"Cupcake"

"He's in there," Coulson said, pointing towards the only building in the area. Logan rolled his eyes.

"Figured as much," he said. "D'you always state the obvious, director?"

Coulson looked miffed. "I'm the director," he said. "I direct things. I direct people in the right direction. It's all there in the name."

Logan put his hands up. "Okay. What do you need me to do?"

"Skye is hacking the system," Coulson said, indicating the youngster. "She'll jump into the fray as soon as she can. May and Hunter are rescuing hostages and taking out any agents in the way. But Fitz's signal is coming from the other end of the building. Mack will make enough noise elsewhere to draw attention. They're smart enough not to leave Fitz alone, but the number of guards should be depleted by the time you get there. Skye will lower any technical security around him. Take out anyone between you and Fitz. Then get him out of there."

"Roger that," Logan said. He was tempted to give a sarcastic salute, but repressed the urge. Now wasn't the time. Much as he hated SHIELD on principle, Charles had asked him to do this, in case they could help Logan with his memory. And also because Professor X respected Coulson, some incident Charles refused to speak about.

"Go now!" Skye called. Logan burst out of the bushes and ran towards the building. The door swung open before he got there, but Skye reassured him over the comm. unit that it was electronically controlled, and she'd opened it herself. He paused to wait for directions, and Skye led him through the facility, sounds at a distance coming from the SHIELD agents. Every so often he'd pause and sniff, since technology wasn't infallible and he preferred to follow his own instincts. Eventually he got to a room which was being guarded, although the security team was paying less attention to him and more to the instructions being shouted over their walkie-talkies.

Perfect time to catch them unawares. Considering that Agent Skye was supposed to shake the building down once it was empty, it was better to get in and out. By the sounds of it, Hunter and May were nearly done releasing the prisoners, so he had to hurry. It was the easiest thing in the world to walk up behind the so-called guards, slit their throats, then walk into the room which was again accessible by an electronic door. There were two guys in the room, and a curly-haired boy, blindfolded and gagged and strapped to a chair. The two men raised their guns, but Logan was faster, striking out with claws when they moved in, accepting a couple of gunshot wounds which would heal soon enough.

"Hello, cupcake," he said to Fitz, or at least he hoped it was the agent. Hard to tell with the fabric nearly covering his face. "Don't worry. I'll help you. Just give me…" He kicked one of the guards, breaking a few of the guy's ribs, nearly sliced the other one's head clean off, then knocked out the other with a steel punch. "A second."

He noticed the captive stiffen as he approached, and rounded the back of the chair. With one claw he sliced the rope, then he moved back around the front and dealt with the leg bindings while Fitz – had to be him – yanked off the gag and blindfold. Well, he sure looked like the attractive blond engineer from the photographs, although the stubble was thicker. Logan rose from the floor, smug when Fitz's eyes devoured him. He held out a hand to help the scientist stand up.

"You're nothing like I imagined," Fitz said. Logan hesitated, mind racing as he registered this unexpected scenario.

"Good thing or bad?" he asked.

"Definitely good. I didn't think that anyone who called me 'cupcake' would be able to, uh…" His cheeks turned pink as he looked Logan up and down, and then met his eyes.

"Scratch your itch?" Logan said.

"Exactly," Fitz said. "My tastes…"

"I can guess what your tastes are," he said, and he pulled Fitz up from the seat and against his body. "Lookin' forward to explorin' them with you."

"What are you guys doing?" Skye yelled over the headset, and Logan winced. "Get the hell out before I demolish this place!"

"C'mon," Logan said, and he led his soulmate through the building, back out the way he'd come, and gave Skye a thumbs-up when they were clear. They kept running until they reached cover with the other agents. Logan was determined to protect his soulmate, and that included keeping him away from destruction. Then again, Fitz was a SHIELD agent, an engineer at that. He wasn't in the right job to stay away from danger.

"Thank you for finding me," Fitz said. Logan smiled wryly.

"The others found out where you were," he said. "I was a last minute ring-in, I guess you could say. A friend sent me here—"

"Not what I was referring to," the scientist murmured, and he snaked a hand around the back of Logan's neck. "Though I owe you for that as well."

