Clothes were strewn everywhere, scarves, gloves, t-shirts, skirts, trousers and underneath this pile of fashion was the coat Logan needed; he’d gone to get the low down on the small mission that Xavier had for him. Scoping out what seemed to be an information railroad which sometimes dealt in people as well as documents, people with unusual gifts. He was the perfect choice and he’d come to tell Marie that he’d be gone for around a week when he’d come back to the bombsite that had been their room. “What the hell?” Two heads appeared from the bathroom, Jubilee and Marie their faces innocent but the glint in Jubilee’s eye worried him, “Just what is going on in here? I leave for a few minutes and when I get back the wardrobe has exploded.”
They both came out of the bathroom and he caught their scents mixed with the chemical smell of the cleaner they used, both girls had gloves on and there was something going on in there. Something he wasn’t sure he wanted to see, Marie came over and hugged him tightly to her. Her green eyes finding his a smile creeping across his face as she hugged him, “Care to tell me what your upto in there?” He motioned toward the bathroom and Marie blushed slightly, Jubilee spoke up instead.
“Baby planning dude, got to know how to handle the little critter when it arrives,” the gloves, the smell of cleaner everything made sense. They’d been practising washing the baby Marie just looked through him and smiled.
“So where are you off to now then? Going to get more supplies for our little nest then?” The cabin had come along in leaps and bounds since Hank had been helping Logan construct the roof, making it watertight.
The first fit had gone in with the plumbing, having dug a large water reservoir and a water treatment area for the waste water he was still needing a few things to come on order from Xavier. The security system for one, he wanted bespoke and he’d even managed to convince Scott to have a look at the design for him. He knew how anal Scott could be and if he could find a weakness in it, he’d find it, so until he knew it was foolproof he’d leave it.
Looking at the mess in the room he looked down at Marie, “Hopefully when I get back this room won’t be such a mess.” She totally ignored the mess comment and went straight for the ‘get back’ portion.
“Where are you going?” Finding her eyes a little curious he looked at Jubilee who was stripping her gloves and already making her way to the door.
“See ya later Chica and let me know what you want letting out for the baby okay?” Marie just nodded as Jubilee left, understanding now covering Logan’s face, she’d been sorting her clothes out. Feeling her squeeze him tightly he looked down at her, a smile plastered across his face as he thought about the size she was going to be soon. She just had the start of a bump now, not much but he knew when he got back it’d be noticeable to him.
“SO, Where are you going?”
“New Jersey, not far. A days ride for me although it could take some time for me to get the information Xavier needs so I’ll be gone for about a week.” He could smell her trepidation about him leaving her and her sudden cling to him made his heart hitch in his chest. “Hey it won’t be long, should be easy for me you know Xavier wouldn’t send me if it was something I couldn’t handle.”
“Ah know, it’s just that ah need ya here, especially when ah’m feeling a bit like a whale.” Logan loved it when her southern lilt made its appearance, even though it was only when she was stressed out or tired. Releasing her for a second he locked their door and walked her over to the bed covered in clothes, sweeping the lot on the floor he picked her up and put her in the centre of it. Smiling now he could scent her excitement as her breathing speeded up, catching her gaze he looked at her green eyes sparkling at him. Low voiced he rumbled out to her, “Who said you were a whale?”
Crawling up her body on the bed, seeing her pupils widen as he covered her, managing to answer him as he paused over her abdomen, kissing it gently, showing his love for the life inside her.
“No-one, it’s just how I feel, some of my clothes won’t fit me anymore. I feel fat.” His hazel speared her through and she felt the power of his gaze run through her heart, making it speed.
“I don’t care,” the words were heavy, powerful and all Logan. Licking her lips as she felt the low rumble cover her skin, almost too low to hear but enough to make her skin vibrate with it. She knew he loved her, wanted her no matter how big she got, in fact she loved the way he held her stomach, as if he could feel and see the little life growing in there. He was hovering over her now, completely covering her body with his own, resting over her not on her. Her voice a little shaky as it always was when she saw his desire for her so close in his eyes, “You're going to be a away for a week huh?”
He answered her with a long low growl as he brought his face closer to hers, not answering her with his lips but his body and gaze answered for him. “Better remind you why you have to come back then, what do you think?” Hearing the want in her voice he bent to her and reminded her of how much he loved her, no matter how many clothes she had to get rid of. All that mattered was her and the baby, he’d be back soon but he wanted her to have something to think about till he got back. Hearing her laugh as he growled into her skin he thanked Xavier for putting locks on all the doors.
