Peace wasn't something mutants knew. For as long as their kind existed, strife and struggle always followed them. That's why Charles set up the Xavier School for the Gifted, to give mutants a place where they didn't have to worry about being afraid of others or themselves. They could learn and hone their talents, and ultimately, use them to better the world. Show the homo sapiens that mutants and humans could co-exist. Some of their kind found the idea to be foolish, but Charles believed in it wholeheartedly.

Logan wasn't much of a believer at first. It was hard to after everything humans had put him through. As he took an evening stroll through the grounds of the school, his tanned boots crunching the fallen leaves, the gentle breeze rolling over his black leather jacket and his scruffy hair, he found wondering when he had changed his mind about Charles' philosophy. He stuck his hands in his jean pockets and looked out at a group of young mutants frolicking and hanging out in the garden. They used their powers freely without worry about dangerous consequences. Between his time as part of the X-Men and joining the faculty at the school, he had learned the importance of instilling a sense of responsibility and self in the new generation. He never imagined himself a teacher, but someone had to teach these kids what the real world was like, and it sure as hell wasn't Scott.

"Logan, if you could report to my office when you get the chance, it would be greatly appreciated." Logan still wasn't a fan of the professor speaking into his head like that, but he did admit, it made communication a lot easier. He stepped through the doors of the office to find Charles waiting for him with some dossiers in his hand. "You rang?" Logan asked, already reaching for the folders in Charles' hands.

"We are experiencing a unique period of peace. All of our intel suggests that any threats to mutantkind are currently dormant."

"Don't that worry you?"

"Gravely." Charles responded. "Either our enemies have gotten good at covering their tracks or they're simply waiting for the right moment. I've sent Jean and Ororo out to do some scouting and find out what's going on."

"And you want me to meet them?"

"No. I trust that they'll get the mission done. In this time of peace, we have to bolster ourselves for the battles to come." Charles responded. Logan flipped through the dossier, growling as he saw pictures of teenagers.

"You're sending me to recruit?"

"I would hope you do not find that beneath you." Charles told him. "You have a way of connecting to our youth, Logan."

"Ain't Scott a better fit for this?"

"He'll be accompanying you." Charles answered, making Logan scowl.

"These kids better be worth it."

"I believe they will be. They show a lot of promise."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Thank you, Logan." Charles said as Logan exited the office.

Logan skimmed through the dossiers again. It seemed like this was going to take all day. Miami, Seoul, London, Vancouver and right here in New York. For untrained mutants, their reports showed some promise. Charles had clearly already chosen his favourites, which was par for the course by now.

They weren't a bad looking bunch either. Logan had been on his best behaviour for a long time now. He already had to deal with people thinking he was some sort of bloodthirsty animal who liked to punch first, ask questions later. While that wasn't completely untrue, he had been suppressing the "animal" part of him for a while. More specifically, that carnal side of him that had certain urges. Ones he attempted to satisfy with Jean, but that didn't pan out. With Kitty, Jubilee, Rogue and even Laura all grown up and going on missions of their own, he could stop with the father figure stuff and let the dog out of him some more. After all, how could he teach these kids to be themselves and embrace their powers if he hadn't been completely himself for quite some time?

He entered the spacious hangar to see the ramp to the Blackbird already down. Logan growled to himself as he walked up the stairs and into the cabin. There were six seats in the cabin, three on the wall across from him and three along the wall of the ramp entrance. He tossed his leather jacket onto one of the seats, leaving only a white tanktop and some scratchy jeans. He took a left, stepping into the cockpit.

There were five seats in the cockpit: two seats at the head by the console for the pilot and co-pilot, two seats behind the co-pilot seat and one behind the pilot seat that faced towards each other. Scott stood in front of the pilot seat, glancing over the several meters on the console. He had on a black leather jacket of his own over a navy blue v-neck sweater and a pair of straight cut jeans. He looked as enthused as Logan that they were paired together.

Their relationship was a complicated one. They were complete opposites. Logan functioned on instinct and gut feelings. He was resolute in his beliefs and didn't need anyone preaching to him about what was right and what was wrong. He did indeed punch first and asked questions later. Scott did not. He was tactical and analytical. He preferred going over every detail to ensure success. Logic dictated his every move. As a result, the two did make a great team. They complemented each other well, but as much as they had grown to trust and respect each other, there was still some underlying animosity. Especially since they both pined after the same woman.

