It's Not Me (12/?) Scott/Logan

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Title: It's Not Me
Fandom: X-Men
Pairing: Scott/Logan
Rating: NC-17.
Word Count: 5,622

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"I read the journal Scott. I know why you're upset," Logan's words resonated through the shower, bringing Scott back to the reality that he'd surrounded himself with. He hadn't been successful in hiding the truth from Jean about his fall from grace. Now, it seemed that he'd suffered the same fate in keeping the truth about his voyeuristic journey into reading Jean's journal away from Logan as well. With a heavy sigh, Scott lowered his head shamefully once again.

"So then you know that she saw us together that night you returned? I thought for so long that we were careful about it especially the next morning when you pretended you'd just arrived," Scott closed his eyes tightly, struggling to fight the thoughts of the horror Jean must've experienced in watching Scott and Logan pawing away at one another, giving in to lust in ways that both men had been proclaiming to want to share with her. Unlike Logan however, Scott had been committed to Jean, wanting to provide her with a better life, to take her as his wife and share forever with her, but in a night everything had changed. He'd lost himself to self satisfaction and…

"I wish she hadn't walked in on us," Logan wrapped his arms around Scott's waist tightly, hoping to provide him with the comfort he'd needed in the moment, "She shouldn't have witnessed that."

"We shouldn't have done that," Scott stiffened against Logan's embrace feeling guilty for needing it so very much, "Not then, not there."

"Scott," Logan couldn't help, but frown, "I don't regret what happened, so don't you start saying that you do. Yes, it was a shitty thing to do to Jean at the time, but…"

"But nothing," Scott found the courage to turn around and face Logan fully, "it was a shitty thing to do to the both of you. I never should've put you both in that position. I never should've opened the door to hurting either one of you that night. You both had expectations of me, things that you'd depended on where I was concerned, yet…"

"Scott, this is my fault. I kept pushing the issue and I forced your hand. I was the one who was out of line in this Scott, not you," Logan frowned seeing the anguish behind Scott's deep, blue eyes.

"Don't try to make me out to be the good guy Logan because I wasn't," Scott refused to accept Logan's words of comfort, "I promised her forever when I wanted you. She was having nightmares. I could see she was breaking inside, needing me more each day, but I was so consumed with lust. I wanted to help her, yet I knew how I felt about you, about what I wanted from you, but I kept denying it. I kept refusing to accept what I'd known in my heart to be true. I kept saying no, but with my actions I was leading you on behind her back always fighting it until I couldn't hold back any longer and…"

"I kept pursuing you too," Logan reached out to touch the side of Scott's face, "I wasn't innocent in all of this Scott. Hell, I'm the one that instigated the process, pushing it further along to begin with. I followed you into the showers that night, remember?"

"I'm the one that invited you to join me," Scott hung his head down somberly, his eyes divided by guilt and anguish over hurting Jean.

"I would've done it regardless," Logan reached out to curl his finger underneath Scott's chin in an attempt to coax him to meet his eyes, "I was greedy and selfish Scott. I didn't think about what it would do to your life. I wasn't weighing out the consequences back then because I wasn't about to back down when I planned on taking you that night one way or the other."

"Logan we both know that…" Scott bit down on his lower lip in a small protest.

"All the time I was away all I could think about was you Scott," Logan confessed in an impassioned tone. "It consumed everything that I did. Hell, when I took the bike I was hoping you'd follow, that you'd meet me with guns blazing like you did that night in the locker room."

"Logan…" Scott opened his mouth in protest, attempting to dissuade Logan's confession.

"It's the truth Scott. I was so consumed by thoughts of you that I was distracted. When I'd come home that night more than anything I wanted to see if you still felt it too. Maybe it was lust or passion guiding me at the time, but there was something about you I couldn't shake. It's why I came home that night hoping desperately I would find you without Jean. It wasn't fair to you or your situation Scott, but I couldn't get you out of my mind," Logan divulged thinking about his return to the school. "You were the reason I came back Scott, only you."

"Logan I…" Scott felt Logan's thumb brush over his bottom lip tenderly, creating a soft contrast to Logan's otherwise commanding touch.

"When you walked away, I knew I wouldn't be satisfied with that outcome," Logan eased his fingers up into Scott's soaked, dark hair, "When I saw you standing there in the shower, touching yourself, waiting for someone to touch you in the ways you'd been denying yourself for so very long, I knew I wanted that someone to be me."

