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deiaiko · 8 months

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#19.3 Unravel

It had been some time since Agni felt this nervous. Not even talking with Jinsung Ha recently had made him feel like this. He fiddled with the mask on his hand as he waited for Grace to come back. He had thought hard on how to deliver the news, but he knew that no matter how he phrased it, Grace would be upset. Velt nuzzled under his palm and Agni gave her a few pats, before deciding that she would be better inside her bowl in his lighthouse, just in case the shinsu acted up around Grace after he received the news.

Grace came back wearing the comfiest shirt and shorts Agni knew Grace liked to wear on lazy days. He joined him on the floor, and they ate dinner together. Agni always finished last, so while waiting for him to finish his meal, Grace told him about his day with Bam. Grace was intrigued by how much his way of thinking had changed, and how glad he was to be able to be by Bam's side when he was having a bad day. It reminded Agni of the hidden floor, when Grace faced his sworn enemy.

They left the used bowls on the coffee table and went to brush their teeth. Afterwards, they turned off the light and went upstairs to sit on their bed. Grace's curious gaze never left him, and Agni curled his feet nervously.

Grace was the one who broke the silence. "So…what is it?"

Agni's breath hitched. This was the part he dreaded most. "I talked with the crocodile earlier. Did you know that he could manipulate stone already?"

"Huh." Grace needed a few seconds to let the information sink in. "Didn't Rak learn it on the Hell train? How does he know it?"

"Turns out our crocodile also traveled back to the past like us. He found the young crocodile and taught him."

"What?!" Grace gasped, wide eyed. "That means our Rak is–!!"

"He's dead." Agni quickly snuffed out that hope. They had been in delusion for long enough; it was time that they faced the bitter truth. "He suffered a fatal injury from the explosion. He couldn't have lasted long without proper help." Agni omitted the actual cause for Rak's death, but still kept his words true. "I'm sorry."

"…Oh." Grace looked lost, just like Agni was. His lips parted a little, but they closed before any sound escaped.

Agni gently squeezed Grace's hand, encouraging and comforting as he let the silence stretch on, giving Grace some time to process the information.

"Agni…" Grace whispered, "do you think Hatz and Isu…?"

Agni bit his lip and avoided his gaze, as the nightmare of that day replayed in his mind. He witnessed Hatz get his arms ripped off when trying to protect him. He could still recall the clang of a sword hitting the floor, and Hatz's suppressed scream that gnawed deep at his guilt. He witnessed Isu get beheaded after being taken hostage, the memory of warm blood painting them both still vivid like it happened yesterday.

Agni refused to acknowledge their possible deaths, because it felt like a nightmare that one day he could hopefully wake up from. He avoided the topic when Grace brought it up, so he wouldn't have to say it aloud and make it real. He had been so hard on himself, because he couldn't get rid of the feeling that he had failed Grace and everyone else involved.

Agni knew this had to change if he wanted to live better, now that they had gotten a second chance. So he swallowed down the lump in his throat that had built up over the years and asked mostly to himself; "What are the odds of their survival?"

"There's always a chance–"

"Grace." Agni looked him straight in the eye. "They were already severely injured before the explosion hit."

Grace fell silent and went still.

Agni felt a pang of guilt upon witnessing Grace's reaction. "Sorry. I didn't mean to snap." Agni fiddled with his hands. He realized that he didn't know how much Grace knew of what happened. "My scar…do you know how I got it?"

"I…was told it was from the family heads' battle." Grace looked thoughtful. Agni knew he was trying to be careful with his words. "A stray attack?"

"It could have been worse." The memory of the scorching heat on his skin felt like it had only happened yesterday. He passed out right when he was about to heal Isu, and only found out later that he also lost sweetfish at that time. The days he spent recovering from the burn, to withstand the excruciating pain every second he was conscious, and finally coming to terms that it'd be a permanent scar, was one of the turning points that had changed him forever. Were Grace not there to care for him, he might have ended up destroying himself even more.

Agni hadn't realized he had his left hand clawing on his cheek until Grace pried his hand off and frowned, "You're doing it again."

"Maybe I should wear the mask…" Agni muttered to himself. After all, Grace gave it to him less so he could hide the scar but more to prevent him from unconsciously hurting himself. The only time he could safely take it off was when Grace was around.

Agni bit his lip nervously when Grace didn't reply. He no longer had the courage to look Grace in the eye that spoke so much concern, so he leaned close and rested his head on Grace's chest. "Rak, Isu, Hatz and Hwaryun were trying to get me out of that damned place. But we were caught while escaping, and…it was a bloodbath. I was…too occupied to react to the incoming heat. Rak shielded us from the explosion. And when I woke up…"

"They weren’t with you," Grace finished it for him after Agni trailed off a moment too long.

Agni nodded dazedly, "I've been telling myself that they're still alive, after a blow that could kill rankers. But…who am I kidding? I was lucky enough to survive with just this little–" Agni vaguely pointed to himself– "inconvenience."

Agni felt a hand gripping his arm, and he pulled away to see Grace looking at him with a pained expression. His eyes were glossy and his lips were pulled into a thin line. Trusting his instinct, Agni reached out to gently trace and cup Grace's cheek with his free hand.

"I'm sorry," Agni muttered. "I'm sorry, for not telling you sooner."