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The whole thing was a bust! Three days of waiting in the rain to catch a drop that had almost happened twice only to have the carrier spook for some reason. He’d managed to get the area covered and scouted early, a few old businesses, warehouses and a downhill district, New Jersey was everything he’d been led to believe. He’d blended in without a problem, dropping off Scott’s bike he’d bought a burnt out old rat bike and made the last few miles on that, now he was sat across it outside a bar. His body one of several just waiting for the drizzle to stop, bikers like their privacy and his own brand of ‘stay away’ had been tested more than once. A couple of broken jaws and ribs had soon made the impression he wanted, a drifter passing through not worth the effort of finding out about but not an easy target either.
Flicking his eyes over to the carrier he noticed the small man was nervous fiddling with something in his coat, the road was still busy and the carrier was sometimes obscured by traffic. A deep blue sedan came round the block and his attention spiked, eyes finding the number plate and seeing the little blue badge that told him this car was from Washington. Smiling he pulled his jacket up and made the bike turn over, looks like something was actually going to happen this time. Waiting in the quiet, the bike purring underneath him he watched the blue sedan come back around and pick up the carrier, he’d follow him and get what Xavier needed. Pulling away after the car he didn’t see the barman pick up the phone watching him drive after the sedan, a cold smile on his face.
He’d lost them, how the hell had that happened, a feeling of dread filled him as he went deeper into the docklands. There were plenty of places they could lose him, sniffing the air he caught a deep hit of something else, something that burned as he breathed it in. Reflexly he pushed the dial on his new watch, something Scott had made him wear now thankful that he had. Things were going grey and he could feel his mind slipping away, images of home of Marie filled his head. Throwing up everything he had to lose, even a picture of Hank happy and calm on his back in the woods. The darkness complete he heard the bike fall and went with it.
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Marie had been out at the mall with Jubilee buying new clothes when the little watch she had beeped at her urgently, her joy quickly faded as she knew what it meant. Jubilee just grabbed her and they hit the ground running.
The mansion was quiet when they got back, as if the whole school had been emptied, flying out of the car they were met by Scott, his hands open and spread wide. Catching hold of Marie he saw her distress and quickly told her what she needed to know. “He’s alive Rogue, we found him at the dockyard, he’d been beaten but not much else. He did wake but Jean's had to put him under again.” Marie’s eyes widened and she waited for the worst, “He doesn’t seem to know us, it’s as if the last eighteen years haven’t existed for him. He nearly killed Jean when he woke up.” Shock settled through her, her face going slack as Jubilee held her up, “He’s feral Rogue.”
Tears slid down and they both could hear her small whispers of ‘No it can’t be, he was going to be okay he promised.’ Scott looked at Jubilee and she took Marie away to her room, he’d send Jean upto her later. The look on her face had been one he never wanted to see again, any doubts about the love they shared for each other were killed instantly when he’d seen her eyes. He just hoped Hank could find a solution it was too risky to put Jean back in there with him, he seemed to hate her for some reason.
They had him in the isolation unit, a small secure space three levels down only Hank could see him it was safer, even Charles couldn’t go near him the rage that burned from him had caused him physical pain. It was the best solution for everyone, including Logan.
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Pain, everything was too much, too many smells, too many sounds, too many humans around. Snarling he paced the small room he was in, a plastic prison with a glass front, the clothing he’d been given was in shreds, it hurt his skin and it smelled bad so he’d shredded it. The female in white had talked to him, she’d come closer until he’d caught her scent and the stink of the pain place had flooded into his nose. He'd taken a swipe at her with his claws and she’d just backed off, she wasn’t shocked by his claws and had called him a human name, ‘Logan’.
It made his head hurt and he’d growled at her, she’d come closer and he’d taken advantage leaping at her to gut her, to keep her quiet. He’d been stopped mid-air and he’d been afraid then, she could hurt him without touching him and he’d tired harder to get to her. Something had hit his back then he’d woken up in here, dressed in scratchy things. Pacing the soft floor he heard someone coming, someone big. Crouching down to the back of the small room he waited for the pain to start again. Eyes focussed on the glass front and the door beyond it knowing the metal door held something terrible behind it, something he feared but he wouldn’t show it to them he’d be quiet and bide his time.