Logan wasn't sure what to say, painfully aware that they were being watched. He slid his hands to Fitz's waist, and waited for his soulmate to make the next move.

"You're perfect," Fitz said, his fingers moving through Logan's tufted hair. "We should probably check our soulmarks first, make sure they—"

"They will," Logan said. He was damn sure of it, every instinct of his telling him it was true. He didn't follow his nose or Skye's instructions in that facility; he'd followed something else, something much deeper. It knew where to find his soulmate before they'd even met. He'd have to thank Charles later. Hell, the professor might've even known. Maybe Coulson did, too.

Coulson. Shit.

"Will you let me kiss you?" Fitz asked. So innocent. And Logan had seen so many horrors that Fitz… could probably comprehend, come to think of it.

"Nothin' I want more," Logan said, and that was the truth. "But if we start that, I won't want to stop, and I think we should spare the others from that, don't you?"

Fitz's eyes goggled as he looked around, cheeks darkening to red. "Uh… yes."

"Mission debrief back on base," Coulson said. "Now."

Logan had a choice to make. Either skulk back to the school and leave Fitz behind, take Fitz back to the school with him, or stay here with Fitz. He sure as hell wasn't abandoning his soulmate, not even if the future of the world depended on it. Fitz wasn't a mutant, so he probably wouldn't fit in at the school, not for long. Logan would've preferred to take Fitz away from all of this, but that wasn't practical. They both had enemies, and the thought of that Ward guy coming after Fitz made Logan mad as hell.

"You're tense," Fitz said when the bunk door was closed behind them.

"Thinkin'," Logan said.

"About what happens now?"

"Yeah."

"You're… you're not going to leave me, are you? I know I'm just—"

"Stop right there," Logan said. Even though they weren't bonded yet, he could already tell what his soulmate was feeling, what he was planning to say, and it was bullshit. "If you're my soulmate, and I can tell that you are, then you're everything I need and want. Anyone else wouldn't do it for me the way you can. I'd be crazy to give you up, y'hear? So don't go thinkin' you know how I feel until we're bonded."

"L-Logan…"

"Yeah, bub?" He pulled Fitz closer. "Wanna take that kiss you were askin' me for?"

"Uh-huh," Fitz said faintly, nodding.

"Then go ahead."

Fitz still seemed unsure, so Logan made it easier. He bent his head and waited, and soon after Fitz cupped his cheek and placed the softest kiss on his lips. Logan wanted to move in for the kill, but he let Fitz explore first, parted his lips when Fitz nudged them with his tongue, and let the kid have control for a minute. Then, when the moment was right, Logan grabbed him by the hips, spun them around, and pressed Fitz up against the door, grinding hard against him. Fitz swore fiercely, and Logan swallowed any more sounds as he ripped his own shirt off, then reached for Fitz's.

"Don't," Fitz said, grabbing his hands. "Haven't got that many."

"Fine," Logan grumbled. `Sides, watching Fitz strip out of his button-up was hotter than Logan expected. He was happy to stay where he was, aware of every brush of Fitz's hands against his torso, until the shirt was off. Fitz's hands hesitated at his belt.

"Soulmarks first?" he said. Logan backed off a step.

"Sure," he said, whipping off his belt and getting out of his shoes. "Where's yours?"

"Here," Fitz said shyly, stepping out of his pants and cocking his right leg open. The words were there, and Logan understood why some people said it was unnerving when they saw their soulmate's mark for the first time. It was weird seeing his handwriting on someone else's skin with no memory of putting it there. And damned if he didn't hate amnesia. It was like someone had forged his signature, but it was Fate who committed the forgery, which meant that it was supposed to be alright.

He ran possible scenarios through his mind as he absently unzipped his jeans, trying to work out how they would have to be positioned to bond, based on the placement of their marks. When he realised the best way, his grinned. Fitz gulped, his eyes darkening.

"Holy hell," he said. "Where's yours?"