The mechanical whirring of the ramp withdrawing reached their ears, and shortly after, the engines ignited. Lights flashed across the controls as the creaking of the hangar roof opening up momentarily eclipsed the engines roaring. "I take it you already have a route mapped out." Logan said as he sat down in the co-pilot seat.

"Vancouver first. The kid's been living on his own, so he'll be the easiest." Scott told him as he sat down and put on his seatbelt. Scott pulled on some levers, pressed a couple buttons and then, they were soaring through the sky.

"What's your take on them?" Logan asked.

"You asking because you wanna know my opinion? Or because you're too lazy to read the dossiers."

"Both." Logan said as he sat down in the co-pilot chair, leaning back to enjoy the ride.

"I think they have a lot of potential." Scott answered. "To be honest, I wouldn't be surprised if one of them turns out to be an Omega-level mutant."

"Huh." Logan thumbed through the dossiers for the recruit from Vancouver. "'Stefan Vitadore. 16. Regenerative and defensive capabilities. Possibly stemming from molecular manipulation.'"

"The kid's powers aren't as cut and dry as the others, but so far, we've seen him use it to heal and shield. Jean and Charles think he might be able to manipulate things on a molecular level, which is huge if correct." Scott told him as he looked through the other files.

"No girls." Logan said as he flipped through the files one last time.

"I just told you that this kid has Omega level capabilities and that's your takeaway from all of this?"

"Hopefully, they don't fall for the same girl. Might cause some tension." Logan said. He was still looking down at the files, but he could feel Scott's eyes on him. The recruits did show a lot of promise and it'd be a shame if love got in the way of these boys growing and developing trust with one another. He mulled over the thought for the rest of the flight, wondering if maybe he could create something special with this group. A team of mutants run his way.


It was dark and dingy. It had been that way since Stefan found the unoccupied rundown house in downtown Eastside. He'd been lucky that no one tried to buy the property. The 16-year-old did everything he did to make it look as inhabitable as possible, which didn't take much. The windows were already boarded up, there were several holes in the roof and a litany of police tape in the front, none of which Stefan put there himself. All he did was lock the garage, the back door and any windows he could, making sure no one else could get in.

He laid down on the shaggy carpet in the living room where his sleeping bag was, wearing just a pair of blue boxers with little dolphins on them. With autumn just around the corner, he wished he had a thicker jacket, any jacket really, to keep the cold at bay. He didn't have a lot of meat on him to keep him warm. His days on the swim team meant a lot of cutting weight. The result was a slim body with toned arms and abs, but that didn't help with the cold.

He thought about bulking up with some fast food, but he never could hold the weight, the teen always on the leaner side of things. A paper bag filled with instant ramen and water bottles sat beside him. He swept his short, blonde hair out of his face as he scrolled through his phone, looking at all the back to school photos his friends were posting. He missed them. He missed school. He missed normalcy. He wished he could go back, but he knew it was nothing but that: a wish.

Stefan sighed as he put his phone down and looked at his hands. He held them out in front of his face, palms facing outward. His brows furrowed as he concentrated, a tinted pink sheen glimmering like a piece of glass in the moonlight a few inches away from his palms. This sheen stretched above his fingertips, down to his wrists and extended about a foot from the edges of his hands. It wasn't much, but it was more than he was capable of when he got kicked out.

He sighed again and rolled onto his side, staring at the boarded up windows by the front door. He had given up on ever returning to normal and did his best to embrace these "powers" given to him, but it was frustrating. He knew he was capable of more. Much, much more. It was all over Instagram. And yet, when he tried to manifest those same feats by his lonesome, he was lucky to conjure anything. "Brick by boring brick." Stefan muttered to himself, holding his hands out again to form another pink, shining barrier from his hand. This one faded in and out as Stefan struggled to keep it stable.

There was a knock on the door. Stefan's head shot up and turned towards the front door. "Stefan Vitadore, open up. It's the VPD. We know you're in there." A stern voice shouted from outside. The teen's heart raced. His first thought was to stay still. If he didn't move or didn't answer, maybe they'd just leave? That idea went right out the window as they kicked open the door.

Stefan immediately ran to the kitchen to escape through the back door, but it was locked. So were the windows. He grabbed the padlock on the door handle, closed his eyes and concentrated. "Please, please, please, please." He muttered to himself. He yanked on the lock, but it stood firm. When he opened his eyes, he was blinded by three flashlights shining in his eyes. He shielded his eyes with his arm, which was met by loud disapproval from the police officers in the kitchen.

"Put your hands down, mutie!" The one in the front yelled at him. He complied, putting his hands down at his sides.