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Hank sat with Charles and Jean, their faces said more than their words did and he knew things weren’t good when Jean asked if he could take care of Logan. He’d thrown a look at Charles and he’d just looked through him, he’d listened to Jean explain what had happened in the medical bay. That she’d had to drug him and move him down to the quarantine area down in level three, that he wasn’t stable. She’d taken blood samples while he’d been out and his body was reacting to something but his own normal chemistry was off the scale. Everything was being pumped out in huge doses and he’d smiled at her scientific reasoning as to why, going through several scenarios until he’d managed to get a word in, “It’s spring Jean.”
She looked at him as if he’d just told her, the hair on her head was red.
“Well yes but what has that got to do with…” her voice dropped away when she caught the look in Charles and Hank’s face. “So his hormone levels are natural for him at this time of year?” Hank nodded and shared a little information with her, something that wouldn’t do his reputation any harm at all.
“Yes he once told me he blew an entire winters earnings on two weeks at a bordello. There’d been no women around so he’d waited.” A smile lit up his features as he added, “He made it Saint Patrick’s Day before he broke and went to find some comfort. He says he doesn’t remember it at all, it was all instinct.”
Looking at the calendar on the desk he noted it was March the 7th, “Check his bloods, the ones he gave last month I think you’ll find the rate is incremental, maybe we just need to let his hormones drop. The last fugue state he had was when his hormone levels were through the roof, maybe that’s the key?” Jean pondered the thought and looked at Hank her brain working on the situation, Charles just watched the interaction between the two doctors.
“Well we could try to lower his hormone levels intravenously but his body could react adversely throwing more hormone out to combat the chemical in his system. That could end up putting him deeper into his animalistic state, no we may have to wait him out.” Hank looked over at Charles and sent him a guarded thought The cool grey eyes betrayed nothing to the room but turned to toward Hank, the answer already coming from him.
The cool grey eyes held no judgement or reprisal, just hope that he could bring back one of their family. Keeping his voice level he spoke out loud to everyone, but also sending a message to Charles privately.
“I think we should leave him to drop his levels but someone will have to check on him daily and I’m the best suited for the task. I’m stronger than he is and bigger physically if his mind is feral he’ll think twice before hurting me. I may have to prove my dominance once or twice but it’s something I’m willing to risk.” Jean took the look of concern in his face and put it down to Hank’s own training, not linking it to the emotion he felt for the man under their feet. Looking at Charles he sent his thought, Charles moved his head slightly and Hank knew he’d taken his comment on board and he felt a warm sensation spread through his mind from Charles.
Jean’s voice was almost critical when she answered Hank, “You do realise that he could kill you? Lose everything of himself and hurt you badly, you need to take precautions Hank, not lethal ones but definitely a panic button at least.” Hank looked through the concern on her face and saw the underlying current of her own failure to reach him, to help him.
“I understand that Jean and I won’t be dressed in whites, in fact I’ll be wearing nothing at all when I see Logan. Less for him to worry about, it’s not as if I have anything to hide from him is it and it’ll make my own presence easier for his mind to understand. He’ll probably see me as an animal like himself, the more he thinks along those lines the better reaction he’ll have toward me I believe.”
Jean looked at Hank and for once saw him as a man not a doctor, her features softened understanding exactly how vulnerable he was going to be with Logan, how much he was willing to risk for a patient.
“Hank he’s dangerous and unpredictable don’t get yourself killed.” Hank saw the warning in her eyes and the cold edge she had to her, she’d do as much as she could but Logan had scared her and she was no longer impartial.
“I’ll be careful. Charles, Jean.”
With that he left the two of them in the office, Hank’s heart heavy and tears forming at the sides of his amber eyes. Logan may not recognise him but he knew there was one thing he would recognise, physical domination. He just hoped he could take the aftermath if everything came out, thinking ahead he went to the medical bay and switched off the security camera in the quarantine area. He didn’t want anyone to know what he was going to do, especially Marie. He locked down the small lift that led to the lower level, only he would know the code and the override would be logged if anyone needed to rescue either him or Logan.
His mind played out the last time he’d seen Logan as he prepared himself outside the lift, shedding his coat, trousers and shirt. Folding them neatly before he walked down the hallway, Logan had been on Scott’s bike and he’d winked at him a smile warming his face just for him. He’d known he’d have gone to see him when he got back, go and find some relief in his embrace in his hazel eyes and warm skin. Now he had the task of reaching out to him, to try and make him remember through the haze of his mind. Letting out a huge breath before he entered the room saying a silent prayer to any gods that listened to the prayers of mutants, ‘Please let him recognise me.’ Opening the metal door Hank walked into Logan’s territory.