Agni silently witnessed tears that streamed down on his love's face. It was a bitter sight that Agni wished he'd never have to see again, that he had tried to avoid for so long by not telling him. He pulled Grace in and held him close to his chest, as if Agni was trying to gather his own crumbled heart back together.

Grace mumbled their late best friends' names as he held onto him tighter, shaking from each breath he took between sniffles.

Agni felt his own eyes sting with unshed tears. He remembered the years he spent climbing the tower together with his old team. Despite their banter being his source of headaches, Agni knew he too had come to acknowledge them as his cherished friends. Only when they were gone did Agni realize how much he'd miss having them around. Seeing the younger them didn't exactly close the gaping hole in his heart, but at least the emptiness was more filled.

Agni squeezed Grace tighter. "We have their younger selves with us now. We will protect them better this time."

Grace only nodded and sank further into his embrace. And Agni planted kisses on his hair, relishing the thought that after everything he had gone through, Grace was still a constant in his life. As long as he had him, everything would be okay.

When Grace started shaking again, Agni caressed his hair and hummed a comfort song they had known by heart. Still, it didn't make falling asleep any easier for Agni, especially not after admitting that his nightmare was very much real. However, as he had been through grief…this, too, would pass.

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#Whee we get to know some of their past. Specifically their turning point #I hope it flows nicely because i have rewritten this like 3 times now 😭😭😭 dialogues are just not my specialty #like how to make them reveal such information without making them come out of the blue #writing style aside. let's talk about why Agni behaves this way #I will save the details on the what and how for the prologue. but basically Agni had been through hell that he couldn't escape alone #Rak Hatz and Isu saved him (or attempted to). and Agni owed them for saving his life. thus the strong attachment that Khun doesn't have #also let me mention that Agni had trouble differentiating between hallucination and reality after the incident. So he was kind of in denial #maybe Agni had come to a conclusion that they might be dead months after that. but he was too afraid to admit it to Grace #because he thought it was partly his fault for being incompetent. and Grace would hate him for letting their friends die #not wanting to risk being left by Grace. he just put himself (and inevitably Grace too) in the illusion of truth #that there's still a chance their friends are still alive because they have no proof of their deaths #so when Agni was offered to go back to the past. he agreed to it. Already expecting that Rak Hatz Isu aren't the same ones that he looks fo #but it was as good as he could get to redeem himself. Plus they get to meet everyone else who they couldn't save #Anyway. I'm taking hiatus until April. In return I will answer if you have any questions whether it is written in the tags or sent via ask #see ya folks <3 we'll get more brothers and team bonding when I return #tower of god #tog #two sides of the same coin fic #my fic #my art #bam #25th bam #jue viole grace #khun #khun aguero agnis #khunbam #shibisu #ship leesoo #rak wraithraiser #hatz

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Whumptober 2023 No. 29 - Troubled Past Resurfacing

Scogan Bingo challenge Dirty Talk

It was dumb luck that they found the guy before one of the kids could, the pupils otherwise undoubtedly having yet another trauma in the process, added to the list of bullshit almost every mutant had to face from an early age on anyway.

Any other day, Logan would have been out in the woods for his daily meditation session at this time shortly before sunrise, something that had become more crucial than ever lately, to be sure he had a firm, steady hold on his instincts. Scott's and his almost fatal last meeting with Sabretooth a couple of weeks ago had been a very clear warning.

And Scott was the furthest from a morning person anyone could be, only halfway functional before his third cup of coffee on principle and normally doing his first workout of the day in the gym before teaching hours. What had possessed the guy to be awake even before Logan for once and challenge him for half an hour of a jog around the mansion, Logan wasn’t orientated enough yet himself to guess.

Then again, the last night had been especially shitty. Maybe his partner just didn’t want Logan to be on his own right now, with what was burdening not only his dreams so badly right now, after Creed had had Scott in captivity for a second time. And this time almost getting Logan to involuntarily assault his own partner with the help of a couple of damn pheromones and attractants. Much as they both tried to leave this barely-escaped catastrophe behind, to not give this bastard the satisfaction of having a significant role in their life, in their relationship … This was an episode Logan couldn’t just leave behind, not with the lingering uncertainty why Creed was after him so stubbornly lately. Not with the dreadful question if maybe the guy wasn’t just talking bullshit when he insisted, Logan had been his partner in the past, indulging in just as disgusting crimes as this asshole.

It was Scott who kept such intrusive thoughts at bay arduously every chance he got, and Logan appreciated the sentiment but if there was one thing he definitely wasn’t at ass o'clock either, it was talkative. So they ran side by side in silence, their hands occasionally brushing, Scott regarding Logan with small smiles. When they stopped in the shadow of the high garden wall or a tree for a break, they made use of almost everyone at the Mutant High being still asleep and traded a brief kiss, not as careful as usual about having to keep their relationship secret for now, since, if Creed would learn about it, Scott would only be in even more danger.

That today, it was neither that bastard nor some curious kids they had to worry about, they only realized when the quiet buzz of one of the mansion's intruder traps suddenly sounded in the distance, a quiet pained scream following that definitely did not belong to either Creed or to any other enemy Logan could remember encountering since he'd joined the fucked-up, lovable group of idealists in this house after Alkali Lake back then. Still, there was something about that high-pitched, smooth voice that startled him …

"Energy net." Not realizing how Logan froze for a moment, Scott already ran off, instinctively switching his glasses for his VISOR from his tracksuit jacket pocket, a colorful curse on his lips.

