans down until he could kick them off. With one swift movement, Kurt's were off as well, landing on top of Logan's.
Logan swallowed thickly, and his voice was hoarse as he told Kurt to roll over so he was braced on his forearms and knees, legs on either side of Logan's. Kurt kept his tail to the side, out of the way where hopefully it wouldn't get bent or crushed. He tried to glance over his shoulder to see what Logan was doing. He saw him spit in his hand before catching his eye. Logan snarled softly, "No!" Kurt let out a squeak and dropped his head forward. A gasp was torn from his throat as Logan started to force his way into him, and pain lanced from the base of his tail up his back. The harsher Logan from a second before disappeared and he stopped. "Are you ok?" Kurt nodded, panting. Taking him at his word, Logan continued to push until he was fully sheathed in Kurt. He paused once more, until Kurt now snapped at him that he had betternot stop. Logan grinned, a fierce baring of teeth and pulled out nearly all the way before bucking his hips and thrusting back in. By luck he brushed against that one bundle of nerves that wiped away the pain that had being burning along Kurt's back, and set him pushing backward to meet Logan thrust for thrust.
Kurt's hands flexed, blunt nails biting into the mattress. Heat had pooled in his groin, and was filling him up, spreading outward with each thrust from Logan. His very nerves were on fire, or sparking with electricity, or flowing like water. It was…wonderful. Were Kurt able to come up with a better word he would have. As it was, he clenched his eyes shut and shuddered with the waves of pleasure that rippled through him and tore a shriek from his throat, quickly muffled in a pillow. Somewhere in all of it, he felt a stab of pain, but that was overridden by Logan sliding into him one more time, seeming to freeze, trying to prolong the experience. After what felt like eternity, they collapsed together onto the bed, which creaked softly, each trying to catch their breath.
Logan's nose twitched as he watched Kurt stretch to his full length next to him, arms reaching towards the headboard and legs pointed towards the foot. "Are you asking for a belly rub or something?" Logan asked, watching him bask in the afterglow. "Nien," Kurt practically purred, rolling onto his side. There, stronger now, the scent that had been bothering Logan since they'd fallen onto the bed. It was familiar, faintly metallic, and he could taste it as well. Blood. One of them was bleeding. Not a lot, but enough that he could smell it. He leaned over Kurt, inhaling, trying to pinpoint the scent. Kurt was bleeding, from his neck, where he'd bitten him by accident there at the end, and…
"Kurt?" "Hmm?" Kurt lifted his head, looking at him with his curls in disarray sticking to his forehead. "I've got a question," Logan looked at the bed. "Were…have you…ever had sex before at all?" "You mean before tonight?" Kurt asked, propping himself up on his elbow. Logan nodded. "Nien. Vhy?" "Damn it! Why didn't you tell me? I didn't hurt you did I?" Kurt smiled softly at the concern. "No, Logan, don't worry. I'm fine. Well, I expect I'll be sore, but you didn't hurt me." Logan sighed in relief, flopping back onto the bed, one arm flung up by his head. "Have you even had a girlfriend or whatever?" "There was a girl, Jimaine Szardo, the daughter of the women who raised me back in the circus. But we were young, it was-what is it? - puppy love? Yes, puppy love," Kurt sounded wistful, remembering what once was.
"Nobody after that?" Logan glanced at him. "Not really," Kurt murmured. "How come?" "Well, Logan, I am blue, and I have a tail and pointed ears, and I can teleport at will. Not many girls want to date the demon in the circus," now the elf sounded almost bitter. Logan understood of course. People, especially kids, could often be cruel, and anything or anyone that was different was unacceptable. Kurt was born as different as one could be; he'd never had those few precious years before mutation kicked in, when he could pretend like he was normal. Though, in retrospect, it had probably turned out for the better; to have those few years of normal life, and then have them taken away, to be persecuted by those who he once counted among friends would have been the harshest thing he could endure.
"It wasn't so terrible. I had the circus, I had fans. Quite a lot of them didn't believe this was how I really looked either. Many thought it was paint and props," Kurt laughed to himself at the very idea. "Let me guess, some of them found out it was real, and took exception," Logan asked. "Yes. They didn't want a demon near their children. I was just a child myself, I couldn't keep running and teleporting forever. So I left. I came here, and lived peacefully for a few years. Until Stryker found me," unconsciously he felt at the back of his neck, which still bore a circular scar. He brushed against the bite mark along his neck, which felt bruised and almost hot, but wouldn't show.
Logan had the distinct impression Kurt wasn't telling all. But why should he? "Elf, what are you doing?" Kurt was sliding to the floor. "I vas just…I vas going to get my air mattress," he said softly. "Why would you do that? There's plenty of room here," Logan slid over, making room. "I'm sorry…sorry," Kurt mumbled. He felt a hand close on his tail, and looked back at Logan. "Quit your apologizing and get your blue ass back into this bed." Kurt's face broke into a wide grin, and crawled back in so he was spooned against Logan, who flung one arm across his stomach almost protectively. He had wanted to actually spend some time going over what had just happened. Yet he found himself feeling fuzzy brained, with sleep blurring his vision. Plus he was so comfortable, and Logan was so very warm. Darkness sucked him under, and pulled him into sleep.
A/N: this took me soooo long to type. I kept going over it, and over it. I'm basically happy with it now. So, y'know, reviews? I mean, you don't have to, I won't force you. Only if you want.
Oh, almost forgot, some of Kurt's background was taken from the comics, not the movie. just in case anyone was curious or whatever.