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Watching the door open with a hiss of pressure he caught the scent of something bestial and a low growl sounded out of him. There was something big coming in and he had to stand his ground, crouched in the corner near the bowl of water he’d kept his eyes on the large shape entering his territory. He’d marked the four corners of the room as his already and the large dark body coming in made his blood boil, especially when his nose caught the scent of it. It was male, bigger than him and the amber eyes didn’t look away when he found his. Sliding his claws out he waited for the large beast to come into his territory but it didn’t, it sat next to the glass wall looking at him, eyes glued to his. It seemed calm and the scent it gave off intrigued him, he knew it, it was familiar to him.
The image of being held close to the dark fur, feeling safe entered his head and a small whimper left his throat. He didn’t want the wall between them, he needed to smell him better, to know why he was familiar, why he gave him comfort. Sliding his claws away he made his way over to the glass, keeping his eyes locked on his until he reached up to breathe his scent in through the holes in the glass. Closing his eyes to use his sense better, the forest, damp earth and the scent of sex drifted through to him, whining he fell away from the holes and met the calm amber stare.
He knew him, he’d been a mate once and the desire for comfort in this sterile place filled him but he couldn’t here, it was a bad place; a pain place where humans were. But if it was a human place what was his old mate doing here? If it was a bad place how come he hadn’t been hurt? Curious he looked over the large body on the other side of the glass. As if reading his thoughts he moved to show him all of his body, turning until he was facing the glass head on, putting a large hand against the glass he waited for him to do the same. Seeing the ridged palm and fingertips a feeling washed over him, calmness but also desire and he felt a hunger growing in him. Knelt next to the glass he touched the large palm holding his own against it his other hand already on himself.
Hearing a deep rumble from his large mate as he did so, knowing from the scent that reached him through the holes that he wanted him to do this. Pressing himself against the glass so his body was as close as he could be, eyes locked on his mates he brought himself into pleasured relief, the scent filling the small room. Listening the deep rumble of approval from his mate behind the glass. Making him whimper with the need for touch, for his warm fur against him, to be held safe here in the bad place. He didn’t know when they would come for him but if his mate was with him he could keep them both safe if the female came back.
Hank flicked the small remote in his palm and the glass began to shift upward, Logan hadn’t reacted badly to him and he was taking a risk but it was one he needed to take. He needed to see if Logan would approach him and accept him, silently praying that he would he watched the startled look cross his eyes as the glass moved away.
They were watching, they had to know what he thought and he ran back to his corner, protecting his water source. A nervous growl echoing around the small room, as the glass slid neatly into the ceiling. Watching the large mate sit there patiently waiting for him, his rich scent filling the room, hinting at his own arousal at being near him. Sticking to his spot he waited to see what would happen now. He wouldn’t go near him, they’d come and take him away if he did, they’d done it before with his mates why would it be different now.
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Hank waited, time passed and he could feel his stomach complaining, that meant it was dinner time at least. Logan was still sat at the other end of the room, half hidden behind his toilet, he’d seen him drink from it once or twice, eyes never leaving his through out the whole time he was there. Shifting a little he decided that he’d had enough for today and made to get up, as he moved he saw Logan shift too. Slowly he stood up, seeing Logan mirror him, relaxed and calm he held out a hand to him and saw Logan’s own reach out to him somewhat nervously. Moving closer he managed to get within a couple of inches of his hand when he noticed the red light on the security camera flick on.
Anger spiked his scent and Logan fled back to his corner confused and afraid. Whoever had switched on that camera had just ruined the whole day of work, Logan was back in his corner, claws drawn and growling at him. Pressing the remote button the glass descended from the ceiling, he watched the pain etch itself over Logan’s face as he was cut off from his comfort. When he was leaving he took a quick look behind him, Logan was stood against the glass his nose pressed to the vents to catch the scents that were flowing into the room. Hank smiled and purred to him, making him open his hazel eyes and whine at him knowing he’d missed a chance to feel comfort and not expecting him to return. Sighing Logan went back to his corner and sat with his back to the door Hank could scent the tears and it made him angry. Forcing himself to be calm he went through the door and went back up to the lift, punched in the code and dressed himself again. Whoever was in Med Bay was going to have a themselves a new orifice.