This shouldn’t be happening. No one should even be able to make it over that damn wall. Dozens of security cameras, automatic stun guns in the bright marble, and emergency alerts were supposed to make sure, something like before Alkali Lake could never hit them from behind ever again. Just another sign that whoever was trying to get in here was apparently alarmingly capable. Since Charles was out and about in Washington as so often since that one dreadful day at Stryker's facility, to try and calm the loaded mood between mutants and humanity, and they'd lost their other telepath in that very same fateful battle, no warning could have come from that side either. A neglect they hopefully would not come to regret before this damn Monday had even really started.

Only an agitated, confused voice in the back of Logan's head whispered to him that this was not what was happening here right now at all.

He caught up with Scott in spite of his dawdling before Scott could get to the struggling figure on the ground near the gate, the latter caught in the agonizing shocks of a tight metal web that had automatically wrapped around the stranger's whole body the second he'd entered the premises unauthorized. Logan exchanged a puzzled look with his partner when they could make out more of the intruder, suited up in a skin-tight latex suit colored red and black, including a mask encasing his whole head.

In a city like New York that was crowded with heroes, villains, and enhanced of any kind, that alone wouldn’t have been that spectacular. It was how the stranger was waiting for them that made no sense, laying on his side in an almost relaxed, almost lewd position, with his head braced on one elbow, winking at them with a delighted little shout between his grunts of pain. "Hello there! Oops, wrong franchise."

"The hell …?" Scott suspiciously stepped closer, his fingertips on the wheel of his VISOR in warning which seemed wholly unnecessary though since the stranger didn’t make a single move to free himself or possibly reach for these ridiculous katanas he was wearing on his belt.

Logan should have followed, in his function as Scott's second-in-command and full-time shield alone but he found his body hard-pressed to move once more, a gasp he could hardly hear himself coming from his lips when it felt like something in his mind was coming loose. It was like a rusty lever sluggishly torn from a viscous jet-black mass of tar, too slowly to make any sense yet still of a flood of incoherent, blurry images his head, of people in uniforms Logan hadn’t ever seen in any of his dreams before, of a scar-littered laughing face in a bar next to him, toasting to some victory with him, blood on his hands as so often in his scattered rare memories of the time before his amnesia, people screaming all around him, and then, just for a split second, a face of a far younger and very kind and supportive looking Stryker … Holy fuck. "Scott, wait."

"Something ring a bell, Wolvie?" The stranger almost squeaked at him, trying to sit up in his predicament in visible infantile excitement, but fell back on the ground with a wince at another unpleasant shock. "Heard about that thing with your memories. Shame, really. But surely you remember your good ol' buddy Wade, right? After all that we did together, you'd break my heart." The man dramatically grabbed his chest and looked down on his body with a wince. "Oops, cardiac arrest imminent. Those are a bitch. Anyone care to let me out of this thing?"

After looking back between the stranger and Logan questioningly, quickly understanding by the dumbfounded look on Logan's face that he had no clue what the guy was talking about, Scott adjusted his VISOR to one of the smallest possible blasts and shot the controls for the web close to the stranger's body to pieces whereupon the electricity flow immediately stopped. "Don't try anything funny. Old friends coming to visit usually use the door."

"Where's the fun in that? Oh wait, you're the X-Men's famous fearless leader, right? Read about you too in those fancy files I snatched from the Oval Office a couple of days ago." Already busy freeing himself of the remains of the trap, that Wade guy tilted his head at Scott innocently, still showing not a sign of hostility. "Guy with a stick the size of Hulk's dick up his ass. Forget I said the bad word. No fun around here, got it. Don’t worry, I'm not staying. Just came by to say hello after I heard what you guys did up at Alkali Lake. About time someone offed that bastard Stryker. I just didn’t expect to see the name of my old war buddy James here in the White House database when I looked up who was on that mission."

"James …? I'm afraid you came to the wrong place, whoever you are." Scott backed away a little towards Logan when the stranger finally got up, still trembling from those shocks, stretching exaggeratedly. Only the way he sought Logan's gaze said, Scott knew better already. His jaw was tightening in worry when he saw how pale Logan had turned by now, how his fists were clenched, his breathing going fast and too choppy while he tried his best to keep that ongoing tsunami of chaotic, mostly violent images in his mind in check.

"Name's Deadpool. Your loverboy is one of the few people still knowing me as Wade Wilson, and from before that happened." The man reached up with his still twitching hand to his neck and pulled off that ridiculous mask slowly, revealing exactly that face scarred all over that Logan had just seen in alarmingly many new fragments of memory in his head. For all his juvenile antics and cheerful charisma, the guy suddenly looked honestly sincere and a good deal compassionate as he looked Logan straight in the eye. "Only back at that time, your name was James Howlett. Feral, healing factor off the charts, drunk grump but a heart of gold. Clearly in the wrong business and yet an excellent weapon in the field. Born 1875 in Alberta, Kanda."

And just like that, for a second time since he'd had to watch Jean kill herself to save her team at Alkali Lake, Logan's world crumbled to pieces around him.

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Once that squirrel on LSD that was Logan's old-new friend had left, to spend the night in his own apartment in New York to Scott's relief, he was stuck in negotiations with Charles for the rest of the day while Logan, not entirely unexpectedly, vanished for a few hours of silence and workout into the woods behind the mansion.