"I'm sorry! I–I mean no harm, I swear!" Stefan called out.

"Likely story." The second one in the doorway said.

"I'll do whatever you want. Just please, don't hurt me." Stefan told them, the tears in his eyes. How had his life come to this? Pleading to be arrested? It was a cruel twist of fate. He never wanted to be a criminal, but being behind bars was better than the alternative.

"Step away from the door." The first officer instructed. Stefan took two steps away from it and towards the doorway to the living room. "Walk over to the living room." Stefan nodded, feeling more than exposed as he walked to the living room in only his boxers. He trembled in fear, tears running down his face as he knew whatever happened from this point on, he didn't deserve.

"I'm just a normal kid, I swear!" Stefan pleaded with them. "I swear." He repeated, the defeat clear in his voice as he sniffled.

"Tell that to those kids."

"I didn't–" He stopped himself. "I never meant to. These stupid powers. I didn't ask for them. I don't know how–They don't listen to me." He looked around at the cops, who were in a triangle formation surrounding him now. There was no sympathy in their eyes. Just hatred. And the worst part of it all was that he didn't blame them.

The world stood still as he waited for what came next. He kept his hands firmly to his sides, awaiting the cold, hard grip of some handcuffs, but it never came. Instead, he felt the cold, hard barrel of a gun against the back of his head.

"What–what are you doing?!" Stefan shouted. "Please! Please don't! Please!"

"World'll be better off with one less mutie in it." The first officer said as he pulled the trigger. Stefan instinctively raised his hands behind his head, crouched down and closed his eyes. He heard the loud bang of the gun, followed by three quiet thuds. He kept his eyes closed as he heard more guns firing, but he felt nothing.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the three officers each in a different corner of the room, all aimed and firing their guns at him. Between him and the cops was a sizeable shimmering, nearly translucent, pink dome. He stood up and watched the cops continue to shoot at him and smiled in relief as the bullets failed to penetrate his barrier. The bullets from the first officer bounced off of the barrier, the bullets from the second got stuck and the bullets from the third cop disintegrated upon touching the barrier.

"How?" Stefan asked himself as the cops continued firing at him, not stopping until they had run out of bullets. As each of them reloaded their guns, Stefan made one last plea. "Please, stop! I'll go with you to the station. Just please stop." He begged. He was safe now, but knowing him, he had no idea how long this barrier would stay up.

But his words fell on deaf ears as the cops unloaded another round at him. All he could do was cower in the center and pray that the barrier stayed up long enough for the police to give up. When they emptied yet another clip into the barrier and saw that not a scratch had been made, the cops finally stopped. The first officer grabbed his radio and brought it to his mouth. "This is Officer Clarkson. We're at 121 Heatley Avenue. We have a mutant resisting arrest."

"I am not! I will come with you!" Stefan shouted.

"We're gonna need back up." Officer Clarkson added.

"You better cancel that request." Said a gruff voice from the front doorway. Stefan and the cops all turned their head to see a short, burly man in a leather jacket standing there with a snarl on his face. Stefan wiped the tears from his face and a smile stretched across his lips. The man he'd only seen on TV saving the world over and over again was here in Vancouver.

"Wolverine…" Stefan said in disbelief.

"The kid's coming with me." Logan stated.

"The mutie freak is coming with us." Officer Clarkson retorted.

"Don't look that way, unless you were gonna drag him to the station in a body bag. So kid, drop the barrier and–" Logan stopped as a bullet punctured his chest. Within moments, the bullet fell and clinked against the floor as Logan's body healed itself, the only sign of him being shot being the tear in his tanktop. He walked towards the second officer, who still had his gun aimed at Logan. He shot again and again, catching Logan in the shoulder. All it did was push his shoulder back and make Logan snarl.

The fear was apparent in the cop's face. His hands shook as he tried to keep his gun aimed at Logan. "You really don't know when to–" Logan growled as one more bullet hit him in the chin, causing his head to jolt back. He slowly tilted it downward and glared at the cop. "Enough of this." Logan's claws shot out of his hands and with one quick swipe, sliced the gun into four.

The cop howled in pain as blood spurted from his hand. In cutting the gun, he hacked through the cop's fingers. Charles wasn't gonna be too fond of that and he knew that stick-in-the-mud Scott wouldn't be too happy that he managed to spill blood on a simple recruitment mission, but he could care less. He had taught a whole generation the way Chuck wanted him to. It was time to try teaching them his way.