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He got up there and could hear the argument going on behind the doors, it was Scott and Jean, pushing the door open he walked into the middle of the argument. “WHO PUT THE DAMN CAMERA ON?” His shout reverberated through the medical bay, it stopped them both in their tracks and his anger upped a notch, “If I don’t get an answer RIGHT NOW I’m not going to be responsible for my actions!” Scott looked at Jean and she swallowed nervously, the culprit found he launched a verbal attack at her.
“What piece of ‘DO NOT USE’ didn’t you understand Jean? I had the damn glass up and I was lucky Logan had his back to the damn light or I’d be dead right now!” She was pale but she began to form her reply when he stopped her with his own anger.
“Logan is NO longer your patient or your concern Jean, he tried to kill you because you remind him of the doctors that hurt him. He hates the scent of the Med Bay, you know that! I’m trying to gain his trust and you put the damn camera on him! For fucks sake Jean you know how dangerous he is right now, anything that changes suddenly makes him afraid. He’s an animal Jean, a scared upset frightened animal and all you want to do is make more logs on his condition. He’s not a FUCKING TEST SUBJECT!”
Hank smashed his hand through a keyboard, destroying it easily, his rage flowing out of him now at how callous she could be. Even Scott looked afraid of him and he could sense the fear coming from them both, calming himself down he looked at the damage he’d done with one blow. The cracks under the keyboard testament to his strength, “I can handle him Jean, I need you to stay out of it and to leave me to do this my way. It’s not the best way and its not the cleanest most clinical way but sometimes medicine isn’t about pills or powders Jean. It’s in skin and bone, do you understand?”
Hank sent her an image from his mind, Logan reaching out to him, his eyes showing nervous pain and unsure of what was happening. Seeing her catch the image he grunted with satisfaction when she spoke, “Oh Hank I’m sorry I didn’t….” He cut her off before she could finish.
“I was that close Jean, all it would have taken was a few more minutes but no I’m back to square one and Logan thinks I’m not coming back.”
Scott found his voice at last. “How do you know?”
Hank looked as if all the air had been taken out of him as he replied.
“Because I could smell it Scott, he thinks we’re going to kill him.”
The silence that went through them both was enough to sober them all. “Logan is there it’s just going to take some time to reach him, some of the things I may have to do can’t be recorded Jean. Because Logan will want to see them when he comes round and I for one don’t want him to know how far he was gone. If you care about him as much as you say you do you’ll understand why, now I’m going to get some food for him and I suggest you have a look at the screen before you switch off the camera. Because if I know Logan like I think I do, he’ll be trying to kill himself right now, it’d be better to die at his own hands than ours.”
He turned and was almost through the doors when he heard the intake of breath from them both, tears falling freely Hank went to find some food for Logan, something he could smell and share with him without fear. Knowing when he went back the room would be covered in blood, Logan’s blood. Hank could hear the soft sob from Scott as he entered the lift, ‘Jesus Jean turn it off please turn it off. I can’t take it.’ Sending a thought to Charles he hoped that he could calm Logan enough so he wouldn’t harm himself anymore. He felt the reply and smiled thinly as the lift rose.
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Flesh opened under his blades time after time, pain echoed and danced around his small body. He knew he’d lost his chance, his mate had been here to comfort him and he’d missed the chance to take the last offer. Blood covered everything around him, it pooled underneath his body where he’d sliced his thighs open, only to see the blood stop and the wounds to close. Crying in desperation he’d just started slashing at his body, hoping to do as much damage as possible before they came for him. Before they hurt him again, his mind lost to everything except escape, feeling his body beginning to shut down as he dealt a massive blow through his own chest. Feeling the blades scrape through his lung and shred it, blood bubbling up quickly in his mouth, smiling he fell into unconsciousness. A face with grey eyes soothing his fall into blissful sleep, calming the pain and hurt that burned through him.
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Marie was in the kitchen when Hank walked in, he could smell her tears and the scent of her almost made him retreat until he realised that Logan probably hadn’t eaten for a day or so. Calmly he walked into the kitchen and helped himself to the remnants of the schools dinner, Marie was alone, her eyes hadn’t left Hank since he walked in. He heard her sniff and wipe her eyes, the scrape of a chair and she was walking over to him. She surprised him, she slid her arms around his large waist and hugged him tight, he felt her tense body against him and he could sense her pain. He carried on raiding the fridge and she noticed, “Logan doesn’t like the beans, he always gives me his.” Hank just stopped and put the dish down in the fridge, turning around to face Marie.
