Scott, I'll love you forever.

Chapter 10

In the Lover's Heart.

Ever sense the day Logan had set foot back in the mansion he had been in agony. Scott was mere inches from him and yet it would have been easier for Logan if he had been on the other side of the world. The only thing that gave Logan any sort of comfort was the looks Scott would cast him when they were across a table from each other or the whispers he would leave on Logan's ear as they passed each other in the halls.

Scott was shaping up to be as strong a Field Leader as the Professor had hoped, he was decisive in drills and simulations; he was strong and motivational. He was everything any one could hope for and more. So it came as no surprise to any one when the time came for the junior X-men join on low risk missions that Scott was included in the list of students.

Logan stuck his head into the kitchen one day and smirked at the cluster of students, "Mission time kiddies."

Scott watched Logan pull on his uniform over his muscular form, he watched Logan stretched his large hands in his gloves, and he watched Logan role his muscular neck. Scott wanted to pull Logan to him and kiss him, he wanted to throw caution to the wind and have Logan take him right there in the locker room.

"Here." Logan said, interrupting Scott's train of thought by extending a trinket to Scott, "it's just a prototype but it should help you if things get a little more… dangerous."

Scott looked at the visor and took his glasses off and slipped the visor on to his face, it fit well and though it limited his peripheral vision slightly it was more secure then his glasses ever were.

"Get to the jet." Logan said slapping Scott on the ass and stalking off towards Hank and Remy.

Scott sat next to Mari and they both gazed out on the three older men standing in a circle, "What do you suppose those three are doing?" Mari asked pulling her hair into a tight pony tail.

Scott shrugged, "If it were just Logan and Remy I'd say having a shot of Tequila before the mission… but with Hank…" Scott ended his sentence in a shrug and looked at the cockpit to give himself anything to think of except how much he longed for Logan's touch.

By the time the Junior X-men had finished with the crowd control and setting up a perimeter there was no action to be had, Remy and Logan had taken care of anything remotely threatening and stood back as Hank gave the Junior X-men a walk through of what the older man had done.

"When we get home mon amour, Remy wants to feel those strong hands on him." Remy whispered into Logan's ear as they trailed behind the group. Logan smirked and shook his head.

"Sorry Remy, I told you already I'm just not interested any more."

"Don't give that nonsense to me Logan." Remy said pulling Logan farther behind the group and eyeing Logan with his dark red eyes, "Remy knows what Logan wants, Logan wants Remy to beg. Eh-? Mon amour-?"

Logan smirked again and shook his head starting to walk after the others, "Yes Remy that's what I want, I want you to beg."

The post mission shower was more a ritual than a necessity especially on missions like these, simple search and extract missions nobody even broke a sweat but Logan still stood in the showers in the locker room letting the hot water wash over him. Logan's eyes were closed and his head was tilted up to the shower head, he felt hands on him, he knew those silky smooth hands, with their long fingers. He knew those full lips kissing his back he'd felt them before, but it felt like a lifetime ago that he had felt them play over his skin.

"I give mon amour, Remy will beg now."

Logan's back went ridged when he heard Remy's voice and he grabbed his arm pulling him around to be pinned against the wall. A low threatening growl issued from his lips.

Scott watched transfixed by Remy, Scott couldn't move from the spot where he was rooted. He watched as Remy ran his hands across Logan's chest and lower to stroke Logan's cock into life. Jealousy burned in Scott's stomach, nearly uncontrollable rage began to boil in him as Logan swung Remy around and pinned him to the wall.

Remy ground his hips into Logan's and half closed his eyes, "I want you Logan. I NEED you mon amour." He moaned softly in Logan's ear.

Logan growled again and forced Remy to face the wall.

Scott couldn't watch any more he turned and ran, he ran up the stairs and out of the mansion on to the wide lawn. He looked up in the clear sky and fell to his knees. Love was a joke, it had all been a long elaborate joke.

Logan growled and wrenched Remy's arms high on his back, Remy cringed in pain, "Now you listen to me you Cajun fuck. If you touch me again I am going to break ever bone in your body." Logan turned from the wall and thrust Remy away from him and shut off the shower. His chest was heaving and anger smoldered in his stormy eyes. Remy shook his head and walked away into the darkness of the locker room shaking his arms out.

Scott had been lying on his back for a while, his shirt still open and the sun still beating down on him, when Logan found him. He sat down next to Scott and eyed the slightly reddened skin on his chest, "I've been looking for you everywhere."

Scott scoffed slightly and turned to look at Logan, "I doubt you really thought you could find me in Remy's ass."

Logan mouthed the words 'Remy's ass' for a moment with some confusion, "Wha-" he started but then a look of realization came over him, "You saw us in the shower then."