Stefan gasped as he saw all the blood. There was just so much of it. And the cop's screams…it sounded all too familiar. He covered his ears and crouched down again. "Just let me go." He sobbed to himself, just completely over these messes he kept finding himself in. And as his hands covered his ears, the barrier dropped.

Logan turned his head when he noticed the pink dome was no longer in the room. He grabbed the bleeding cop and threw him at Officer Clarkson in one swift movement. He then body checked the remaining officer and grabbed Stefan's hand. "Get up!" He shouted, dragging the teen to his feet. The teen was frozen in place, his heart thumping in his ears. Logan grabbed Stefan by his wrist and pulled him towards the door. He ran and the teen followed as best as he could.

A few more shots fired in their direction as they dashed out the house, causing Stefan to cover his ears again. "Where are we going?" Stefan asked as he started to regain agency of his body. He picked up the speed, doing his best to match Wolverine. It was tough. He was running his fastest on the cold, hard pavement with his bare feet. Not to mention, the cool, autumn breeze made him shiver, the blonde teen realizing that he was sprinting down the street in nothing but a pair of boxers.

"Just keep moving." Logan ordered and Stefan nodded. They turned the corner of the neighbourhood and ran into the more open streets of downtown Eastside. There were a couple of stragglers still on the sidewalks who didn't even bat an eye at the sight of a dude in his boxers running. It was hardly an uncommon sight for this part of town.

Logan headed into a dirty, rundown alley and Stefan followed. He winced as he stepped on something that cut his foot, most likely broken glass. Immediately after, he no longer felt the pavement underneath his feet. He looked down to see small pink barriers forming under him as he ran, protecting his feet from the wide array of harmful things on the alley floor. They reached a fire escape and Logan began climbing. Stefan was right behind him, climbing all the way to the top of the apartment building.

Stefan stopped in his place when he got to the top. There was a whole jet on the roof of this building. The X-Jet, he recalled some of his friends calling it. He had never been an avid follower of the X-Men outside of anything he heard on the news or social media, but that was gonna change now. Had it not been for the flashing lights coming from the top of the ramp, Stefan almost wouldn't be able to spot the jet. The black aircraft blended into the night, even when it was just a few feet in front of him and it was quiet enough that Stefan could hear his own breathing.

Logan was already halfway up the ramp before he stopped to look at Stefan. "Hurry up. We got other misfits to pick up." He said, walking up the rest of the ramp. Stefan followed suit, the warmth of the jet enticing him to move faster until he caught up to Wolverine. His head was on a swivel, taking in the sights before him. Logan smirked at the wide-eyed wonder on the kid's face. They were just in the cabin, but it looked like Stefan had stumbled into Willy Wonka's chocolate factory.

Stefan jumped a bit when the ramp started retracting before he reached the top. "Whoa." He finally managed to say. Wolverine walked through to the cockpit and Stefan scampered his way over to him, not wanting to dawdle. Wolverine said they had more to pick up, so he didn't want to cost them anymore time.

"Jesus, Logan." Scott said as Logan and Stefan entered the cockpit. "How the hell did you manage to turn a simple recruitment into a bloodbath?" Logan was about to say something crass when the kid spoke up.

"It was all my fault, Mr. Cyclops, sir." Stefan apologized.

"Just call me Scott, Stefan." Scott told him. Stefan nodded.

"Some cops were trying to arrest me. I didn't resist, but I don't think they had any interest in actually booking me. They opened fire and then Wolverine showed up."

"The name's Logan, kid." Logan piped up. Stefan nodded again.

"You know Charles isn't going to like this." Scott said to the burly man.

"If he don't like it, he should've sent someone else." Logan growled.

"Mr. Scott–"

"Just Scott, please."

"Scott, Wolv– Logan saved my life. Please don't be mad at him." Stefan explained. Scott folded his arms and looked at Logan, who was cleaning his hands off with a rag they used to keep the computer screens clean. Scott sighed at the apology, wanting to be angry, but he couldn't. He was never the best at holding grudges.

"Are you alright?" Scott asked the blonde teen.

"Y-Yeah. Just stepped on some broken glass while running away and a bit cold."

"I don't think either of our clothes are gonna fit you." Scott said. Stefan was 5'9", which was too tall for Logan and too short for Scott's clothes. "We may have a few suits still on board. Let me see if Kurt left one of his here. Logan, can you take care of his foot?"

