Scott, I'll love you forever.
Chapter 19
Live Free
There wasn't a quite corner of the mansion to be stolen. There was commotion everywhere, students in long, hot robes rushing about parents chasing them with combs as if they were once again petulant children. Scott wandered in the crowd feeling a profound feeling of complete and total loneliness. A large hand wrapped around his forearm tugging it quickly causing him to pivot on a dime and come face to face with Logan.
He lit up; tossing himself carelessly at Logan draping his arms around the older man's neck, "I knew you'd be here, I didn't see you this morning"
"I had something to take care of this morning," Logan murmured disentangling himself from Scott, "shouldn't you get into line?"
Scott looked over his shoulder and nodded giving Logan's hand a final squeeze and joined the growing line of students. Logan smirked and went to the back doors pushing them open and letting the hot air he had just so recently escaped wash over him with new fervor. Ororo patted a chair next to her enthusiastically and Logan sank into it smirking at her.
"You look happy today."
"It was a good morning; I got a lot of stuff settled."
Ororo nodded slowly and nodded to Remy approaching, "not with Remy though I see."
Logan growled under his breath as Remy sat down next to Logan stretching his arm to wrap around Logan's broad shoulders and drape his delicate fingers over Logan's collar bone.
"What do you think you're doin' Rems?"
A slow and broad smirk spread across Remy's lips, "Just stretching out." Logan shrugged his shoulder in a hope to dislodge Remy's hand however the fingers stayed firmly in place brushing softly across Logan's collar bone. Logan eyed the offending appendages for a moment then lifted his eyes beseechingly to Ororo's face. She smiled wickedly and draped her arm over Logan's other shoulder whispering softly in Logan's ear, "Just relax and it'll be funny." Logan smirked at her and leaned his head back on the pile of arms now behind his neck.
The ceremony wasn't long, there were only a few graduates but there was an inordinate amount of commotion in the mansion for such a small group. Despite the heat the ceremony was beautiful. As Marie stood to give her Valedictorian speech she looked out over the crowed and smiled. She was a woman now Logan couldn't help thinking to himself; she has grown up so much he had to admit.
"I've spent the better part of my life at this school. I've learned more in my time here than I could anywhere else." Mari began balling her hands in a nervous gesture she had picked up from Logan, "It's not very impressive to be the valedictorian of a graduating class this small, but to tell the truth I would have been so unhappy to be in a class much bigger than this, because all of the other kids on the stage with me today are my friends, really they're my family. I say this because we've been in it all together; we've been in fights and breakups, and hookups, and make-ups, and long lazy Sunday afternoons, and trips to the beach, which our youth coordinator Mr. Logan was so kind to drive us to and plan for us and if you know any of us you know that was so much trouble for him, and we've shared long sleepless nights cramming for exams and a million other thangs." Mari uncurled her fists and tossed the little pile of papers she had in front of her to Bobby whom sat stunned, "I Have to be honest with all of you I haven't been reading my speech, it was beautiful and meaningful but I have to level with all of you, we, all of us graduates, have worked so hard to get here, and we are closer than any group of kids can get. We toiled side by side with our faculty trying to educate ourselves for a better future not only for ourselves and our children but for all of mankind!" She sat triumphantly her head held high and her arms crossed across her chest.
The sun was setting, a huge dinner had been served on the lawn and everyone had had a good time Logan and Scott has contented themselves for most of the day with covert expressions of affection and subtle body language; but now that the day had cooled off and people were filtering into the mansion both men were impatient for their time alone. Scott grasped Logan's hand and jerked him nun too kindly towards the stairs. Logan submitted to Scott's will falling to his knees behind the locked door of his darkened room and proceeding to worship Scott's body. Logan trailed kisses up Scott's firm thigh stroking his lover's hard length into desperate erectness. Scott's breath came in heavy warm gasps as Logan brought him wave after wave of passion. Scott could feel his knees buckling but as soon as the realization came over Scott he could feel Logan's strong hands clasping him and gently lowering him to the floor. Scott gasped as Logan's hot wet mouth closed around his hard cock. They made love that night, with more passion and fervor than any couple in the history of the world could have mustered. The long separation between the two men and the longing they had, had to endure had only served to bring them closer.
As the sun can up the couple lay half asleep on Logan's bed a blanket pulled half hazard over the both of them. Scott's head rested on Logan's shoulder his breathing soft and shallow, Logan had his free arm wrapped around Scott's waist keeping him close as if he would simply slip away like a dream. A sharp knock brought Logan out of his half sleep with a sharp jerk that threatened to send him off the bed, as he teetered on the edge of his bed he could hear Remy's voice calling to him.