Her eyes were glazed as his were with unshed tears and she saw how much Hank was trying to hold it together, knowing that he loved Logan as much as she did. Logan had always been honest with her about his relationship with Hank and she didn’t like the idea but it was a promise. A promise that Logan had made and he kept his promises no matter what, he’d died for her twice to keep his to her. It wasn’t as if he was going to run off with Hank, he’d told her that just it was something that happened occasionally when they both felt the other was a little too animal to be safe.
She’d seen Wolverine in the bedroom and sometimes he did frighten her, there was a level to Wolverine Logan never let her see. That was the level that Hank could touch safely Logan could release it with him and keep her safe. Her bare hand drifted upto Hank’s fur and wrapped around his cheek, her eyes meeting his directly and her words were adult as she spoke to her heart to him. “Bring him home Hank, do what you have to but bring him back to us, both of us.” Her hand drifted to her covered belly, grabbing Hanks large paw she pressed it to her body, “All of us Hank.”
Hank could see Marie giving him the free reign he needed to help Logan, to do what he had to to reach him. He’d underestimated her, she was willing to show him that he could do something that she couldn’t. She’d be in danger from him right now, no matter if her scent was mingled with his or not. His higher brain was on vacation and he knew what would happen if Logan hurt her, Logan would find a way to kill himself and take everyone else with him for not keeping her away from him. Her eyes were open and she knew in her heart how far Logan had retreated from them all, that Hank could be his only way back to them all. An idea sprang forward into his head and he voiced it, “Marie I’ll probably have to stay with him from tonight, I can’t keep leaving him, it upsets him too much.” She paled and knew what he meant, that he felt abandoned and alone in a strange place, with strange scents around him waiting for the pain to start again.
“I want you to bring us food twice a day starting tomorrow morning, I want you to add something from your own plate too. Something you’ve had in your mouth or half chewed,” Hank could see her confusion. “It’ll have your signature scent on it and your hormone levels, Logan can scent it and it may trigger his mind to recover faster. It could also send him into a frenzy but it’s worth a try Rogue, it’s a risk but one I’m willing to take.” Marie moved closer to Hank and wrapped herself around him, burying her face in his warm fur being careful to not touch the skin underneath.
“Hank?”
“Yes?”
“Do you love him?” The words were like knives and he knew if he didn’t answer her she’d come to her own conclusions and that those could be wrong. Releasing a large sigh he moved her out of his fur and looked at her honestly, his eyes telling her everything she needed to know. “Thanks Hank, I just needed to know you were doing this out of love for him, not to satisfy your curiosity.” He knew whom she meant, Jean.
“Rogue she…” He never got to finish the sentence.
“She cares Hank but she doesn’t love him, not like we do. He’s a curiosity to her even more so now she’s changed, as if she wants to understand why he is the way he is.” Her scent had deepened and she shivered slightly, “I’m not sure I trust her completely anymore Hank, I trust you to help Logan because like me you’d do everything to bring him back whole. She’d just want to pick him apart to see how he ticks.” Her analogy was almost chilling when it hit him, Jean had become more distant over the past month as if she was studying everyone. Trying to understand the most basic things, even her relationship with Scott had been strained lately and maybe it was something to bring to Charles’s attention.
“Hank, do you love him?” Lowering his gaze to Rogues he let his feelings bloom from inside himself and sighed.
“Yes Rogue, I do but there’s one thing he’s always made clear to me from the very beginning.”
“What?”
“That he belongs to you and only you, he only helps me because I haven’t found someone capable of helping me yet.” Hank dropped his gaze from her expressive eyes and the glow of possessiveness that filled them. “You’ve got nothing to worry about Rogue, he loves you with everything he is even when he’s with me.” The pain of that last statement went through him and a tear rolled down his face, having to admit that he was second place and always would be. The triumph in her face was something he wished he didn’t have to see but at this moment she needed to know how much Logan loved her. That what he was going to do with him was only about bringing him home, not about love, only sex and hormone driven desires.