"Yeah, yeah." Logan finished wiping up the last bits of blood on his hands before moving over to Stefan. "Take a seat and lift your leg up." Stefan hopped over to the nearest seat and sat down abruptly. He lifted his leg up and Logan leaned in. As he inspected the kid's foot, he smirked. He could see down the bottom of Stefan's boxers and was surprised that he could see the teen's dick, which meant it had to be fairly sizeable. "Nice cock, kid."

Stefan blushed and immediately grasped the bottom of his boxers, pressing the fabric to his thigh so Logan couldn't see down his boxers anymore. But, it also caused his boxers to tighten around his manhood, making it more visually prominent than before. At least this way, it was still covered up and not actually visible. Logan laughed at his response as he nicked a small piece of glass out of Stefan's foot. "Ain't nothing to be embarrassed about."

"Uh, thanks, but this is a bit weird, isn't it?" Stefan replied, unsure of how to take the interaction.

"Only if you make it." Logan replied as he grabbed the rag and cleaned up the bottom of Stefan's foot. The blonde teen was baffled by his response. Logan showed no remorse or concern about taking a look at his privates. Wasn't that supposed to be wrong and uncouth? The burly male's confidence in his lack of decorum was astounding to Stefan. He sometimes second guessed the cereal he had for breakfast and yet, here was Logan confidently complimenting his dick with seemingly no worry about how it might come off.

He imagined it was hard to be devoid of confidence when you looked the way Logan did. Sure, Logan was a bit on the shorter side, but he carried himself like he was ten feet tall. Even through his leather jacket, Stefan could see his muscles. He had such wide shoulders and had a rugged quality to him with the way he looked and carried himself. He was like a modern day version of that ad he learned about in class, the Marlboro man. There was just a natural swagger to him. With everything he saw about Logan on the news as well, all of the times he's saved the world, it was no wonder Logan walked around with such confidence.

Stefan hadn't noticed how long he had been staring at Logan, but Logan had. The kid was a cute, innocent little thing. He was gonna enjoy making him blush. He knew the kid was interested in him. If the prolonged staring wasn't enough, Logan could smell it on him. Very few things easier to pick up than raging teenage hormones. It was enough to get Logan's mind going. He could only imagine how tight that assuredly virgin ass was. He grunted at the thought and stepped away.

"You're good to go." Logan told him.

"Thanks." Stefan replied, sitting straight up so he no longer had to hold onto his boxers to block vision to his genitals.

"Good news and bad news." Scott said as he returned to the cockpit. He had a black spandex suit hung over one of his arms. "Good news, we do have an extra suit. Bad news, it's Rogue's, so it might be a bit tight in some areas, but try it on and give it a go." He handed the suit to Stefan as the teen stood up.

Stefan stepped into it and surprisingly enough, his legs fit perfectly into it. He slipped his arms in and it was a bit loose, probably because Rogue spent years fighting villainy and had much more muscular arms than he did. The problems came when it was time to zip him up. Scott grabbed the zipper and struggled to pull it up past his rear. "Just give me a sec. Take a deep breath in."

"Kid's got a fatter ass than Rogue." Logan said.

"Logan." Scott reprimanded. Logan just smirked as he leaned against one of the consoles.. Stefan's face turned redder as Scott finally managed to zip it up past his butt and up to his neck. "Looks good on you. Hopefully, you'll have one of your own in a year or two. How's it feel?" Scott said as he took a step back.

"It's a bit loose in some places, tight in others, but it beats being mostly naked. It's warm too, which is nice." Stefan responded as he turned around to look at both Scott and Logan. "Thank you for saving me, but why am I here? Am I an X-man in training now? "

"Charles picked you up on a device called Cerebro. He uses it to find mutants all over the world. He sent us to come talk to you and see if you were interested in learning how to control and use your powers." Scott explained.

"Saving your life was just an extra step." Logan added.

"Thank you again." Stefan said.

"You did a good job protecting yourself. Some strong powers you have."

"How long have you had them?" Scott asked.

"Since I was 14, so two years? I didn't even think it was that useful. Most of the time, all I could do was create these like, pink panes of glass that would break easily. But lately, they've been getting more extreme."

"That explains why Chuck waited so long to knock on your door." Logan theorized.

"Yeah. His power readings have spiked over the last few months." Scott showed Logan the charts in Stefan's file. "And it says here…" There was a long pause. Then, both of their faces dropped. Stefan looked down at the ground, ashamed. They knew.

"Kid, you–"

"I don't even know how it happened. They came out of nowhere and then–"

"Stefan, it's okay." Scott stepped forward and hugged Stefan. Tears streamed down his face as he hugged the taller man back, clutching him tightly. Logan saw the pain written all over his face and his heart sank. The kid had experienced a lot more hurt and anguish than he had let on. And unfortunately, that made him a prime choice to be part of the X-Men.

