Fic - Lost, Chapter 12
Title - Lost
Chapter - 12 - Confrontations
Rating - NC-17/R
Pairing - Logan/Scott Summers
Disclaimer - Just for fun. Don't belong to me unfortunately, if it did canon would be much much different. Characters are all the property of Marvel and their affiliates.
Summary - A week after the Battle of Alcatraz Jean and the Professor return, but Cyclops remains missing. Logan goes looking for the leader of the X-men.
A/N - First go at writing something for this universe - so hopefully it'll turn out okay. I don't think there can ever be enough Scott/Logan fics out there.
A/N 2 - As always, thanks to everyone who reads and reviews this. Almost near the end now :).
Chapter 12
Confrontations
It didn’t take him long to find the kid. He was teaching one of his old classes, something to do with poetry and books. Logan didn’t pay much attention to what he was saying, instead watching the way the man moved in front of the room, the way his mouth moved, eyes shining bright.
Judging by the look on some of the kid’s faces, he wasn’t the only one who appreciated Scott’s appearance. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the look on some of their faces, what they were thinking clearly on their faces.
“Alright, the essay that Dr. McCoy set is still due this coming Monday,” Scott said, smile crossing his face at the groans that followed the statement. “You’ve had it for over a month, but if you need an extension come and see me.”
The kids all slowly moved out, Rogue the only one who really noticed him, a knowing smile crossing her face as she looked between him and Summers, before she walked out, door closing behind her.
“Interesting class, Slim,” he said, lounging against the wall, watching in amusement as the other man turned slowly towards him, swallowing heavily, his back stiffening.
“What are you doing here, Logan?” Scott asked, tone trying to be cold, but coming out more breathy, eyes flicking down and then up his body.
“So you got your memory back,” he replied conversationally, eyes taking in every detail of the other man, every sense tuned into him, sensing the way his breath caught at his statement.
Scott’s eyes met his, his breath speeding up, as Logan took a step away from the wall.
“Why don’t you tell me about it?” Logan asked.
“Why’s it important?” Scott shot back, jaw clenching.
“Why are you so defensive?” Logan replied, slowly moving towards him. Either the kid wasn’t paying attention, or he wanted Logan to trap him in, as he didn’t try to make a move to get out of the corner he was slowly being backed into.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Logan,” Scott muttered, eyes looking anywhere but at him.
“Tell me about how you got your memories back, Slim,” Logan murmured, voice becoming husky.
“Like you care,” Scott replied, eyes meeting Logan’s again, and Logan held his gaze, tongue coming out to lick his bottom lip, watching as Scott’s eyes followed the movement, eyes a little more dilated when he looked back up.
“Cos the interesting thing is,” Logan continued. “’Ro said that you got them back last night, when we got back from the museum, before everyone went to bed.”
He watched the way Scott swallowed hard, Adam’s apple moving up and down, his tongue coming out to moisten his lips, making it difficult for Logan to remember what he wanted to talk about.
He growled and continued to slowly move towards him.
“We can’t,” Scott said, eyes darting over to the closed door and then back to Logan, the cold expression he’d been trying to convey falling from his face, the look of desire, lust and something else Logan couldn’t place, coming to the surface.
“Can’t what?” Logan asked, voice dropping down into a low growl.
“Logan,” Scott said, putting his hands up in front of himself, trying to make a barrier. Logan kept moving towards him, smirking as he moved into the hands, which pushed up against his chest, Scott not moving them away. “I can’t do this.”
“I warned you,” he replied, still taking steps forward, Cyke backing away, trying to keep the distance between them. “Last night, I told you.”
“Told me what?” Scott asked, an unreadable look entering his eyes.
“What would happen,” he whispered, smirk widening as Scott’s back hit the wall, and he crowded into his space even more, noticing with satisfaction the way the other man’s eyes dilated until there was only a ring of blue around them, his breaths becoming shallower.
“You’re mine, Slim,” he growled, mouth a hair breadths away from the other man’s.
“I-I … Logan,” Scott breathed, chest now flush up against Logan’s, Logan pushing one leg in between Scott’s, starting to rub, and feeling the flare of arousal rise up in him as Scott whimpered.
“You want this Scott” he whispered, the sentence a statement.
“It doesn’t matter what I want,” Scott replied, voice full of regret. Logan pulled back and stared into his face.
“What do you mean ‘it doesn’t matter’ what you want?” he asked.
Scott rolled his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall.
“Things are expected of me, Logan,” he muttered, as he closed his eyes.
“I just hope they don’t let their sense of duty get in the way of that happiness.”
The professor’s words came back to him. Looking at the kid, Logan began to understand what the professor was saying to him. Scott was the kind of person who always looked out for other people and never himself. He would do what other’s wanted him to do before he did what he wanted, would do what was expected of him.
“Scott,” he said quietly, hand coming up to cup his cheek, thumb rubbing across it. “I don’t know much about leadership-”
He was cut off when Cyke snorted, eyes opening to look at him, a raised eyebrow clearly conveying the message of “No shit”.