Blinking away more tears he turned back to the fridge and looked at it, “You’d better help me pick out what to give him.” Releasing Hank she looked into the vast cavern of the fridge and began to make selections, her hands deftly stacking and doling out food. Watching her he reminded her about tomorrow, “Remember something from your own plate too from tomorrow morning Rogue, maybe a piece of toast?” She nodded as she finished the selection and handed him the large plate, “Could you do another for me? He needs to see me with the same food.” Realising she smiled and made another stack quickly and handed it to him. She was smiling now but her eyes were worried and his own reflected some it back to her. He knew what state Logan would be in when he got back, Rogue didn’t need to know it’d hurt her too much. Taking both plates he left her in the kitchen, hope shining out from her face his own mind struggling to comprehend what would happen if he failed.
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He was being lifted, his mind was in a warm fug and it didn’t matter at the moment, his mates scent was on him and he purred with the rich scent that filled him. Snapping his eyes open he saw the amber gaze pinning him to the small cot, he was washing his body clean of blood. The wall had gone and he rolled off the bed back into his corner, seeing his mate loom large in the room.
Putting down the damp cloth Hank moved away a little and sat down next to the food plates, picking up a piece of food he popped it into his mouth and chewed it slowly. Noticing Logan sniff the air for the first time since he’d come round, looking at the food and at Hank, watching as he ate slowly. Not moving but hearing the rumble coming from his stomach, Hank picked up a piece of meat and tore it in half. Pushing one half into his own mouth he held out the other half to Logan, chewing slowly he watched as he approached his eyes narrowed for deceit. Snatching the food away he sniffed it carefully before shoving it in, growling as his body responded to the taste. Hunger overcoming his shyness he approached slowly.
There were two plates and his mate ate from both of them, he wasn’t sick and he didn’t smell hurt from the food. His scent was calm but he detected another scent on him a female, something he recognised but it slipped out of his grasp when he moved toward the food. His stomach was empty and he needed to eat, his mate was back and there had been no other humans around to hurt him. Trusting his instincts he settled down close to the plates and began to pick out the choicest pieces for himself.
Logan moved closer and Hank could scent Logan’s body relaxing, when Logan began to eat Hank felt Logan relax further. Noticing Logan was picking out the high calorie foods first, stuffing them in as fast as possible, when he grabbed the last piece of meat Logan growled at him and his eyes locked on the valuable food. This was the first time Logan had challenged him and he had to prove rank, rumbling his own displeasure Hank bared his teeth as he pulled the meat toward his mouth. Logan was confused, he wanted the meat but he’d pulled rank on him, unsure of whether he should challenge for it he just watched as it neared his mouth. Hank braced himself for the attack he could feel was coming, hoping Logan kept his claws within himself. Watching his eyes for their dilation, which would be the trigger telling him of the start of Logan’s attack.
His mate had the last piece, he’d eaten his share but he wanted the meat, a growl had sounded out warning his mate. He couldn’t remember if he was stronger than his mate, so he’d waited until the meat was nearly in his mouth before he’d made a grab for it. He wanted to take it from him and eat it quickly so he couldn’t get it back then if he had to fight he’d have more energy. Seeing his mates teeth had made him hard and his blood had began to burn as the meat had been brought closer to his mouth. He wanted his mate as much as the food now and his deep rumbling that had answered his own challenge deepened the need that raced through him. Tensing his legs he met the amber gaze just before he sprang forward into his mate, keeping his claws sheathed he wanted to brand his dominance on his mate, not kill him.
As Logan hit him in the chest Hank slid to the side, making sure he held his wrists aside so if he did pop his claws he’d be safe from him. He was trying to reach his mouth where the last of the meat was, but his hips were already bucking into his fur. One hunger satisfied his body wanted the other desire quelling, whining Logan looked at Hank as he pushed deeper into his fur. Still holding his arms apart Hank brought his head to Logan’s, lips met and Logan purred his fingers opening and closing as he tried to touch him. Forcing the last of the meat into Logan’s mouth he saw him smile as he swallowed the food, he’d shared it with Logan when he’d given Hank what he wanted.
Rubbing himself against Hank’s fur Logan began to scent his mates arousal his own deep scent spiking as he ground himself into the warm fur. Listening to the deep rumble that was coming from his mate he tried to get his wrists free of his grip forcing himself closer and closer to the large body that held him. Fear spiked his scent as he realised his mate was stronger than him, had more power than he had. Looking at his wrists he saw that he had them in a position where if he let his claws out he’d hurt himself more than him. Growling his displeasure he lost all thought and began to fight.