"Logan! Get up! We've got a mission!"
He finally succeeded in regaining his balance and soothing the now groggily waking Scott and rolled back to his side wrapping his arm once again Scott's waist, "go away Rems." He growled punctuating his order with a kiss on Scott's neck.
There was silents outside the door and then Logan her a key in his lock, dam he had forgotten to take back the second key Remy had. He was really fucked now. Logan jumped out of bed and kicking the door quickly as a warning to Remy he grabbed Scott wrapping him in the blanket and hustled him into the bathroom. Remy started to open the door and Logan kicked it closed again grabbing a pair of tattered jeans and pulling them on hastily and glaring at Remy whom had thrown the door open at that point rubbing the side of his face.
"What the hell Logan?!" Remy grumbled angrily, and sat heavily on Logan's bed, "I come to wake you up and you slam a door on my face."
"Sorry about that…" Logan mumbled clutching the bath room door knob so that Scott couldn't get out.
"Any ways, if you can find that Scott kid tell him he's field leader for this mission and to get down to the ready room right away." Remy said standing. An audible gasp came from behind the bathroom door and Remy pivoted and looked at Logan, "what was that?"
"What are you talking about Rems?" Logan asked trying to look as if Remy's question was completely out of the blue.
"Who's in your bathroom?"
"What-?"
"You- Oh Logan you're going to get fired."
"For what?" Logan asked crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow mischievously.
"You've gotta' student in you're bathroom!" Remy breathed and shut the door to Logan's room, "The Professor's going to have your skin."
"I would never have a student in my room Remy."
Remy reached out for the door knob, "then let me look."
Logan stepped out of the way hoping that Scott had had the wits to hide. There was no one in the bathroom Remy moved the shower curtain and looked at the ceiling and whit a shrug left Logan's room closing the door behind him. Logan opened the cabinet doors under his sink and gazed in astonishment at how Scott had managed to squeeze himself and the blanket between he pipes and the walls, "sorry Scott."
Scott grinned at Logan and went to go pick up his own pants from the floor, "I understand Logan, for everyone to see us together this soon after graduation would make it obvious that we had been messing around before then."
Logan nodded. Scott stopped dressing and faced Logan, "I can't believe I'm going to be a field leader!"
Logan tired to smile but it faltered as Scott turned happily to pull his shirt out from under the bed. Scott could be – would be a wonderful field leader but Logan's stomach was still twisted into knots as they made their way to the ready room.
It wasn't a hard mission, almost completely strait forward; there were children in a building and protesters outside the building, and there was roof access. Logan gazed at the model of the building; there were three entrances from the ground level.
"I don't think they'll try to break in," Hank said then turning to look at Scott seriously, "However, these mobs can turn violent very quickly."
Scott nodded tapping his finger thoughtfully on the table, "When we land on the roof; Remy I want you and Mari to go down stairs and guard the West entrance, Logan you and Warren go down to the East entrance," Logan looked up from the model and raised an eyebrow in Scott's direction, "Kurt go with Kitty and Bobby to the main entrance, Hank you and I will go and take the kids to the jet, obviously Ororo I want you to stay in the jet, keep it ready to take off if things turn ugly."
Logan watched Scott pull on his new uniform, the tight fabric molding to the sensual curves of his body. Scott arched his back stretching in the skin tight suit; Logan wanted to grab him and take him back to bed rather than venture out into the dangerous world.
"How does it fit?" Hank asked popping his head out from around one of the clusters of lockers.
"It might be a little tight." Scott said stretching again and rolling his shoulders, "But it might just be the stiffness of the fabric."
"That's probably it." Hank said disappearing once more. Logan smirked and slapped Scott's firm buttocks growling a word of love into the young man's ear before making his way towards Remy and Hank whom stood huddled as they did before every mission. The three men stood their heads bowed as Hank murmured a short prayer, "Dear God, well it's us again. Huddled in the basement of a school getting ready to go on a fool's mission; we're here to ask for your protection. Even for Logan, I know he doesn't have much to live for, but please protect him too." Logan choked down a laugh, "And I know that Remy is a play boy whom has strayed from the path that you have laid out for us Lord, but please protect him as well, also please protect me Lord for as you know I'm brilliant and have many wonderful ideas to share with the world."
"Like the voice activated blinder?" Logan interjected.
"Time will tell on that Logan." Hank huffed, "And don't interrupt I'm talking to God here, at ant rate God, just see us through this, please see us past the rocky waters and bring us back here with as much speed and splendid grace that you see fit to place on us simple mortals. Amen"
"Amen" the other two men echoed then Remy produced a small flask and they each took a drink breaking apart and joining the rest of the team.