Scott took half a step back as the hug ended, staying close if Stefan needed another embrace. The teen just wiped his eyes. "Sorry. I know you guys have seen much worse–"

"Don't apologize." Logan said sternly. The slight irritation in his voice caught Stefan off guard.

"Just because we've been through our share of trouble doesn't make what you went through any less traumatic." Scott told the teen.

"Thanks." Stefan said, sniffling as he wiped the last of his tears. He took a deep breath and tried to center himself.

"Your gift is a hard one to control, but we've got the most qualified people in the world to help you figure out how to do that." Scott explained.

"So, are you taking me to your secret base or something?"

"Sort of." Logan said.

"To Xavier's School of the Gifted." Scott told him. "It's a school where we teach you how to control your powers and how to use them in ways that benefit society."

"A place where we can be the best versions of ourselves." Logan added. Stefan nodded at the information given.

"I know this is kind of a stupid question, but what exactly are my powers? I thought all I could do was make some stupid shields and barriers."

"Molecular manipulation." Scott answered. Stefan's eyes widened.

"Molecular…" Stefan couldn't even finish the sentence. He was in such disbelief. He looked down at his hands, which seemed foreign to him with this new knowledge and the fact that they were covered in tight black spandex. He had the ability to manipulate molecules. If that meant what he took it to meant, then that meant he was extremely powerful, right? He was too tired to even think about the possible implications, and the mental fatigue quickly alerted the rest of his body to how depleted he really was.

"I think I need some rest." Stefan finally said.

"Understandable. Feel free to take a rest in the cabin." Scott told him. "We've got a few more to pick up, so it'll be a few hours before we get back to the school." Stefan nodded.

"You did a good job out there today, kid, so don't be too hard on yourself." Logan reassured him. Stefan nodded again and turned around to walk away, only for Logan to slap him on the ass, making Stefan jump a bit. "Great work." Logan said. The teen just continued to walk away, not wanting Logan to see how red his face was and the crotch of his suit getting much, much tighter.

As Stefan walked away, Logan licked his lips, not hiding how much he was eyeing that thick ass in that tight spandex. His own jeans were starting to tent at the thought of that large, bubble butt around his cock. He smirked at the thought and his smirk only grew wider when he saw Scott staring as well. "Got a real neckbreaker on him, doesn't he." Logan teased.

"Not everyone's as crass as you." Scott retorted. "The kid's been through a lot. I feel for him." Logan peered at Scott and even though the taller man had on glasses, he could see the shame on Scott's face that he was caught looking. Logan decided not to add any fuel to the fire. Scott was as uptight as they came, so he wasn't gonna tease him for finally partaking in a bit of self-gratification.

Scott, on the other hand, couldn't keep his comments to himself. Not when he saw the outline in Logan's jeans. "Logan, these kids are supposed to trust us. Hitting on them isn't a good way to start that process."

"The kid trusts me. I saved his life." Logan replied. Of course, it was more than that. Logan was a lot more animal than most men and he picked up on the vibes between them. He thought it was just sexual attraction before, but after reading about what happened to the kid, Logan knew it was more than that. They were kindred spirits, in a sense, with how much loss both of them experienced. But, he wasn't gonna explain that to Scott. "It's just harmless flirting."

"I've heard that before." Scott replied coldly, eliciting a glare from Logan. "Don't take it any further."

"I should say the same to you." Logan shot back in his agitation. The little goodwill Scott had accrued with Logan by checking out Stefan's ass had already disappeared. "Or maybe don't. Maybe it'll loosen you up more." Scott ignored him as he sat down in the pilot seat. He programmed the co-ordinates for their next destination: London. The jet's thrusters ignited as the Blackbird lifted into the air, seamlessly blending into the night as it took off.

Stefan sat down in the cabin and sank into his seat. He felt the rumble of the engines reverberating through his seat. It was oddly relaxing and so much smoother than any of the other planes he had ever been on. He couldn't believe he got to meet Wolverine and Cyclops, that he would get to train with them and that he could supposedly control molecules?! Discovering what exactly his powers were should've been at the forefront of his mind, but one look at him in his super suit, it was clear what Stefan was thinking about, given the tight outline of his hardening cock in the crotch. Wolverine was coming onto him, right? Between complimenting his dick earlier and slapping his ass, he had to be. And as his eyes closed, he found himself hoping it was true.