Charles understandably wasn’t thrilled about the plan. But once he realized there was no way he could dissuade Scott, he was reluctantly ready to work out the details. Of course, it wouldn’t be fun for the rest of the staff, being two people short yet again for what would probably be months. But Charles knew as much as Scott that there was no way Logan wouldn’t be following all those new leads that his clearly clinically insane acquaintance had so willingly provided him with today.

And Scott refused to leave his partner alone in any quest that could involve encounters with Weapon X on principle. Plus, chances were, once Logan would hopefully have retrieved as much information as possible on that upcoming road trip through Canada, he'd be far less restless, living in this mansion, and the X-Men wouldn’t have to fear him, and thereby Scott, heedless running off after unexpected news like today.

Last but not least Hank had become a very valuable redeemed member of the team recently, spontaneously moving back in after Scott's and Logan's visit a couple of weeks ago. Ororo assured Charles believably that together with their returned team doctor, she'd handle things in the school. Not to mention, the teenagers like Marie, Piotr, Jubilee, Kade, and Bobby were mature and enthusiastic enough about becoming future X-Men at this point to help out with all things necessary.

And for cases of emergency, thanks to the hyperdrive all of the team vehicles were equipped with, Scott and Logan could always come back for an important mission in a couple of hours at most. It wouldn’t be easy but things would work out. That weight taken off his shoulders, Scott left his mentor's office in a hurry, checking his phone in routine, surprised that Logan had sent him a note, letting him know where he was. His partner usually preferred to handle things on his own after a mind-shattering encounter like this morning. A deep, warm sense of affection and a bit of pride instantly spread in Scott's heart, at how close the two of them had really come in the last few months. That Logan trusted him so soon with standing by him in this situation, he definitely didn’t take for granted. He took only a minute for a shower in their apartment and changing into a pair of tight leather pants that he knew his lover to love seeing on him before heading for the Danger Room. Overriding the door lock code with his own as Logan had long preconfigured it to be possible, which was another sign of growing trust, Scott locked it right behind him again and turned off his com, determined to not anyone or anything disturb them right now.

Half and half having expected one of these bloody, brutal combat situations in some jungle with which Logan preferred to get agitation and excess energy out of his system, he was surprised to find himself in some run-down bar he'd never seen before, so probably one of the joints that Logan had regularly come to in his time on the streets before Alkali Lake. Electronic guests hadn’t been added to this program variant though, the small stage for presumably strippers or musicians was empty as well; not even a barkeeper was waiting behind the counter that Logan was sitting at with a hunched position that looked mostly tired, fortunately, not dejected. He'd even cared to freshen up himself after probably running through the outer premises, hunting for hours. A good evening then.

Scott suddenly very much felt like kissing his partner. Since there hadn’t been a need to fight such urges for months, he came to stand behind Logan's barstool without much ado, bending over to cover Logan's beautiful broad lips with his, a slightly awkward upside-down touch but no less tender. The faint bitter fragrance of simulated whiskey wasn’t half as strong on Logan's tongue as usual which was another relieving sign that the many shocks this morning didn’t demand a lot of numbing. "I feel like I'm being asked on a date right now."

"Sap," Logan grumbled but he did it with a smile and leaned closer to him for another kiss before Scott straightened up again. "We good to go?"

"Charles asked us to stay until the weekend so the teenagers have a chance to get at least the gist of things in the classroom. And I want to be sure we're perfectly equipped before we get in that car. But by Sunday morning at the latest, we're out of here."

"You know you don't need to go with me right?" With something almost like a bad conscience showing on his tight lips, Logan reached for his still half-full bottle and poured Scott a drink on his own. "You got a job here, and things could get ugly on the road."

"Always do. Welcome to my life. Besides, I also got a private life, though far too many people I've met weren’t of that opinion. It was mostly thanks to you I learned better." Scott took the spot next to his lover, close enough so he could rest his hand on Logan's arm almost casually, happy to feel that some of that ever-present tension of apprehension had slipped from those massive muscles. "And that's just one of the reasons why you're part of that private life. We'll be alright, and so will they. We'll drive or fly in when they need us and otherwise do what you've been forced to wait for already for far too long. This is what I want, Logan, so save your breath. You should know by now I'm a stubborn asshole about things I want."

"That's a lot of words for saying you just want me to fuck you stupid in another motel bedroom every night for half a year," Logan answered dryly.

"That too," Scott deadpanned before dedicating himself to his drink, letting the quiet beats of some Stones album in the background set the mood while glancing around the room, the ramshackle wooden columns, the flickering lightning, the hopelessly outdated jukebox in the corner.

It was exactly where you would expect someone to be who was even far older than any of them had thought so far. Scott was at least as excited as Logan to visit a few of such spots soon that would hopefully provoke more and especially more coherent parts of Logan's lost memory to return. Neither of them had any illusions that they'd find everything but thanks to all that Wade guy had said earlier, they had at least a couple of valuable new traces. And some of those things waiting in the darkness of Logan's subconsciousness maybe weren’t all that attractive to rediscover anyway, just as Logan had feared for so long.

"You think that batshit crazy baboon was saying the truth?"