“I don’t know much about leadership,” he repeated. “But I think you’re underestimating your team and the kids here. They don’t expect you to deny yourself what you want, to not go after it.”
“And what if what I want is Jean?” he asked, again swallowing hard.
Growling, Logan raised his arms up, his hands coming to rest on either side of Scott’s head.
“If that’s what you wanted, I’d try to let you go,” Logan said, trying to keep the possessive feelings and the Wolverine, who wanted to take Scott somewhere and lock him away, at bay.
“But I wouldn’t stop wanting you,” he continued, leaning forward and laying a gentle kiss on Cyke’s mouth, before trailing them down along his jaw, “would never accept that you were anyone else’s but mine.”
“I hope we’re not interrupting,” a soft voice interrupted from the door.
Logan felt Scott tense against him, eyes moving away from him, over his shoulder. Logan followed his line of sight, seeing the professor and ‘Ro standing in the door way. The professor had a soft small on his face, while ‘Ro looked at them in confusion.
“Professor,” Scott said, hands pushing Logan away from him. Looking back, Logan gave Scott a hungry look, before stepping away, fighting the urge to step back into the warm body.
“Can I have a word, Scott?” the professor asked, looking between the two of them with nothing but amusement.
“Of course,” Scott replied, blush heating his cheeks.
Logan stood there for a few seconds after ‘Ro had left, Scott and the professor both looking at him.
“Oh. Right,” he said, striding over to the door, giving Scott one last look, before closing it.
“Well,” ‘Ro said voice full of confusion, anger and just a little bit of amusement. “That explains that.”
Pulling out a cigar, Logan simply raised an eyebrow at her, lighting it and breathing in deeply.
“You and Scott,” she continued, when he remained silent. “Not something I saw coming.”
Leaning back against the wall, Logan took her in, wondering how she was going to react.
“Does Jean know?” she asked, eyes flicking to the door and then back to him.
“Yeah,” he replied.
“Be careful, Logan,” she said quietly. “Jean … she’s as stubborn as you are. And she’ll play dirty to get what she wants.”
“Really?” Logan asked, surprised that ‘Ro was telling him about Red.
“Really,” she answered, giving his arm a squeeze as she walked past. “Watch yourself.”
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A/N - So we're almost at the end! Yay! Only one chapter left (maybe two, depends if I write a little more on the next chapter). I've got a few other ideas floating around, but I think I might do a poll to see what you guys want to read. Anywho, enough blabbering from me. Let me know what you thought :).
Chapter - 12 - Confrontations
Rating - NC-17/R
Pairing - Logan/Scott Summers
Disclaimer - Just for fun. Don't belong to me unfortunately, if it did canon would be much much different. Characters are all the property of Marvel and their affiliates.
Summary - A week after the Battle of Alcatraz Jean and the Professor return, but Cyclops remains missing. Logan goes looking for the leader of the X-men.
A/N - First go at writing something for this universe - so hopefully it'll turn out okay. I don't think there can ever be enough Scott/Logan fics out there.
A/N 2 - As always, thanks to everyone who reads and reviews this. Almost near the end now :).
Chapter 12
Confrontations
It didn’t take him long to find the kid. He was teaching one of his old classes, something to do with poetry and books. Logan didn’t pay much attention to what he was saying, instead watching the way the man moved in front of the room, the way his mouth moved, eyes shining bright.
Judging by the look on some of the kid’s faces, he wasn’t the only one who appreciated Scott’s appearance. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the look on some of their faces, what they were thinking clearly on their faces.
“Alright, the essay that Dr. McCoy set is still due this coming Monday,” Scott said, smile crossing his face at the groans that followed the statement. “You’ve had it for over a month, but if you need an extension come and see me.”
The kids all slowly moved out, Rogue the only one who really noticed him, a knowing smile crossing her face as she looked between him and Summers, before she walked out, door closing behind her.
“Interesting class, Slim,” he said, lounging against the wall, watching in amusement as the other man turned slowly towards him, swallowing heavily, his back stiffening.
“What are you doing here, Logan?” Scott asked, tone trying to be cold, but coming out more breathy, eyes flicking down and then up his body.
“So you got your memory back,” he replied conversationally, eyes taking in every detail of the other man, every sense tuned into him, sensing the way his breath caught at his statement.
Scott’s eyes met his, his breath speeding up, as Logan took a step away from the wall.
“Why don’t you tell me about it?” Logan asked.
“Why’s it important?” Scott shot back, jaw clenching.
“Why are you so defensive?” Logan replied, slowly moving towards him. Either the kid wasn’t paying attention, or he wanted Logan to trap him in, as he didn’t try to make a move to get out of the corner he was slowly being backed into.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Logan,” Scott muttered, eyes looking anywhere but at him.
“Tell me about how you got your memories back, Slim,” Logan murmured, voice becoming husky.