"I wanted it to be you," Scott closed his eyes guiltily.

"We weren't wrong. Maybe the timing wasn't the easiest for everyone involved, but I never should've allowed us to keep pretending that it didn't happen. We shouldn't have tried to deny it like we did when we let everyone believe that the night never existed for us, but damn it Scott as I said before we weren't wrong for giving in to it," Logan argued, pressing his hands firmly over the side of Scott's face. He let out a long exhale, his words raw and desperate in the midst of Scott's emotion, "We still aren't wrong. You believe that, don't you?"

Scott nodded unable to make eye contact with Logan.

"Scott?" Logan questioned wearily. The tension was suffocating, claiming most of the room in the shower now that Scott had started to shut down right before Logan. "Scott please talk to me…"

"I love you Logan," Scott's tearful blue eyes finally reopened unable to hide from the truth in his heart, "In the past I tried to write it off as a physical attraction, but it's so much more than that. I've always wanted you Logan even when I knew it would hurt her."

"I love you too Summers," Logan answered readily, not bothering to censor himself in the moment, "This is completely uncharted territory for me and maybe I'm not always the best at conveying that message to you, but it's the truth. I know I might shut down at times because a part of me feels like I don't deserve you or this happiness you give me because of the person I am Scott, but you're everything that I've always wanted and needed. Believe me when I tell you that I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it. You know that about me. Regardless of whether it was right or wrong I knew from the start that you were the one. You were what I'd always longed for in my life."

"Logan…." Scott opened his mouth to say something further.

"Scott, I wasn't able to finally accept myself until you," Logan continued running his fingers across the hollow of Scott's cheekbone tenderly, "I was miserable for so long until you crossed paths with me. I don't know how or why, but you changed me Scott. You made me want to be a better person for the first time that I can remember."

"I didn't even begin to come to life before you arrived," Scott let out an ironic laugh, "In all my years of discipline and control, I thought that I'd figured it all out, but you changed that for me. You changed everything too."

"I'm a pain in the ass like that I guess when it comes to adding complications to your life," Logan attempted to infuse humor into the situation, knowing it was a futile attempt, but still in seeing the sadness behind Scott's eyes, Logan couldn't help but wish he could change things.

"Yeah, you are," Scott agreed with the beginnings of a small smile involuntarily rising over his lips, "but that doesn't make me want or need you any less."

"I need you too Summers," Logan confessed in an impassioned tone, "even if the timing was off, everything we did, everything we've shared it brought us to where we are now together in this moment and we can't regret that. We can't take back what in essence makes us, well…us."

"Even so," Scott sighed heavily, "you can't convince me that seeing us didn't drive her to madness. I knew she was on shaky ground for a while before your return. I could see she was growing increasingly upset and I tried to help her. Time and time again I tried to pretend that something else was happening to her, but in knowing that I wanted you…"

"I wanted you too," Logan blurted out without hesitation, "I've wanted you from the start Scott and deep down she knew that. She was aware of what was happening, but I don't believe that's what caused her downward spiral."

"We used her to hide behind what was happening with us," Scott replied with a heavy heart, "I promised her happiness, but then I ended up breaking her heart Logan. I should've told her the truth, should've been honest with myself before I betrayed her, before I made you feel like a dirty, little secret with the way I ran out on you that night."

"You weren't ready for it Scott," Logan sighed feeling a heaviness in his chest, "It wasn't like either one of us anticipated it happening like it did. Well, no that's not entirely true because it was all I could think about when I was gone. I couldn't stop obsessing over you and…"

"I started trying to hide my thoughts from Jean. She was so tortured after Liberty Island. I could see something was happening to her, hurting her and I wanted to try to pull her through it. The more I fought to hold onto her and I, the more I started thinking about you," Scott's face grew a pale shade of crimson. "You kept showing up in my dreams night after night, yet when you returned I wasn't prepared for it. I thought that I could control it, but when you arrived…Logan, I was horrible to you. The next morning I acted like a jerk. I never, ever should've behaved like that when I saw you standing there doing your best to give me an out…"

"I wasn't giving you an out," Logan frowned back at him, "I was simply trying to find another way in. After one taste of you I was hooked. I knew that sooner or later you'd give in and when you did…"

"I still shouldn't have done things the way I did," Scott paused feeling a tiny shiver of an exhale overtake him.

"I shouldn't have either," Logan added softly, "I knew that you were struggling with what was happening Scott. I could see that it wasn't easy for you, but I kept pushing you, kept goading you towards giving in. I wasn't taking what you had here into consideration at the time. I just wanted what I wanted and consequences be damned."