Logan nodded tersely, that mostly thoughtful but still sad expression back on his face. "Instincts are worth shit since my amnesia, but a couple of things, I've retrained myself in since I moved in with you guys. Telling lies is pretty easy for someone with my senses. Guy's brain is a monkey circus, but when he's got anything useful to say, it's apparently the truth. Plus, his story lines up with the few words Stryker and I exchanged at Alkali Lake." There was promptly a harsh twitch under Logan's wild beard that for once had nothing to do with him and Scott both losing the woman had both cared for not too long ago.

Suppressing the pain resurfacing in his own heart still every single time the subject of his deceased girlfriend arduously, Scott traced his fingertips down Logan's lower arms, along the deadly, diamond-sharp weapons he knew to rest under that fuzzy, soft skin until their fingers were firmly linked. "You trusted him, that's not a flaw. He promised you to make you indestructible, capable of defeating even the worst enemies in your life, and he succeeded. Everything else that bastard had going on, you had no idea of knowing, good instincts or not. I mean, hell, even that Wade guy didn’t know and ran from that special unit, the moment he finally learned. And that guy obviously rolls for a new moral compass every morning before leaving the house."

"I should have known, though. I was the feral in that group," Logan snapped, helplessly, and not at Scott, his other hand clenching hard around his glass. "Jesus, Slim, just knowing I really teamed up with someone like Creed, of all people, and not only at Weapon X but for decades … I doubt even one of these people that Stryker sent to kill us was guilty of whatever we were told. And only God knows what we did before Wade knew us. You can't possibly tell me you still think that's alright."

"You know what I think is alright?" Scott firmly rested his hand on Logan's cheeks to get him to look at him, with unbroken determination in his straight posture, his brows raised slightly in challenge. "That you left both Weapon X and Creed the moment you did realize, this isn’t you. That before, even in this whole web of lies, you've been such a reliable and caring friend to your comrades, most of whom were also a piece of shit like Stryker, that this Wade dude came here the second he learned where you were to help you out. And that in spite of everything Creed has fucked up back then already, you did your best to slow him down in his madness and bloodlust."

"Instead of taking his head right off, yeah." No, the excitement of the upcoming scavenger hunt and a few hours of being on his own to think couldn’t entirely drown out the part of Wade's tale that had rattled Logan so deeply.

That, as so often, would be Scott's job, and he was pretty sure he'd succeed with that tonight better than usual. "I severely doubt you didn’t try. I've seen you gut people for less. My bet is that you just turned to try and keep a leash on that asshole when you realized you simply didn’t have the means to kill him. It's very possible no one has. When we run into him again, that will be ugly. But you know, I'm even kinda looking forward to that now. I'll be happy to throw all of his bullshit lies about you being exactly like him in his face."

"If we ever run into that bastard again, what you will gonna do is get your thin ass the fuck out of there," Logan growled warningly, the bone-deep panic from how close it had been last time they'd seen Creed, still darkening his beautiful narrow eyes. "I like your stupid mug far better next to me in a car while I'm listening to your shitty voice on some Elvis mush, or kneeling for me on some cheap mattress while I fuck you into oblivion, than torn open and eaten alive right before my eyes."

"I will have you know that the girls love my Elvis," Scott said pointedly, feigning offense to lighten the mood back up. Leaning in closer to his lover for a longer, more involved kiss now, he let him know he'd heard and understood the repeated warning though, and that he would be watching out.

"So, you want to hear me say I told you so for an hour or do I get a reward for being right about you and Creed?"

"A reward?" That expression of regret and self-doubt in Logan's eyes was quickly replaced by a hint of heat as they slowly roamed up and down Scott's body, Logan apparently only now noticing his outfit consciously. "Huh. What a lucky coincidence, I mostly came to this shitty spot here for adventures in the backroom back then."

"Adventures …?" With a frown, Scott turned his head to follow Logan's gaze to an inconspicuous dark door far behind the tables. A curious hiss came from his lips when Logan got up to place a sweet kiss on the side of his neck, followed by a sharp little nip that had Scott's blood starting to go south for good. "Oh, so that kind of room, huh? Is it sanitary?"

Leaving towards said door, Logan nodded him along uncompromisingly. "Move your ass, Slim."

*****

While it had been mostly good one, the day had been full of stress, so they mostly ignored most of the very creative dark leather furniture that the room behind that door offered, dropping on the extra large king-size together the second they'd gotten out of most of their clothes in a haste. There was deep need in Logan's kisses, in his hectic groping, in how hard he already was in Scott's hand, but not that lost feeling of looking for purchase and security from the last time they'd encountered Creed.

Therefore, Scott decided against putting up a fight even for the show when Logan came back from tugging his underwear down his hips with a small bottle of lube, kneeling between his legs, his lips soon on Scott's equally hard cock. Scott's rare experiences with the same sex in his youth, before Jean, with being on the receiving end, hadn’t been particularly good but Logan had been so surprisingly gentle, patient, and skilled with him in that regard that he'd quickly come to love everything they did in bed. Especially being buried under that broad, hot body helplessly, speared on a beautiful cock taking him to new heights every single time they did this. So he willingly spread his legs further, wrapping his lower legs around his lover's sturdy shape to open himself up, his skin already flushed all the way from his cheeks down to his chest, his breathing going fast and uneven.