“Like you care,” Scott replied, eyes meeting Logan’s again, and Logan held his gaze, tongue coming out to lick his bottom lip, watching as Scott’s eyes followed the movement, eyes a little more dilated when he looked back up.
“Cos the interesting thing is,” Logan continued. “’Ro said that you got them back last night, when we got back from the museum, before everyone went to bed.”
He watched the way Scott swallowed hard, Adam’s apple moving up and down, his tongue coming out to moisten his lips, making it difficult for Logan to remember what he wanted to talk about.
He growled and continued to slowly move towards him.
“We can’t,” Scott said, eyes darting over to the closed door and then back to Logan, the cold expression he’d been trying to convey falling from his face, the look of desire, lust and something else Logan couldn’t place, coming to the surface.
“Can’t what?” Logan asked, voice dropping down into a low growl.
“Logan,” Scott said, putting his hands up in front of himself, trying to make a barrier. Logan kept moving towards him, smirking as he moved into the hands, which pushed up against his chest, Scott not moving them away. “I can’t do this.”
“I warned you,” he replied, still taking steps forward, Cyke backing away, trying to keep the distance between them. “Last night, I told you.”
“Told me what?” Scott asked, an unreadable look entering his eyes.
“What would happen,” he whispered, smirk widening as Scott’s back hit the wall, and he crowded into his space even more, noticing with satisfaction the way the other man’s eyes dilated until there was only a ring of blue around them, his breaths becoming shallower.
“You’re mine, Slim,” he growled, mouth a hair breadths away from the other man’s.
“I-I … Logan,” Scott breathed, chest now flush up against Logan’s, Logan pushing one leg in between Scott’s, starting to rub, and feeling the flare of arousal rise up in him as Scott whimpered.
“You want this Scott” he whispered, the sentence a statement.
“It doesn’t matter what I want,” Scott replied, voice full of regret. Logan pulled back and stared into his face.
“What do you mean ‘it doesn’t matter’ what you want?” he asked.
Scott rolled his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall.
“Things are expected of me, Logan,” he muttered, as he closed his eyes.
“I just hope they don’t let their sense of duty get in the way of that happiness.”
The professor’s words came back to him. Looking at the kid, Logan began to understand what the professor was saying to him. Scott was the kind of person who always looked out for other people and never himself. He would do what other’s wanted him to do before he did what he wanted, would do what was expected of him.
“Scott,” he said quietly, hand coming up to cup his cheek, thumb rubbing across it. “I don’t know much about leadership-”
He was cut off when Cyke snorted, eyes opening to look at him, a raised eyebrow clearly conveying the message of “No shit”.
“I don’t know much about leadership,” he repeated. “But I think you’re underestimating your team and the kids here. They don’t expect you to deny yourself what you want, to not go after it.”
“And what if what I want is Jean?” he asked, again swallowing hard.
Growling, Logan raised his arms up, his hands coming to rest on either side of Scott’s head.
“If that’s what you wanted, I’d try to let you go,” Logan said, trying to keep the possessive feelings and the Wolverine, who wanted to take Scott somewhere and lock him away, at bay.
“But I wouldn’t stop wanting you,” he continued, leaning forward and laying a gentle kiss on Cyke’s mouth, before trailing them down along his jaw, “would never accept that you were anyone else’s but mine.”
“I hope we’re not interrupting,” a soft voice interrupted from the door.
Logan felt Scott tense against him, eyes moving away from him, over his shoulder. Logan followed his line of sight, seeing the professor and ‘Ro standing in the door way. The professor had a soft small on his face, while ‘Ro looked at them in confusion.
“Professor,” Scott said, hands pushing Logan away from him. Looking back, Logan gave Scott a hungry look, before stepping away, fighting the urge to step back into the warm body.
“Can I have a word, Scott?” the professor asked, looking between the two of them with nothing but amusement.
“Of course,” Scott replied, blush heating his cheeks.
Logan stood there for a few seconds after ‘Ro had left, Scott and the professor both looking at him.
“Oh. Right,” he said, striding over to the door, giving Scott one last look, before closing it.
“Well,” ‘Ro said voice full of confusion, anger and just a little bit of amusement. “That explains that.”
Pulling out a cigar, Logan simply raised an eyebrow at her, lighting it and breathing in deeply.
“You and Scott,” she continued, when he remained silent. “Not something I saw coming.”
Leaning back against the wall, Logan took her in, wondering how she was going to react.
“Does Jean know?” she asked, eyes flicking to the door and then back to him.
“Yeah,” he replied.
“Be careful, Logan,” she said quietly. “Jean … she’s as stubborn as you are. And she’ll play dirty to get what she wants.”
“Really?” Logan asked, surprised that ‘Ro was telling him about Red.
“Really,” she answered, giving his arm a squeeze as she walked past. “Watch yourself.”
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A/N - So we're almost at the end! Yay! Only one chapter left (maybe two, depends if I write a little more on the next chapter). I've got a few other ideas floating around, but I think I might do a poll to see what you guys want to read. Anywho, enough blabbering from me. Let me know what you thought :).