"We both felt that way," Scott sighed in recollection, "The next day when Jean went to Boston and I escorted Charles to see Magneto…"

"Do you think that he knew that we had…?" Logan's eyes widened with surprise.

"He's a telepath. How could he not know what was consuming me the next day after we…?" Scott gulped down harder then before. "He must've sensed a disturbance with Jean. Must've seen that…"

"I was a bullshit liar when I tried to play it off like I'd just come up to the school on your bike after spending a night at the bar trying to figure where I went wrong," Logan let out an ironic laugh, "I thought I'd played it smoothly, but I'm sure it was written all over my face. Being near you I can't hide it. You get under my skin Scott."

"You were at a bar after you and I…?" Scott softened his tone, thinking back to their night together. "You left for a drink?"

"Does that really surprise you knowing who I am?" Logan couldn't help, but smirk poignantly. "I needed to clear my head because all I wanted to do after you left was chase after you. I couldn't trust myself after you ran away. I knew that I wasn't in control any longer when everything inside of me wanted to leave the bar, go back to the school, pull you from your room and force you to face me again."

"I'm sorry," Scott lowered his head shamefully, "I just made a huge mess of everything and…"

"No I'm sorry Scott. I shouldn't have put you in a position to feel this way," Logan eased his fingers into Scott's damp, dark hair. "I'm not saying I feel regrets about what began with us, but if anyone should take the brunt of the blame for Jean, it's me. I kept pushing the envelope."

"I invited you in," Scott's words came out in a shivering exhale.

"Scott, we can't go back and change the past," Logan decided shaking his head firmly, "but we can work on the future Scott. That's what's important. That's what matters."

"I just wish I hadn't taken Jean's future from her Logan," Scott sighed feeling a heaviness in his chest.

"You didn't Scott," Logan clarified, "She made her own decisions."

"Based on an emotional response to what she witnessed between us," Scott mouthed guiltily, "She deserved so much more."

"I know she did," Logan agreed feeling Scott lean forward, dropping down to bury his head in Logan's chest. Wrapping his arms tighter around Scott, Logan pressed a kiss over the top of Scott's head, "We all did."

"We still have a chance at happiness, but Jean," Scott began guiltily, "she won't ever have that again."

"You have to let go of the guilt Scott," Logan squeezed Scott tighter than ever, "You need to finally forgive yourself for what happened. Jean would want you to do that."

"Would she?" Scott questioned pulling his head up to meet Logan's eyes. "Do you really believe that she would be comforted by the thought that you and I wound up together after we played her for a fool?"

"We weren't trying to hurt her Scott," Logan sighed heavily, "It just happened."

"Happened or not, it began a downward spiral in her life. She was already on shaky ground. Her nightmares consumed her. She was coping with that, but in seeing that she knew about us it had to mean when she sacrificed herself to save everyone that she was…" Scott opened his mouth in protest, thinking about Jean's pain.

"Doing what she would've done even if she hadn't known," Logan interrupted refusing to allow Scott to carry the burden of Jean's decision, "Jean, for the most part, was a good woman who cared about those around her. She would've risked it all to save the world if she thought it would make a difference. You and I both know that."

"Yes, but when she returned…" Scott bit back on the lump in the back of his throat, "She knew Logan. She was so angry and rightfully so. When she took my powers away from me…"

"She wasn't Jean," Logan insisted with a frown, "She hadn't been Jean for a while. Yes, maybe Phoenix was a part of her, but that part of her was there long before you and I upset her. We can't allow ourselves to be lost in things we can't change. Yes, maybe it's an ugly part of the past with what happened to Jean, but at the same time…"

"I was horrible to her. I hurt her and…" Scott opened his mouth, preparing to return to the self loathing that he'd taken himself to time and time again over the way Jean's fate had panned out for her.

While Logan knew it was a part of who Scott was, always putting those he cared about ahead of what was right for him, Logan also knew full well what had become of Scott the last time he'd gone down that road. In Jean's 'death' Scott had turned away from the world around him, taking the burden on his shoulders to the point of a near breakdown. Self-loathing lead to closing himself off, which lead to distances between them and then disaster. Not willing to open the door to that conversation again, Logan leaned forward claiming Scott's protesting lips in a hungry kiss.

