Ch 12-Misunderstandings
It was difficult to say exactly what happened after the small mutant returned Xavier's earlier gesture, a fog had seemed to have fallen over the occupants of the room, in a way; dulling their thoughts and making action seem a tedious notion meant for others. There was no real way to tell how long this feeling of muteness lasted, but it appeared as though the whole mansion had been under the strange feeling, as the students did not leave their desks, nor the teachers their post, even Mrs. Weasley , the mansion's cook seemed glued to her chair. But there was no panic; the dullness of whatever presence had infiltrated the school's ranks was as ambivalent as it was ubiquitous.
It wasn't until the sun was reaching its hiding place among the trees that Logan felt a shudder of release pass through his body, the suddenly stiff joints and cramped muscles seeming to groan in protest as he forced himself from the strangely familiar stupor. He had felt like this had happened before, but the memory was distant. Like a waking dream, it lingered just on the edges of his conscious mind. The remembrance flitted for a moment, before he could glimpse the tell-tale image of bright green eyes and apple scented skin, wild raven hair obscuring all but the eyes as they stared at Logan, and then it was gone.
The object of his memories standing before the large bay window, his thin arms wrapped around his torso as he shivered, his eyes retaining the effects of the drugs as he turned to look at Logan.
"Hi," he said, voice rasping against a dry throat as the larger mutant continued to stare at him.
"What's wrong with them?" That came out as more of a growl than he had meant it to, but Logan continued, because it wasn't important.
The smaller mutant stepped back from the window, turning to face Logan completely, the sharp green gaze sad. "You don' remember me, do you?"
The older man breath caught, his warm honey-brown eyes raking over the petite form as image after image bombarded him brain with moments from what seemed like so very long ago; of laughter and stolen kisses under a full moon, all revolving around the same stunning eyes and dark hair.
"I don't know." He said, biting his tongue to stop the truth from surfacing, preventing Logan from being in such a vulnerable position. "What did you do to them?"
Hayden sighed, his tearing his eyes away from the taller mutant to survey his handiwork. "I wanted them ta know what it feels like ta be completely at someone else's mercy. I wanted them ta be as vulnerable as they made me." His smirk was twisted, contorting his face into a bitter snarl, resembling the feline predator his pheromone smelled of.
"It was for your own protection and ours, you were out of control and –"
"Who died and made you God?" The smaller mutant snapped, strutting up to Logan in his bare feet til he stood toe to toe with the elder. "I wasn't hurting anyone!"
"You killed two people!"
"Ya already said that and I told ya, they had it comin' ta 'em!"
Logan felt his smile curl cruelly on to his face, he had him now. "What could have possibly made you think that two teenage boys could do anything that would justify you killing them in cold blood."
"They was hurtin' little girls!" Hayden snarled, his eyes wide in anger, thin chest heaving with emotion as he glared up into the taller mutant's face.
Logan paused for a moment, a stinging comment lingering bitterly on his tongue, as he looked at the smaller mutant, Hayden, as though for the first time. "What do you mean they were hurting little girls?" He asked, though he loathed hearing the answer.
Hayden sighed desperately as he ran a hand through his ruined braid, eyes almost pleading with Logan as he spoke, "They would mess with 'em, ya know, touch 'em and hurt 'em and stuff like that. I couldn't just stand by and watch 'em do it anymore! I had to do somethin'!"
"Wait, so you killed those two kids to… keep little girls from gettin' hurt anymore?" Logan was at a loss for words, because really, what could he say. They, the powerful, do-gooders, the X-Men had gotten it all wrong.
"Look bub—"
"Harry, don' call me bub." Puffed Hayden, cheeks pinked from frustration.
"…if you're sayin' what I think you're sayin' then you haven't really hurt anyone that didn't deserve it."
The smaller mutant looked up at Logan exasperatedly, as his cheeks puffed and lips pursed to form a pout as he nodded his head. "That's been what I've been trying ta tell ya! I didn' hurt no body!"
"….I need a drink." The older feral said as he made his way over to the still frozen professor's decanters, shuffling the containers around, trying to find the scotch.
"But Jimmy, I—"
Logan spun away from the table, searching out the paramour, as his mind whirled with all the memories of decades past, but this time instead of the usual dream-like moments, there was chaos, screaming, blood, death all seemingly from different points in history, but they all contained Harry, who remained the same.
"How do you know that name? …How do you know me?" Gasped Logan, his brain pounding behind his eyes as it was continually struck with memory after memory. He shuddered as he saw himself, claws made of bone, thrust deep into another man's chest while the small fey-like boy that now stood before him, lay weeping on the ground, clothing torn from his body, bruises briefly marring the once unblemished skin.