In one swift movement, Logan stripped out of his remaining clothes and stood before his soulmate buck naked. Fitz slowly dragged his eyes away from Logan's erection to the outside of his right thigh, where 'You're nothing like I imagined' was written there in a doctor's untidy scrawl. He obviously came to the same conclusion much quicker, and pounced on Logan. He caught Fitz easily, and carried him the short distance to the bed.

"Hope this room's soundproof," he muttered, pulling off the rest of Fitz's clothing.

"Supplies…" Fitz said even as Logan climbed on and settled over him.

"You didn't think we were going all the way the first time?" Logan said.

"Uh…"

"We need time to prepare," Logan said. "It's the soulmate pull wanting us to get skin-to-skin. Doesn't mean we need sex. Doesn't mean we need to bond, either, and that's something we definitely have to talk about. But damn, I wanna claim you. Leave bite marks all over your neck so no matter what, everyone can see that you're mine. I wanna take you so much, over every flat surface. Wanna leave finger-shaped bruises on your thighs so that whenever we're apart, you can touch `em and think of me."

"I'd think of you anyway," Fitz said, voice and hand gentle as he stroked Logan's cheeks.

"Bet you're delicious."

"Why don't you try me out? See for yourself?"

Logan licked up the side of Fitz's neck, and chuckled at the moan that elicited.

"Tasty," Logan said.

"Hope your bark is worse than your bite," Fitz said. Logan tilted his head, smirking.

"That really what you want?" he asked. "Or d'you want me to bite an' scratch, mark you up real good, while you mewl away like a contented pussycat?"

"Oh God," Fitz whispered, his eyes widening.

"You said you didn't want someone who called you 'cupcake' and meant it. I'm not the type to do that, so you're in luck. If you want rough, just wanna take it, then I'm your man. I'll do whatever you want me to, Fitz. `Cause you're my soulmate, an' I take care of what's mine. I'd kill for you. Already have, f'you count the mission. I'd die for you."

"No, don't do that," Fitz said quickly, tugging Logan down by the back of his neck. "I don't want to lose you."

"I was shot a few times today, rescuing you," Logan said, indicating the places on his torso where the scars were gradually disappearing. "My mutation is rapid healing."

"Oh." Fitz traced his muscles. "Right."

"I've been alive… for a long time," Logan said. "Death doesn't stick all that well. Thought maybe I wouldn't get a soulmate `cause I'd outlive `em. Then I got you…" He leaned down and nuzzled Fitz's ear. "I'm gonna look after you as long as I live."

Fitz tilted his head, and Logan met him halfway. He'd actually forgotten they were nude until Fitz arched up, their chests brushing together, and he raised his head.

"Let's take a second," he said.

"For what?" Fitz asked, lines forming between his eyebrows.

"We have to talk first—"

"We've been talking, Logan."

"Fitz—"

"I want to bond with you," he said. "Please. This isn't just… physical. We're soulmates. If you want me, why won't you bond with me?"

"We don't know what the future will bring."

"So we should make choices while we can," Fitz said. "Logan? Please."

Fitz looked like he really thought Logan would reject him. Well, there was no way he could do that now, if he even could've before.

"Okay," he murmured. "We're doing this."

He'd talk to Coulson about a job in the morning.

This pairing first appeared in the Hunter/Wade chapter 'You're Kidding Me', and there were so many requests for more Fitz/Logan that I decided why the hell not? So I wrote this, and I hope you enjoyed it.

Alright. Tech update. I'll probably have to buy a new laptop since it seems the old one's hard drive is failing. Which means Windows 8.1 so I can downgrade to Windows 7. Ugh. In the meantime, I'm writing stuff on my old laptop – which I kept for emergencies – and it's almost like having to use a typewriter. The keyboard isn't as wide, which means it doesn't have the number pad, stuff's in different places, and I'm getting used to Windows XP again. Yes. I probably bought literally the last Windows XP laptop in Brisbane eight years ago. Gets quite hot in places, but at least I can write much faster, even though I have to press the keys harder. Ah well. So if chapters take a bit longer to come out, it's because I'm having to transfer them from laptop to USB to my mother's computer.

Uh… yeah. Please review!