Logan regarded him with an affectionate chuckle while dripping an unusually large amount of oil on his right hand, a sight that made Scott's heart skip a beat with the possible implications, after they'd played with certain limits in bed a couple of times lately already. The too-deep, too-rough sound of Logan's voice as he slowly started to massage the thick, smooth fluid into the rough skin of Scott's lewdly exposed opening went straight to his cock as so often. Logan regarded him with an affectionate chuckle while dripping an unusually large amount of oil on his right hand, a sight that made Scott's heart skip a beat with the possible implications, after they'd played with certain limits in bed a couple of times lately already. The too-deep, too-rough sound of Logan's voice as he slowly started to massage the thick, smooth fluid into the rough skin of Scott's lewdly exposed opening went straight to his cock as so often. "You know, every time I wonder if you might be doing all this just to cheer me up, you remind me what a shameless ass slut you truly are."

Scott had an offended protest at the just as unloved as strangely hot insult already on his lips but had to shut it as a moan came out instead, just from that wonderful sensation of a first finger slowly slipping into him. So much for even trying to deny. "Yet have to hear you complain, Claws," he panted with at least a hint of resistance seeing as his body already did give none, far too hungry for this much-needed touch after they'd hardly found a chance for some sexy downtime in the last two weeks.

"I wouldn't dream of it." Entirely ignoring Scott's throbbing erection for the moment, just like his own, Logan cautiously went deeper, adapting to the rhythm of the initial natural clench of muscles until it loosened up and his fingertip unerringly hit that one perfect spot inside, just to stay there, with light, teasing pressure, unmoving, even when Scott started to writhe in need on the mattress, trying to push down on him. "Robbing myself of that beautiful sight? I'm not as masochistic as you, Slim. You got no idea just how hot you are like this, greedy to be stretched and filled …"

His cheeks turning even redder with embarrassment and arousal, Scott closed his eyes behind his glasses, trying in vain to hold still again, expose himself not half as shamelessly as wanting exactly all that. Only to find his hands clenched helplessly around the pillow under his head instead, a first treacherous drop of white leaking from the tip of his neglected cock onto his concaving lower body as Logan pressed down harder on that patch of nerves inside. Fuck this. Maybe he was a damn hedonist in bed. There were worse vices to have. "More …"

"Gladly." It was not a night for teasing either, at least not outside of words, another digit promptly, slowly entering him, scissoring just slightly when Scott threw his head back with a groan, arching his back. Logan's thick length was twitching against his thigh still untouched as Scott could make out with his lust-addled sight when he opened his eyes again. The sight of his attractive, unnaturally strong lover cowering before him, entirely focused on the task at hand, bravely fighting his feral basic needs, once more betraying even the idea that in this regard especially, he was anything like that bastard he'd supposedly spend large parts of his life with … It was beautiful.

If he hadn’t been too busy moaning, Scott thought, he might have told Logan again, but as it was, he could only give himself to the assault on his prostate from two fingers now, the way his muscles were readily giving in to those slow thrusts while the heat, the unbridled want for even more of these wonderful sensations coiled in his lower body. "Another one, please …"

"So impatient …" This time, Logan didn’t react at once, knowing the limits of Scott's body already perfectly after a couple of months of them sleeping together and at least in this regard never willing to hurt him in any way. He just kept up that lazy rhythm for the moment while bending down to lick the traces of white from Scott's stomach with a low hum. Tilting and circling his fingers against the last of weak muscle resistance, he waited until there was not even a second of unpleasant sensations left, before a third of his thick, deft fingers made its way to join the others. "Look at your slutty little hole just sucking them in … Thinking about what we talked about last time, slut?" Logan asked with a turned-on growl, his wolfish grin growing wider when Scott turned his head away, biting his lip, only to throw it back heavily once more when Logan's now quicker-moving fingertips stabbed right into his prostate, not entirely unlike that rhythm of some Def Leppard tune sounding from the jukebox through the open door. "Guess that's a yes." Logan scooted down further on the bed to get his mouth back on Scott's aching cock, just light, long licks and the occasional nibble on the swollen flesh for the moment, but in combination with those perfectly aimed thrusts, enough to have Scott squirm on the bed even harder, the puddle of precum staining his stomach growing. "Got an answer for me this time? Because you know, this is not happening unless I hear it from your lips. You know my body autonomy fetish."

Scott glared down at Logan through his glasses but couldn’t keep up that look for long, not when Logan wrapped his lips around the head of his cock, sucking him in just a little, not nearly enough for real satisfaction yet … But with how want instantly widened his pupils, his own breathing going harder as his instincts, his greed for tasting and smelling as much of his lover in bed as possible, threatened to take over, that wouldn’t take long. And while it would have been fulfilling as ever, letting himself get carried away by that heavenly mouth and those skilled fingers, and fucked into incoherency by that great piece of cock in a few minutes … That might not be enough for either of them tonight. Not after a crucial new development had brought them even closer together. "Toys?" Scott's ability to form full sentences was remarkably limited right now.

Logan nodded over his shoulder at the antique black chest in the corner. "All we need, right here." The mischievous grin curling on his lips left no doubt that was one of the reasons why he'd generated this scenario in the first place. "So? I know your brain already checked out for the night but Imma need you to be clear about this, Slim."

"Then how about you stop that drum solo inside of me for a second?" Scott somehow got out, caught between a breathless chuckle and another groan, and immediately disappointed when Logan actually obeyed for once, the cruel emptiness clenching inside at the loss of sensation almost painful. At this stage, inhibitions about expressing himself far more naughtily and openly in bed than he'd been used to in the past, were an obstacle quickly overcome. He was pretty sure he'd die without any of their enemies being anywhere nearby if Logan didn’t fuck him with anything soon. And it was probably better to get up to something that would leave him too sore to sit right for a couple of days while they were not on the road yet. "You gonna show me these toys or what? If I'm supposed to take your whole hand, we'll gonna need more than oil."