Scott eyed the men as the climbed into the jet and raised a questioning brow at Logan whom merely shrugged in response then placed his hands together and cocked his head to the side to make a mock image of the Holy Mother Mary. Scott hid a smile behind his hand and pulled the last strap of his harness into place. Logan closed his eyes as they took off a complete look of nausea washing over his fetchers. Remy smirked and prodded Logan gently causing Logan to open one eye to glare at him.
As they hovered over the building Scott stood at the top of the loading ramp, "everybody get to your positions as quickly as possible! If things turn ugly fall back to the stairs! Bobby! Before you take your place at the front entrance I want you to make a wall of ice over the other entrances!"
Bobby saluted and they all sprinted out of the Jet and down into the building. As Bobby sealed the doors Logan paced back and forth his nerves walking on a tight rope, he knew he was being unreasonable, Scott was safe, there was nothing to worry about, this wasn't even really a dangerous mission. Warren watched as Logan paced and stretching his wings nervously, "what's wrong Logan?"
Logan shook his head rolling his shoulders and forcing himself to stand still, "Nothing, just don't like this."
Scott's voice came over the radio clear as a bell calling the rest of the X-men back to the roof. Logan breathed a breath of relief as they all rushed back up the stairs. His relief was shot live however when they reached the roof top Scott was standing next to the edge of the roof leaning far over it. Logan's ears were ringing from the gun shots that came soon after Scott shouted in pain and slumped over the edge of the rail and fell catching himself and shouting again, "Logan!"
Logan had been here before; Jean's slender hand on the rail, clutching for dear life she had been slipping from the high-rise building then, just as Scott was on this building. Logan gripped Scott's forearm and gritted his teeth hauling the young man up as he shouted in pain. Logan enveloped Scott in his arms as Hank took the child in Scott's vice grip from him.
"What made you do a dam fool thing like stand next to the edge?" Logan said cradling Scott against his body as he carried him back to the jet.
"He wanted to jump," Scott murmured clutching at his arm tears coming out from under his visor; Logan sat him on one of the long benches in the jet and started to unzip Scott's blood stained uniform. Scott had been shot in the shoulder; Logan grimaced imagining how much that must be hurting him, "how the hell did you even hold on to the rail that long?"
"I couldn't let him die." Scott said gazing at the little boy shaking with silent sobs over Logan's shoulder.
Logan swore under his breath and turned to find Hank, "Hank can we do anything for Scott?"
"We can do a shot of morphine and try and stop the bleeding but I can't get the bullet out until we get to the med-lab," Hank said hauling down a large suitcase and opening it looking at Scott for consent.
"Whatever you have to do just do it," Logan said gazing into Scott pale face. Hank bustled over and Logan dropped his fingers from their entanglement with Scott and moved to the other side of the jet to be out of the way. Logan studied the little boy whom had tried to jump, he seemed a great deal like Kurt on a lot of levels he had a tail with a diamond tip to it but his skin was a deep red and he had to very small horns poking out of his hair. Kurt had taken a keen interest in the boy and was currently patting him on the back. Logan crouched next to Kurt, the nausea of flying was setting in and he wanted to occupy his mind with anything but the idea of spiraling out of control to all of their deaths. Logan looked at the rest of the children; there was a little girl his large blue eyes seemed to look right through him, another boy his hair messy and his arms wrapped around what must have been his younger brother. The little brother was crying and clutching a blanket, "Hey Kid," Logan said gently smoothing his hair, "what's wrong?"
The older boy loosened his grip on the younger one so he could sit up more fully, "nothing mister, I'm sorry."
Logan was taken aback but his face melted in to a gentle smile, "no really kiddo, it's ok, tell me what's wrong. I ain't gonna make fun of ya."
The little boy rubbed his eyes and sniffed, "I want my mommy."
Logan nodded, "you know what-? After all of this I want my mommy too." Logan said smiling easily into the child's face, flying wasn't so bad when you had something to do, "when we get where we're going, my boss is going to find your mommy for you. How's that sound?"
Scott smiled watching Logan interact with the children, at the end of the day Logan really was a nurturer, as much as he would hate to admit it, Scott knew better. Logan might walk around talking tuff but really he was a big softy, "Hey Hank," Scott said turning his head lazily, "this morphine stuff is pretty good."
Hank chortled in the back of his throat and nodded closing up the suit case and storing it back on the shelf. Logan came back to the bench and sat closing his eyes and breathing deeply, "Jesus Slim, this has been one hell of a day."
Scott nodded closing his eyes as well and drifting off into a light sleep his head tilting slowly to fall on Logan's shoulder.