Jean said she wasn't hungry. Lied to him and closed the door. Left him inside, hungry too, only her scent to feed him. Scent fast overpowered by him, by Scott, his scrambled eggs and coffee and anger.
Logan wanted to go after her. She'd be angry too. She'd take it out on him, white-hot, biting. He wanted her, but not angry. So he went after Scott instead. Boy wanted a fight. "Save some for me, Summers?"
No answer. Scott put down his fork, swallowed, fixed his expression, looked through the closed door, back to Logan.
Logan pulled out a chair, straddled it, leaned over the back, grinned a little. "Didn't know you could cook."
"Stay away from her, Logan." Scott still sat, one hand on the table, clenching white.
Logan reached for the fork, ate a bite from Scott's plate. "You jealous?"
"I'm warning you..." Breathing faster, shifting in his seat, staring with that red glass gaze, an insect, a highway cop, a glowing-eyed mutant.
"You're warning me." Logan stretched his neck, rolled it side to side until it cracked. "Whatcha gonna do, Cyclops, put me on probation?" Boy was more than jealous, shaking furious, fight or flight rising. Made Logan's mouth water. Made Logan push in closer, eyes on Scott's face.
Scott must have moved because then Logan was on his feet, chair overturned and thrown aside. Saw Scott rise too, flick open the knife in a flash of light. Made Logan smile. "Good boy. Been practising?"
"I mean it." Scott did too, pulse beating in his throat, tendons standing, blade glittering.
"Sorry, Summers." Logan wanted it, wanted to eat Scott's rage, suck it out of him like juice from an orange. "You're good, but she's better."
Found the trigger. Scott lunged and Logan moved to meet him, letting the knife graze his ribs, leaving the claws inside his fists. Scott slashed again, pain and blood seeping from Logan's chest. "Not bad, Cyclops." And Logan punched him on the jaw, just hard enough to bruise.
Scott staggered back and Logan closed the gap again. Took a cut along his belly, too shallow to care about. Landed another blow, advanced some more.
Not bad, Cyclops, but you won't be king of the cage any time soon. Logan hit him one more time, ignored the pain blooming in his arm. Shoved Scott back against the counter, pinned him there, thigh to thigh, chest to chest. Scott struggled once, then was still.
"Not fair, is it?"
Scott didn't answer. He didn't move. His hand was on the knife and the knife was in Logan's arm, flesh firming all around it.
"Never a fair fight, Summers." Could smell the coffee on Scott's breath, the blood leaking from his mouth. "Aren't you going to use your powers?"
"You know I can't." Wrenched his shoulders once.
"Sure you can. I've seen you." Reached one hand up, touched the arm of Scott's glasses. "I'll help you." Pulled them, slowly, off. Scott's eyes screwed tight, skin white around them.
"Logan..." Scott tried to move, but there was nowhere to go. Went rigid, but his chest still heaved. "Give them back."
"Open your eyes, Cyclops. Blow my fucking head off."
Scott twisted the knife.
Logan twitched. "Bastard!" Then snorted, smiled. "Not bad for an X-Man."
"Give them to me."
"You know what they say about girls who wear glasses." Hurting, keyed up, pressed against a man who could kill him just by opening his eyes. Very, very hungry. Time to eat.
Logan took Scott's mouth, tasted the iron and the salt. Scott sagged a little, then came alive under the kiss, winding his fingers in Logan's hair, sucking Logan's tongue into his mouth. Guess the boy was hungry too.
Scott's hand moved behind Logan's head, down to his neck, kneading the muscle, pulling him deeper. Teeth scraped together. Logan scratched Scott's cheek, no claws, just nails and skin. Stubble burned his mouth. Should have done this more.
They shifted and Logan felt the sharp pull in his arm and Scott's erection hard against his thigh. Felt his own dick stiffen, his heart pound. Felt Scott's intent before he moved, mouth drawing away, hands pushing Logan to give him room to kneel.
Not today. Boy wanted it too bad. Too bad, Scott. It's just not fair. Logan held Scott there and bit his lip and had a thought that almost made him laugh.
Oh, what the hell. Dropped the glasses on the counter and slid down Scott's body. Fumbled one-handed until Scott reached down to help. Never given head before. It was harder than it looked.
It was awkward. Jaw wide, lips stretched around Scott's cock, linoleum cold on Logan's knees. Seemed to be working, though. Scott's mouth was open, sucking air, eyes pinched shut, one hand on the knife, the other reaching for Logan. Cool, warmer, hot. Fingers on Logan's temple and they were burning. All that energy quivering just under the skin. All for Logan. Who knew there was so much power in a blowjob?
Not for long. Boy was so worked up, Logan knew he wouldn't last. Fingers yanked Logan's hair, knife sliced another quarter of an inch, Scott's whole body jerked. Logan pulled back a little so he wouldn't choke. One final spasm and Scott was done, hands at his sides and breathing hard.
The load was slippery in Logan's mouth. He already knew the smell. The taste was just the same, bitter and a little sad. He held it there, stood. Covered Scott's mouth with his own and didn't let go until Scott swallowed.
Logan moved away. "Needs salt."
"Where are they?"
Handed Scott the glasses, lit a cigar. Still hungry, but sometimes that was okay. Watched Scott buckle up. Blew a smoke ring.
Scott looked like he wanted to say fifty things and didn't know where to start. Logan smiled. "Take your knife, Summers."
"What?"
"The knife." Held out his arm. "C'mon, take it." Scott yanked it out, flicked it shut with blood still on the blade. It hurt like hell.
"Fuck you, Logan." Probably covered most of the fifty things. Marks were rising on Scott's face, blood drying on his chin.
"You'd have to beat me first." Looked Scott up and down. "Think you can get it up again?"
"Just...fuck you." Scott walked past Logan, didn't touch him, didn't speak again, didn't even slam the door.
Logan sat in Scott's chair and put his feet up on the table. The coffee was cold. He drank it anyway.
FINIS
Raven @ August 26, 2004
.......... Ummm it was ok. Could be better.