Scott's body tensed up, confusion sweeping over his senses in the unexpected kiss, causing him to recoil away from Logan, but it didn't matter. Scott Summers was too consumed by guilt for his own good and even if it was part of what Logan had grown to anticipate from Scott, he wasn't about to allow it to drive Scott further away from sanity all over again. Fighting to hold onto Scott, Logan roughly seized the back of Scott's head using enough force to keep Scott positioned beside him. His other hand traveled down over Scott's spine, fingers tracing over it's smooth contours until his palm finally settled in on Scott's bottom, offering up a domineering squeeze.

"Logan wait," Scott's pouting lips curved in objection, his blue eyes overtaken by shame and confusion in what prompted the kiss.

"Don't over think this," Logan half pleaded, squeezing Scott closer to him, "just…"

"Logan, right now I just can't stop thinking about…" Scott started with an uneasiness in his voice. He attempted to pull away, to break free of Logan's arms that surrounded him, but was met by fierce opposition. Logan stepped forward taking Scott back into the shower wall with the movement. His teeth sank into Scott's lower lip causing Scott to whimper.

"Stop talking Summers," Logan snarled devouring Scott's lips again, feeding on their succulent sweetness, knowing that Scott's protests would soon give way to lust. Logan massaged Scott's flesh again, digging his fingers into Scott's bottom possessively in an attempt to claim ownership once again-to remind Scott that regardless of where he'd started with Jean, his path was now with Logan. Guilt couldn't steal that from them. With the movement, Scott let out a small mewling sound, relinquishing his initial hesitations about their kiss. Jean's memory slipped out of Scott's mind allowing Logan to relish the feel of Scott's lips parting, mouth opening to accept Logan's tongue, to embrace the touch, the taste, the fire that Logan carried with him.

"To hell with going back to the past," Logan thought to himself knowing only too well that while he and Scott hadn't been the best at discretion with one another, Logan would be damned if he allowed Jean's words to take away what was rightfully his. Logan stepped forward, kneading Scott's flesh with his thick fingers, gripping and pinching possessively at the taut muscle before him. Scott whimpered against Logan's mouth, urgent and needy when they finally parted.

"Logan, what are we doing…?" Scott gasped behind flushed features, a mixture of lust and confusion carrying over his intense blue eyes.

"You need a distraction because right now you're living in a moment of regret hating yourself for how that night played out," Logan explained, his eyes dropping down to memorize the shape of Scott's mouth, to lock in every single second of it's perfection. He reached out, dragging his thumb over Scott's bottom lip, drawing out sensation after glorious sensation before sliding his finger into Scott's warm, wet mouth silencing Scott's attempt at arguing. Smiling possessively, Logan spoke up again in a firm, commanding tone, "Now I'm going to give you the opportunity to alleviate some of that guilt."

"Logan I…" Scott mumbled, attempting to say something more when Logan pushed his finger into Scott's mouth deeper, causing Scott to momentarily fall to silence. The movement caused Scott to recoil when Logan thrust another finger into Scott's mouth, sliding it around in the hopes of distracting Scott long enough to have his say on the matter. At first Scott seemed resistant, hesitant to play along, but after a few seconds of twisting his fingers in Scott's mouth, he felt Scott relent, bringing his lips to a close around them, suctioning on them in the same ways that Logan had appreciated Scott's mouth in far more intimate acts. Logan smiled outwardly, proud of Scott's ability to take direction. Gently pumping his fingers in and out of Scott's mouth, mimicking the movements he'd used a great many times to bring Scott to distraction with other more, extensive parts of himself, Logan leaned forward to kiss the side of Scott's neck.

"You said you felt horrible for how it ended with us that night," Logan mouthed greedily, his fingers still deep inside Scott's mouth, exploring it's wet heat, "so now's your chance to make it up to me. Instead of running away, tonight you stay. You let me finish what I started with you back then. No questions asked."

Logan pulled back and Scott's blue eyes met his, a slight hesitation behind them, but Logan knew soon that hesitation would be overruled by desire. Taking the lead, Logan reached up over Scott's shoulder pulling the liquid soap off of the shelf that was just over Scott's shoulder. He used his fingers to pop open the bottle, clumsily squeezing some of it from the bottle into the palm of his hand.