That seemed to be enough of consent for Logan who was – not least due to his disgust for guys like Creed who couldn’t give less of a fuck whom their primitive urges were hurting – very careful about boundaries. Wiping his hand on a towel thoughtfully within reach, he got up from the bed in a hurry that belied all this put-on composure and patience. Quickly finding what he'd been looking for, he spread out some dark rubber devices next to Scott's body along with another huge bottle of lube that had Scott's breath hitch in his throat. "We're not doing anything more than you can take, Slim," Logan told him, reaching up to cup his face in his hand, shuddering when Scott used the chance to give one fingertip a seductive little nibble, reminding him of all those naughty things he could do with his mouth given half a chance. "Yeah, nice try. Afterward maybe. Gonna need it after wearing this for an hour or so." With a grimace, Logan reached for the first of the toys he'd brought, rolling his eyes good-naturedly when Scott snatched it right out of his hand to slip the broad, sturdy metal over Logan's steel hard length, behind his balls.

It had been Scott's idea in the first place, to use that support to cage in Logan's feral needs when they were up to something more lengthy, so he was always glad to do those honors. While Scott was more prone to indulging in the submissive side in bed, he couldn’t deny there was something extremely hot about Logan occasionally giving up control and command a little himself, no matter how grumpy his lover could get about it just on principle. "I'm gonna make up for it thoroughly," Scott promised, biting his lower lip as his sight fell on the other toys again, a shiver running from his neck down to his tailbone, to the spot where his still sensitive opening kept on clenching around nothing. "Do I get to choose?"

"With your utter lack of self-preservation skills and how horny you are? I don't think so, slut." Logan was quick to put the biggest of those phalluses far away before taking his place between Scott's legs again, lying before him this time with his mouth back on Scott's loins, easily distracting him from the new verbal provocation by removing every single drop of salty white on his skin, with the hand not holding Scott tight by his hip already back where it had been, giving his loosened muscles another good workout.

It took less than a minute before Scott was flushed and panting all over again, his eyes tightly squeezed shut. By the time a sizable first plug slipped past his rim, he was far too turned on for his body to tense already. Even when Logan made it a point, holding that toy still before it could slip all the way in so that Scott's oiled hole was stretched around its widest point, fluttering weakly, Scott just keened weakly in need, trying in vain to thrust his hips down against the iron hold on them. "Please …"

"About to, Slim." At last, Logan gave the toy another little nudge so it finally slipped all the way in, sitting heavily right against Scott's hole but not deep enough for any real satisfaction. Which made it only even more torture when Logan's skilled mouth was back on his cock, taking him all the way in easily, a shout of lust from Scott's lips ringing through the room. "God, you're hot." Logan brought his hand up from the base of the plug to his balls, massaging firmly, slowly, occasionally almost too hard, adding just a small spike of pain adrenaline to the mix as Scott loved it so much, and at the same time making it clear there was no coming for him in the immediate future either. "Stretched wide open and still needing even more … Coming almost all over yourself just from having your greedy ass filled … This is exactly how I want to see my little ass slut, insatiable and desperate for all I'm giving you …"

"Do it then," Scott breathed hoarsely, one hand reaching out to come to rest on Logan's shoulder, so tightly that on anyone without his lover's healing factor, he would have left bruises now. "Want to see how much it turns you on, having your whole hand inside …"

"Not quite there yet, Slim." Logan licked another long stripe over his straining cock, unfazed by Scott's rude curse, the tip of his tongue dipping into Scott's slit, thoroughly distracting him from the tug of the toy against the inside of his sensitive rim as Logan cautiously removed it.

And this time, Scott didn’t stay empty for long, something actually smaller, not bigger entering his stretched channel next which confused him for a moment, but only until Logan used some kind of pump connected to that toy and it started to grow inside him. "Fuck …"

"Tell me when it gets too much." Logan pressed an almost chaste kiss to the underside of his cock before tracing it with his tongue, leaving Scott to writhe on the mattress again, to try and hump that entirely new kind of toy inside that was quickly turning into pure excitement.

While Logan went back to drive him crazy, sucking him down just as quickly as firmly, swallowing around him, with his free hand being back on Scott's balls, the root of his cock, preventing any too fast ending to this game, Scott had to tell himself repeatedly to keep breathing. His mind entirely wiped clean of all worries and shock of this day, all he could see behind his closed eyes were bright flashes of lust, his whole body going tense like a spring again and again as that toy slowly started to stretch him out thoroughly, reaching deep inside, nudging his prostate, all of the sensitive nerve ending located in that area on fire. And still, it was not enough, not with something even more enticing on the horizon. "Want it, Logan, please …"

