Logan stood and undid his zipper slowly. Hank remained on the ground for a while, just staring. He wasn't sure what to think. He loved Logan, but it felt too... well, let's just Hank was never a very kinky person. But he knew Logan liked it, so he forced himself to have fun.
"Hank? You ok?" Hank snapped out of whatever trance he was in and looked up at him.
"Oh, I'm fine. What now?"
"Well its gunna be hard to be your bitch if ya still got your pants on." Hank felt a dropping in his stomach. What just happened to him? He was having so much fun. He felt his eyes begin to tear up. "Hank? What's wrong?"
"I don't know..." A small sniffle escaped him. He turned away and wiped his face. Logan quickly pulled his pants back up and knelt to Hank's level.
"What happened? Are you ok?" Logan never really had to deal with crying people before. He always found himself awkward around them. Hank wrapped his legs in his arms and pulled them to his chest.
"I'm just" he let out a small yelp "so happy... but this isn't me." Logan put his arm around him and sat. "I'm sorry. I'm over tired..." He turned away from Logan. He was royally embarrassed to be crying. He never cried around people.
"What happened? Did I do something?" Logan was beginning to become very awkward.
"No, you didn't do anything. You were perfect."
"Then what?" Hank turned and buried his face in Logan's chest. His crying had turned into wailing. Logan began to run his hands through Hank's hair.
"I just-" he lifted himself to look Logan in the eye. "I feel like-" His focus went passed Logan as he talked. "I feel bad treating you like that." Logan hugged him tight and rubbed his back lightly. They sat in each other's embrace for awhile. The quiet rumble of a motorcycle could be heard between Hank's sniffles. Logan kissed him on the top of the head.
"We can stop then. We don't have to do that." He had grown completely flaccid now. This was really killing his mood.
"No, if you want to-"
"No. Obviously you don't wanna, so we won't." The motorcycle sounds were growing louder, and hank could see the lights in the distance now.
"Someone's coming. We should get dressed so you won't" he thought "get embarrassed." His face drooped.
"Hank. What happened to you?"
"Like I said... I'm over tired." He jerked slightly as he began to heave from the heavy crying earlier. Logan held his hand in his and smiled.
"You could never embarrass me." He forced a smile. The lights grew closer.
"I love you." Closer.
"I love you too." Logan leaned in and kissed Hank. The bike pulled up right next to them.
"What the fuck?" the driver yelled. Logan pushed Hank off. He knew that voice.
"I always knew you were a little fruity" Victor said as he stepped off the bike.
"Fuck off, Creed" Logan scowled. He shot his claws out and pointed one toward the approaching man.
"Does killing you count as a hate crime now, you fag?" Logan swallowed back anger. "And what the fuck is up with your boyfriend? Bestiality is a sin, Jimmy..." Hank swallowed back tears.
"I SAID; get the fuck out of here!"
"So what? You can get your ass fucked by this mutant cow? I don't think so." Victor began to walk slowly towards them.
"Hank, get behind that tree." Hank looked up at Logan.
"Logan, I've been fighting just as long as-"
"GET BEHIND THE FUCKIN' TREE!" Hank jumped up and began to run. This was trouble, and he knew it. He felt tears begin to run down his cheeks again. He was an emotional wreck. He got to the tree and looked back to Logan. He circled the man slowly, ready to attack. In the dim light, he saw that the man was about 8 feet tall, a giant to any normal person, and to someone as short as Logan, it looked like David and Goliath. Hank screamed out, too weak feeling to fight "BE CAREFUL!"
The man's head cocked in the direction of the tree, and he began to run. Logan leapt, but missed him entirely. Hank watched as the blur sped towards him, running like a cat. Hank forced himself to stand and he let out a loud roar. The man jumped at him, hands facing outwards. Hank went to chest bump him, but instead he felt something stab into him. Claws, unlike Logan's. More like his own, but much sharper, and longer. Long enough, he assumed, to reach vital organs if lodged in someone's abdomen. He let out a small yelp, then he screamed. The man pulled his hands out and stabbed again. Hank fell to the ground and began to pull himself away. He felt one claw cut into his back. He tasted blood. Then a familiar yell interrupted him. The man was thrust off of him, and Hank could hear them fighting. He turned himself over to his back and felt his own stomach and chest. 24 deep cuts were scattered about on his body, one from each of the man's fingers. A cold realization hit him.
"LOGAN!" he called. He heard a loud grunt come from behind him, then silence.
He lied on his back, alone. He felt colder than before.
"LOGAN!" he called again. He lifted himself to a sitting position, ignoring the pain. Looking around, he saw no one. "LOGAN!" he called again. The blood was warm running down his stomach. He heard footsteps in the distance. Quick footsteps, as though someone was running. "Logan? Is that you?" The man poked his head around the tree. Hank felt his heart ship a beat. He tried to lift himself, but he couldn't. The man smiled evilly.
"Fruity ain't gunna save ya now, blue." The nickname somehow twisted in Hank's mind. He thought of Logan, and how that morning he had been so miserable, and the Ferris wheel, and the restaurant, and the way they had made love, and he knew that Logan was dead, and without Logan... there was nothing.
"Do it, you bastard." The man lifted his arm and grinned.
"This is gunna feel good." He took a swing, and just as he was about to hit him, he flew to the side. Logan ran over and pinned the man to the ground.
"Go fuck yourself." Then Hank heard a squelching sound. Logan ran over to hank and knelt down next to him.
"You ok, blue?" Hank said nothing. Logan looked down at him and saw the glistening on his body. Then he smelled the blood. "Hank? Oh Shit!" Logan felt his stomach flip. He put his arm around Hank and moved in closer. "Wanna lie down?"
"Please." Logan shifted himself so that Hank was resting on his lap.
"Does it hurt?"
"Yes."
"Hank... I-"
"I'm not afraid to die."
"Don't say that... NEVER say that!" Logan felt himself getting angry. Hank put his hand up and stroked Logan's face. He felt something wet fall on him. It was beginning to rain. "Hank... You're not gunna die."
"You don't know that."
"Yeah, I do."
"I have to tell you something."
"Then tell me something."
"This morning... My dream was about you." Hank chuckled slightly, but cringed soon after from pain.
"I kinda figured."
"I love you. I really do."
"Then promise me you won't die."
"You have my word."