"That night we made a mess of things," Logan explained bringing his soap filled hand over Scott's shoulder. He pressed down, fingers massaging over Scott's slick skin. Still with his other hand in Scott's mouth savoring the feel of Scott's tongue surrounding him, he continued to fill in the details on his fantasy, "When you lost all control, I knew it was just the beginning. I loved touching you, but I wasn't ready to stop there. I wanted to taste you, to feel you vibrate against my tongue, inside my mouth and…"

Logan pulled his fingers out of Scott's mouth, tracing Scott's lips momentarily before bringing his soap covered hand over Scott's chest. He massaged at the firm, smooth expanse of Scott's toned abdomen, carefully doting on every inch of flawless skin before him. His mouth hovered over the side of Scott's neck, tongue tasting Scott's alluring flesh. Reaching out around Scott's body again Logan knew Scott wanted to say something, undoubtedly want to put together some form of protest given the nature of their earlier conversation, but knowing it wasn't allowed in the moment Scott leaned back against the shower wall awaiting Logan's instruction.

"Tonight you're lost, but you'll find yourself again," Logan explained smoothly, temptation coiling in each one of his words, "Just like that night you're begging for reprieve, seeking out something that you've been missing for so very long."

Scott remained silent, blue eyes tapering off over Logan's body, dropping down to immerse himself in Logan all over again. Logan didn't have to ask to know that Scott had been thinking about that night, mind reeling with the consequences of the memory, but soon Logan would give Scott plenty of other food for thought.

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Mindless temptation. Those were the only words to describe what Logan was offering to Scott in the moment. Although they'd been discussing Jean, returning to that night when Scott had betrayed her in almost every way imaginable, the last thing Scott had anticipated was Logan kissing him. Hell, it hadn't been appropriate at all, hadn't been in line with what they were discussing. Scott had felt horrible, rotten to the core in his deceitful actions, yet Logan seemed undeterred by it. Yes, he'd sworn that he'd carried the same remorse about Jean witnessing the shameless acts between them, yet when Logan's tongue had claimed Scott, kissing him as if their future depended on it, Scott knew Logan's attempt at dealing with Scott's guilt had taken him down a darker path. At first Scott had wanted to recoil, to tear himself away from Logan and bask in the weight of his guilt. He'd owed Jean so much more. He'd promised her a future and happiness, yet Scott had betrayed that trust with the same temptation that overruled Scott in the present. He'd given in to a moment, one that Jean never should've known of, yet it had happened. Scott had let her down in the worst possible way and she'd known.

"I was so wrong," Scott could hear that voice inside his mind condemning him again and again. It was pounding inside of his head, pulsating at his temple, threatening to eat him alive when Logan forced himself inside with the kiss. It yanked Scott out of his self-disgust, taking him away from Jean's words and returning him to the one inevitable sensation that would always linger between him and Logan. Lust.

Now standing in the shower waiting with baited breath for Logan's touch, longing to hear Logan say something to take him further from the past, Scott gulped down. Yes, maybe it wasn't the right time, perhaps it wasn't in his nature to ignore his misery long enough to savor bliss, but then again Logan had always been about living in the moment. He'd walked around proudly stating no regrets, yet in the reflection of the one night Scott had regretted on more levels than he'd cared to admit, Logan was offering him a reprieve. Yes, it might not take back what Jean had experienced, but tonight Jean was gone. Scott and Logan were together, back in the same situation that Scott had cut short in his retreat all that time ago.

"I'm going to touch you Scott," Logan informed him with a primitive breath, "I'm going to remind you all over again just how good things can be when it's just the two of us…"

"Logan…" Scott spoke up once more, making one, last, futile attempt at sliding out of the attempt at recreating their encounter that Logan was clearly bringing to the situation.

"Did I say you could talk?" Logan pinched at Scott's nipple causing Scott to cry out. He raised his hand up, his fingers clamping around Scott's perfectly sculpted features, squeezing at Scott's face in a rough, aggressive pull, "You'll do what I tell you Scott and right now you're going to let me touch you. Even if there's something inside of you telling you to walk away, you won't. You'll stay right here in the moment with me."

Scott bit down on his lower lip, fighting to mute his need for self-loathing when Logan's hand snaked around his body again. This time Logan's finger pushed in over Scott's perfectly curved bottom, circling and pressing into Scott in a greedy, possessive, rewarding movement. Scott whimpered arching his head back in longing.