"You know, if you'll be like that on the road, we'll have lots of angry neighbors knocking on our door in those hotels." Logan looked up from his thorough administrations with his eyes blown wide and definitely flushed under that wild beard of his too, the way he was rutting his hips into the mattress belying his attempts to play it cool. "We better pocket a couple of notes for bribery because I have a lot of plans for you on that journey, Slim." The toy apparently having been inflated to its widest girth, Logan tightened his grip on the base to slowly rotate it, pull it back and forth. Just a little, but that was more than enough for Scott to gasp loudly, to clench down on that pillow again, the hefty weight inside of him, working his already overstretched muscles, taking him to the brink of orgasm, until his cock was twitching violently in Logan's relentless hold. His lover tsked at him a little and licked another trace of precum from his tip, smiling heatedly when Scott whimpered his name. "We are definitely buying something like that toy for this trip. Maybe a cage for that greedy slut cock of yours, too, so you'll keep it together while we're on the road. And I got a couple of plans for those, too … You'd look beautiful with rings in these …" He reached almost casually to give Scott's pebbled nipples a little tug before going back to fuck him stupid with that damn inflatable, effectively killing any protest on Scott's lips regarding some of these ideas. "Eh, doesn’t even matter what we can think of getting up to, honestly. You're a goddamn sin whenever you're like this, slut, no matter what we do. A begging mess leaving your seed all over the place, hole wide open, just asking to be taken apart piece by piece ... You're gonna get a lot of that soon. And Imma enjoy every second of it."

"Don't make me wait then. You know what I want right now," Scott somehow got out with what was still left of his voice. His thigh muscles were aching from the sheer amount of holding up his hips he was doing, and he knew, tomorrow he would be sore in more than one place. Happily, too. "No need for that," he promised when Logan threw a doubtful glance at the last toy prepared, resembling a quite realistic-looking hand on a long arm. While Scott was sure, that thing would have been fun as well? Right now, he was longing for the real deal. "I'll be alright, really. Just … slowly."

"Plan to." Logan placed a soothing kiss on his twitching loins, his breath ghosting over Scott's oversensitive cock as he carefully pulled out that second toy as well, not deflating it all the way before, and since it was pretty clear that was a test for Logan's piece of mind, Scott was glad that there was not a single sound of discomfort on his lips. Next, Logan's mouth was on his too-full balls, sucking them deeply into his mouth, the perfect teasing of his tongue over the sensitive flesh derailing Scott's sensations away from the sound of more, much more oil dripping, and from the slow, almost shy caress of fingertips on his awfully empty feeling rim.

Only when another broken plea came from his lips, he was being breached again, a fourth finger joining the caress from before, just like on their last night together. And this time, with far more preparation, he could honestly enjoy that, pushing his hips down, keening, his back arched like a spring, and so rock hard that even Logan's restrictive pressure on his balls was almost not enough to stop his orgasm. Being so wound up, blind almost with lust, only the obscene wet noise of a slow glide sounding through the room along with the noises from his lips, it took Scott a moment to even notice when the pressure against his rim changed to a tight fist, newly oiled knuckles gently slipping inside, the back of his lover's strong hand, and finally the widest point at the thumb joint … For a moment, he thought this was it when his body tensed up in protest, his muscles clenching so hard he was sure it had to hurt his partner … Then Logan leaned up farther to suck Scott's cock back into his mouth, with firm pressure of his tongue against the underside, and Scott's vision went white. Just like that, the moment of almost too-thick intrusion was gone, replaced by the overwhelming feeling of something so wide and heavy filling him perfectly once more, and this time, it was not a lifeless toy. "Just like that … Feels so fucking good …"

"Knew you could take it, slut." Logan stared up at him impressed, lovingly, just very carefully tilting and turning his hand a little to make Scott shake and sweat even more. "Look at how pretty you are, riding my fist like it's nothing. Your cute little ass was made for me, I swear."

Scott didn’t know about that but he sure as fuck knew that it had never been that easy with anyone, indulging in new and exotic practices in bed, and he didn’t take that for granted even for a second. He'd only be able to actually express that again though when he was no longer chokng on held-back arousal. "Need to come, Logan, please …"

"Sh, I've got you." The next thrust of that huge, warm intruder was slightly deeper, stretching Scott out further, unfurling fingers quickly back on his prostate when he screamed out in nothing but lust.

With all his nerve endings on the surface, a few shallow thrusts was all it took, along with Logan's lips back around the head of his cock, before Scott was emptying himself in his lover's mouth, his mind entirely blanking for good. He wasn’t out long enough, luckily, to not gather his senses once Logan had carefully pulled away from him. He tugged his partner close uncompromisingly, reaching out for his cock between them with harsh, fast movements, the way he knew Logan to need it in such moments, until his lover spilled over Scott's spent cock and stomach with a grunt, his face buried against the side of Scott's neck. Not exactly fancy or elegant but Scott very much intended to make up for that with his mouth before the sun went up.

Right now, Logan didn’t exactly look like he was missing anything either way, staring down at Scott breathlessly, kissing him deeply to let him taste himself on Logan's tongue, both their bodies only slowly recovering from that little adventure. "Thank you," Logan finally murmured against his lips when he could speak again.

"And you haven’t even seen anything yet," Scott joked, his cheeks immediately flushing again. "Wait till we reach our first motel. That's when things will get truly dirty."

"Thank you for believing in me when I didn’t know if I even could do so myself, Slim," Logan said calmly. "For trusting me with everything from your team to your body. For not bailing on us when you lost the one you loved."

"I love you, too." Scott meant it.

"Right back at ya. And I'm not going anywhere." It sounded almost like a promise though usually neither of them was big on those.

The lump in Scott's throat was far too thick to answer suddenly, so he only pulled his partner down for another long kiss that maybe said all they needed to know already.

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