But Harry stood back watching, silent, as green eyes roved over Logan's face with such familiarity and desperation that the older mutant was left speechless. He mirrored the paramour, as slowly, the tiny form moved to stand before Logan, bright green eyes boring into warm brown, as finely boned hands, feather light, held his weather worn face. "I can't keep 'em under for much longer. Don't let them hurt me anymore Big Papa….please." murmured Hayden, brushing his soft lips gently against Logan's own chapped ones.
The words were whispered, so softly and with such need, that Logan could only nod, his mind going into overdrive as the request was tacked to his brain as a necessity. The honey-coated words enfolding all previous plans of subterfuge and placing this small mutant as the elder feral's main priority.
And that was what frightened Logan most of all.
It wasn't long after this exchange that Professor Xavier started to stir under the paramour's influence, his eyes shifting from his lap to the other occupants landing quietly on Scott's shuddering form before settling on Hayden and Logan.
"That was an impressive display Mr. Potter, but highly uncalled for, I'm afraid. If you would, please refrain from using that on my students and staff, some of them have a delicate disposition to mind manipulation." Said Xavier, his eyes, hard from addressing Hayden, softened as they turned back to observe Scott as he stumbled to the nearby couch.
"Are you alright, Mr. Summers?" Asked Bobby, as he watched his mentor, seem so disoriented and uncontrolled, laying himself at full length along the soft, well used leather sofa, a groan escaping the older man in acknowledgement.
"He'll recover in time Bobby, no need to worry." Xavier smiled softly at the prone form of his companion, before turning back to Logan and Hayden. "Will you stay with us, Mr. Potter?"
Harry frowned, his arms coming to wrap around himself defensively, "I thought you were gonna let me go?" He said, eyes deepening as a look of exhaustion stole over his face, he wasn't strong enough to fight his way out of this place. The feeding he had from the teen a few feet from him nearly spent with the use of his powers.
The professor nodded, his eyes observing the small mutant as he seemed to fold in on himself, "Yes, you are free to leave at anytime. I can't, in good conscience, keep you here. But I hope you would consider staying with us for awhile, as a guest, Logan can serve as your escort."
"Now look here Chuck, I ain't nobody's babysitter." Growled Logan, his eye teeth flashing in annoyance as he looked to the telepath, though he was curious about this strange mutant he was in no hurry to be alone for any long periods of time.
Bobby perked at Logan's exclamation, this was his chance. "I'll do it!" The paramour, Hayden, blinked up at the teenager's enthusiasm, causing Bobby to cringe at himself, "If you decide to stay for awhile, that is."
Harry looked back at the ice mutant, almost forgetting about entirely about the tall teen, his lack of presence must have led to an easy dismissal in general, which could have been seen as a blessing and a curse, especially at his age. The paramour sighed, his shoulders sagging as he looked over the boy he had mated with, he couldn't leave the mutant so susceptible to others influence. A weak mate was a dead mate and it was so hard finding such a power mutant in Harry's usual haunts.
"I'll stay, for awhile at least." Said Hayden, his eyes never leaving the dork that he had claimed as his mate, "But I reserve the right ta leave, no questions asked. Got it?"
It was Bobby answered, bobbing his head up and down, smiling happily at the tiny paramour's compliance. Logan sighed, thinking on how his life had just gotten more complicated, while the Professor only smiled, no yet daring to hope that may he could make everything right again.
Scott turned over on the couch, facing away from the exchange as the side effects of the mind manipulation pounded heavy staccato against his skull, wishing for the darkened room and soft bedclothes of the master bedroom.
Please read for some clarification:
Ok, so this is my second chapter after a year long hiatus. Just wanted to let ya'll know a few things to, hopefully, answer some of your questions about this story and where it is going.
1. Harry is a boy, technically speaking. He refers to himself as a boy, he was born a boy, it is simply his mutation that has altered his genitals and reproductive system, and this makes him a succubus (the female bits and going after men) not an incubus, at least in my reasoning.
2. The pairing….which apparently still eludes people, is going to end up being Bobby/Harry. Yes, I know this will make some of you cry, it kind of makes me cry, but there is a good reason, which you will learn about later on, possibly in this story, possibly in another, (hint: this means a sequel, or a prequel).
3. The plot thickens a lot more from here on out, so if you haven't read this in awhile, I advise you now to reread and get yourself reacquainted with this story, cause you're about to get mind-fucked.