"Back then I probably wouldn't have been so bold. I wouldn't have wanted to frighten you off after I realized how much you needed this," Logan bit down on Scott's sinewy shoulder, sliding Scott back underneath the spray of the shower to remove the traces of soap lather upon his skin. Scott's blue eyes closed, his lips parting in a small pant, his chest rising and falling in the moment with sensations spiraling out over his body. Logan smirked, feeling the pulsating water guide his actions on when he eased deeper into Scott, "I would've taken the time to lavish you with kisses, to explore every beautiful inch of you before finally taking another taste…"

Scott shuddered when Logan's touch curved upward, stretching him further. Logan's knee pushed between Scott's thighs, teeth biting at the top of Scott's shoulder, fingers sliding down his arm before Logan twisted Scott in the shower, pulling him out of the direct stream of the water. When Scott refused to protest, Logan smiled outwardly claiming victory when he dropped down to his knees before Scott. With his finger gently thrusting inside of Scott, hitting Scott's hot spot again, Logan was rewarded with the whimper that rose over Scott's body.

"Don't be shy Scott. I want to hear how much you want this-how much you've waited for me," Logan leaned forward, tongue sliding out beyond his commanding lips to tease over the tip of Scott's now partially aroused body. With the first contact with Logan's tongue Scott sprang to life, growing exponentially harder when Logan's lips surrounded him.

"Logan…oh God," Scott cried out, hips bumping forward when Logan's mouth created a rhythm over Scott, licking and suctioning over his body, offering up a taste of temptation while he continued to heighten Scott's awareness of the situation. Scott whimpered, eyes closed tighter than before while his hands sought out Logan, wanting to touch and guide his movements. "Please…don't…stop…"

"Stop?" Logan questioned releasing Scott. Scott's body recoiled, trembling with want and need, broken by Logan's retreat.

"No," Scott shook his head furiously, blue eyes reopening now overtaken with lust, "Logan, please don't…don't stop."

"Tell me what you want Scott-what you need," Logan ran the underside of his palm over Scott's thigh, savoring the soft rumble of need the spilled over Scott's lips in a moan.

"You," Scott breathed heavily, his flushed features growing a deeper shade of crimson, drowning in want.

"Me?" Logan mused with delight, "You need me?"

"Yes," Scott spat out in a low, raspy tone, his hips sliding towards Logan, hoping to continue with what they'd started. "Logan, I belong to you. Only you."

"Yes," Logan mouthed approvingly, eagerly returning his focus to exploring Scott's length again with his mouth, "yes you do."

After a few minutes of slow, steady stimulation, Scott twisted before Logan, tiny shudders of delight carrying over him when Logan inserted another finger, feeling Scott's hips roll forward in a trembling press. Logan moaned slightly knowing that Scott was all about the sights and sounds with Logan on his knees tasting and teasing Scott. Pumping his fingers into Scott's body, Logan awakened Scott's senses, putting him on overload with Logan's undivided attention, working him to a frenzy until finally, the first wave of impulse carried over Scott, causing him to shudder against Logan.

Scott reached out, fingers threading through Logan's hair, body shaking, tensing up from the dual stimulation, causing Scott to explode within the warmth of Logan's mouth, carrying with him one of the most erotic, painfully tortured sounds of release that had spilled from his lips. His fingers frantically gripped tightly into Logan's hair, whining in exquisite torture as Logan took down every last second of Scott's release, tasting the hot fire of Scott inside of him. Scott was still whimpering, panting heavily when Logan released him.

In an instant, Logan sprung up off of the floor, body consumed with sensory overload with the taste of Scott still over him, the feel of Scott's body imprinted in his mind. Scott might've been doubting himself, but there was no denying how right they were for one another-how strong Scott's everything reacted to Logan. Still in seeing Scott's beautiful features caught up in the aftermath of lust, Logan knew it wasn't enough. Not when there were still so many things left to explore between them. Pulling Scott with him underneath the water again, Logan allowed the hot liquid to pour over their bodies singeing Logan with the raw, pulsating heat. He felt Scott's arms surround him, fingers twisting into his tangled, dark hair when Logan pressed forward hoisting Scott up in his arms and bracing him up against the wall. In an instant Scott's strong thighs surrounded his waist, body arched upward in invitation when Logan replaced his fingers with his heavy, eager arousal. Still sensitive and tender from his release, Scott whimpered, head falling back into the shower wall with Logan inside of him, taking Scott again and again with an insatiable force, violent and eager, desperate and needy, possessive and drawn to the man who'd claimed him from the beginning. With each forward push, Logan marked him, claiming his territory again and again, hoping the ghosts of the past would hear Scott's impassioned cries, would know that Scott now belonged to Logan. No journal or past mistake could change that.

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