"I did." Scott said pushing himself up on one arms looking at Logan daring him to try and explain it.

"Then you should know that I said no."

Scott blinked at Logan from behind the visor he was still wearing, "You said – no-?"

"To be honest I said I'd break every bone in his body if he tried anything with me again… but yeah that's the gist of it."

Scott turned his head away and looked at the grass.

"When I said I'd always love you I meant it." Logan said leaning close to Scott and kissing him gently. Scott rolled over to kiss Logan but he was already walking back up the lawn. Scott looked back at the sky and tangled his hands into the soft grass, why did he believe Logan? There was no reason to, every indication pointed to Logan's falsehood, for Scott being made a fool of, but he could not bring himself to believe it, he wanted Logan to be telling the truth. At the end of the day he needed Logan to be telling the truth; and that was ultimately why Scott had to leave.

Scott's things were packed and ready, he cast one last look around the room he had been sharing with Warren and picked up his bag. By the time dinner was over and he was missed he would be half way to the city and from there no one would be able to find him. Scott left his visor sitting on the window sill and made his way down the stairs.

The sun was setting quickly across the city; Scott sat in the nearly deserted subway terminal and rubbed his eyes from underneath his glasses. The smell of pizza wafted down the tunnel and Scott's stomach complained loudly, Scott herd foot steps coming down the stairs and looked up to see two men he had hoped to never see again. They stood at the edge of the platform drunkenly swaying slowly. Scott's stomach growled again as he stood to leave and the two men turned to see him. Scott bolted for the stairs but the taller of the men caught his forearm and yanked him back down the stairs, "Oh sweet heart, I haven't seen you in a while."

Scott struggled for a moment longer until the subway car pulled into the terminal and he was dragged into the car. The two men gripped Scott's wrists painfully and sat him down between them. The conductor looked at Scott and motioned for his ticket, Scott shook his head with wide eyes until the man that had grabbed him fished in his coat pocket for the ticket, "Somebody's having a bad trip." He said offering the ticket to the conductor and nodding to Scott, "we told him not to take anything but he just doesn't listen."

The subway car pulled to a stop and the two men hustled Scott out of the car dragging him up the stairs on to a dirty street. Scott twisted his arms and shouted at a passing cab but one of his captors struck him across the face with such ferocity that he went crashing to the ground. Scott shook his head and tasted the blood that was filling his mouth; he spit out the blood and licked the inside of the lip that he had split. He heard a cold laugh and looked up to see the lined face of a stately man that stood above him laughing uncontrollably. The man spit on Scott and yanked him up by the pack that was still on his back, "Pathetic."

Scott sat in his familiar room, the bed was in the same spot it had been when he had descended from the window into Hank's waiting car, the walls were the same dusty red, and it still smelled of stale perfume and sweat. Scott went to the window and shook the glass pain harder and harder until a scream of frustration issued from his mouth. That same cold laugh came from behind him and Scott spun around to look at the source.
The owner of the laugh hadn't changed at all either, he was still tall and thin still dressed in his three piece suit and his hair slicked back, "I remember when I first picked you up out of the street and brought you back here you shared a room with 4 other boys, but you" the man shook his head and pulled a hand out of his pocket to jester about the room, "you were a power hungry little whore. You were the best we had, the prime stock, and then you went and ran off like that."

Scott sank to the floor he pulled his knees up to his chest and glared down at the floor, "and for what?" He murmured clenching his fists.

"Exactly, for what? You only ended up right back here, right where you belong."

"I just thought that I could be more-"

"More than what?" the man thundered, "more than a whore? More than a million dollar a night whore? What more do you think you can be? What more do you think you can ever become? This is who you are!"

Scott surged to his feet and stood staring into the man's eyes, his hands clenched and unclenched until the man pushed him Scott shot his arms out and pushed back sending the man stumbling back a few feet. The man kneed Scott in the stomach and dragged him to the bed pulling off his belt as he went and yanked up Scott's shirt up striking him again and again. Scott struggled but the man put his knee on Scott's raw back and pulled up his feet yanking off Scott's shoes and socks and thrashing the bottoms of Scott's feet.

There was silents for a long time after the thrashing had stopped, the man laced his belt back into his pants and looked at Scott, "This is why I am MR. Levred and you are just Scott. All you'll ever be is Scott."

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So I got this chapter out with little trouble and hopefully the rest will come with some easy for a while. You'll see that this chapter has taken a rather dramatic turn to the darker side of my writing. The choice to take this turn down the darker street comes after much debate and frustration, but I feel like I can finally devote the sort of attention to detailed that is needed to have this little detour. Thank you all for being so patient and I'm very sorry for the delay.