Author's Note: Here's more. I hope everyone thinks it's as sexy as I do.

In the Danger Room.

Professor Xavier watched Wolverine and Cyclops in action together. They were each strong and able fighters, but they had no cooperation. Scott spent most of his time keeping his attackers out of arm's reach, while Logan tried to shred anything that moved—barely making an exception for Scott.

"Scott, you're leaving yourself too open. Get behind Logan."

A red beam pierced one of the training bots as Scott yelled his response. "I don't need him to protect me!"

Xavier shook his head and watched as the two were slowly but surely overrun by the simulation. Scott was knocked to his knees and dealt a simulation blow that would have killed him in a real fight. Wolverine scrapped as fiercely as a caged animal, but found himself swarmed and held down. The room went dark and the simulation ended. The professor spoke from the control room above. "That was really pathetic. If the two of you worked together with a semblance of strategy that would have been simple. But instead you wanted to prove that you didn't need each other. I think you just showed me that you do."

The two looked at each other like they were siblings who had been told to play together. Wolverine spoke up first, "This is why I work alone, Bub. Guys like "visor" over there just slow me down."

"Logan, you're not going to convince me that you would have done better in there without Cyclops on your side, if we're going to call it that. Scott, you should know better than to let your petty differences get in the way."

Scott balled up his fist. The idea that their differences were petty made his blood boil. This beast threatened his dearest possession—not his pride or his ego, but his love. Not long after their aborted lovemaking in the hallway, Jean sat outside and talked with Logan. He saw Wolverine giving her that look of his. He saw the animal take in whiff of her scent. Wolverine must have smelled the nectar between her thighs from the meeting in the hallway. Scott wasn't proud of jealously watching is girlfriend. In fact, she probably knew he was doing it. He couldn't hide anything from her, but there's so much she could hide from him.

"I'm going to send Jean in and up the simulation. Maybe you two can behave in front of her," Xavier said as he rolled out of the control room. The two men stared at each other, wordlessly expressing their mutual dislike.

Jean walked into the danger room. She managed a courteous smile towards Scott, and turned warmly to Logan. Scott heard the simulators power up and got ready for some practice.

But once the walls of the room had faded away, he found himself in what appeared to be a honeymoon suite. He tried to call out to the professor to ask what kind of sick joke this was, but he couldn't make a sound. His voice stopped in his throat, and suddenly he realized his body could barely respond to his commands. Jean and Logan seemed to be moving just fine, tough.

Logan pounced on Jean, taking her to the floor. She gasped in delight as he leaned into her neck, either savagely kissing or playfully biting her. Scott really couldn't tell. Claws retracted, he tore her uniform with his bare hands, exposing her breasts. Jean lied beneath him, holding his head and wriggling in pleasure. "More, Logan. Give me more…"

All too happy to oblige, he ripped her suit further, and reached his hand over to her mound. His fingers ran through her soft red hair, both on her head and below, and she moaned loudly into his mouth when he touched her clit and sucked her tongue at the same time.

Scott couldn't look away, turn away, or do anything but watch their passion unfold. His screams had no sound, his movements no power. He was stuck right there. But he had the sense to know that someone was fucking with his mind. Or maybe he'd rather believe that than Logan fucking with his girlfriend.

"Ooooooaaaaahhhhhh," Jean breathed as Logan grabbed her firmly by her hips and brought her sweet pussy to his mouth. He growled while he licked her clit, making Jean moan even louder. He held her by the ass with one hand while the other ripped the remaining pieces of her uniform off her body. Jean began to lose control of her powers and pulsed gentle telekinetic waves out from herself. Her hair rippled outward beautifully—Logan's less so. Every move Logan made seemed to intensify her passion, and Logan responded in kind. She came explosively, arching her back and sending a burst of telekinetic force which would have knocked Logan back were he a lesser man (like Scott). He rose to his feet and looked down at her naked, writhing frame.

"My clothes, Jean," he said. His voice seemed to command her obedience, and she quickly ripped his shirt open, sending buttons flying. His belt whipped to the side, and his denim jeans opened and sank to his knees. His cock stood outward from his body, firm and strong like its owner. He motioned for her to come up to him, and Jean floated to his waist level and wrapped her legs around him. Grabbing her hips and torso, he supported her weight as she sank down onto his cock, again moaning in pleasure.

Logan took her to the nearest vertical surface, which happened to be right next to Scott. He watched in horror as Logan nailed his girlfriend to the wall. She loved it. She loved all of it. She started screaming in ecstasy mere seconds after their rhythmic fucking had started. He covered her mouth with a deep wet kiss while he drove in and out of her. Their speed and intensity increased more and more, and soon the wall was not enough. He turned her so that she would fall backwards if his strong arms weren't holding her and started fucking her using only his own body to support them both. He leaned her back as they fucked, clearly delighting in the heaving of her delicate breasts.

She started emitting the telekinetic waves again, but this time also pulsing out her pleasure. Scott felt her ecstasy, and it made a very bitter emotional brew with jealousy and fear. Logan clearly felt it as well, and started heaving passionate breaths. He sped up his rhythm and forced her into stronger and stronger orgasms, testing his own physical strength against the waves of her joy.

Scott couldn't hold out against the bliss that washed onto him. He doubled over and came into his own uniform, hating the pleasure that mixed with his rage.

Logan released a deep guttural growl as he came deep within Jean, pouring all his strength into the final throes of their mating. His muscles strained to keep hold of her against the constant force of her uncontrolled powers. She screamed a rapturous scream and fire burst from body, extending forward from her forehead and outward from her side. The image of a fiery bird scorched Scott's mind as he passed out from the horror of the whole experience.