Hank sensed the change in him as it went through Logan’s body, the deep growl that suddenly turned from playful to anger as he worked out that he’d disabled his weapons and held him tight. Time to show Logan who was in charge, the human part of him began to retreat as he saw the flash of hazel darken to something else. Wolverine was surfacing and he knew he had to act quickly or he’d be dead, taking hold of Logan he just span him round until he was down face first on the floor. Using his weight to hold the thrashing man down to the floor, pinning his wrists back on themselves holding them with one hand, almost breaking the joints, Logan’s powerful legs were trying to find purchase on the tile underneath him.
Using his bulk Hank just bellowed loud and slammed him back down into the floor, Logan stilling as he scented his reaction to his actions. Breathing hard he picked up the arousal flooding from Logan, making the air thick with it, straddling Logan he felt him still underneath his bulk. A soft whine meeting his ears, deciding to trust to fate Hank let go of Logan’s wrists and shifted his grip to back of his neck. One rough palm on his thick neck, the other already shifting him upward into position, Logan knew what was happening and began to struggle a little until Hank bent himself forward over him, growling loud into his ear. Seeing Logan’s head turn to see the large canines exposed and so close to his throat, gripping him tight again when he’d lowered his gaze in deference, knowing he was the submissive now.
He was the lower and it solidified things for him, made things easier to understand. He had a mate, a strong one and he’d be given what Hank decided he could have, his mate was bigger than him, stronger than him and had given him food from his own mouth. So he was submissive, not wanting to anger his mate just wanting to release the pressure he found in his blood. Pushing his hips backward into Hank he felt his mates erection and whined at the feel of it, scenting the desire from his mate, knowing he wanted him, needed him. All he wanted to do was please him, make him trust him so he wouldn’t leave him alone in the bad place.
Hank was barely holding it together, having Logan underneath him writhing against him was almost too much for his senses. Feeling the last shreds of his mind flee as he pulled Logan back and upward into his body, forcing Logan to use his hands to support his chest as he plunged into him hard and deep. A deep rumbling cry echoing from him as he slid home inside Logan, feeling Logan relax under his grip, Logan shifting his legs apart so he could move easier inside him. Replacing the palm on his neck with his mouth, the canines pricking the skin as he moved into Logan, listening to the small cries falling from Logan’s open lips as he fucked him. Hank moved the hand on his hip round to Logan’s groin, finding him still only partly aroused he brought him to his full length. Logan’s hips moving in time with Hanks, the grip on Logan’s penis comfortable and strong, letting himself go Hank moved deeper and harder into Logan’s body.
The spike of pain making Logan tense slightly, gripping Hank tight, making him bite into the back of his neck, breaking the skin. Blood filled his senses and Hank felt the last vestiges of his humanity fall away, he was with his mate, he was open and under him and he’d make him his, brand him with his scent, with his body. Snarling now Hank plunged deeper into Logan, fucking him so deep he didn’t care if he ripped him open, he needed to fill him, NOW! His other hand gripped Logan’s shoulder tight and braced him still, the other working hard on Logan’s own erection, feeling the pulses begin to run up his length as he came over his large palm. Gripping his neck tighter with his teeth until he met metal encased bone Hank felt Logan’s erection swell again, using the still warm semen he slicked his entire length and started again on him.
The murmurs and whimpers coming from Logan were driving Hank over the edge, the tight grip Logan’s body had on him, the taste of his blood in his mouth enough to break him open. Thrusting his hips deep into Logan he felt himself spill into his body, the feeling of it burning through Logan and bringing him closer to his own peak. Working on him still Hank growled out as he released the bite on Logan’s neck, seeing the flesh reknit before his eyes. Feeling Logan tense under him as he reached his own release, the cry that left him was almost human, making Hank smile as he stroked him, milking the last remnants from him.
The smell of blood sweat and semen was everywhere as he withdrew from Logan’s body, feeling the soft purr coming from him as he held Logan tight to his fur. Reaching out he snagged a blanket and wrapped it around them both, they’d sleep together on the floor, him wrapped around Logan his hands facing away from Hank just in case. Spooning behind Logan, Hank curled Logan up in a safe embrace, hearing a small breathy word drop from Logan’s lips before sleep took him. “Safe.” Rumbling in approval he pulled Logan closer to his warmth and slipped away into dream, hoping Logan would be more like himself in the morning.
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Hank awoke to the feeling of Logan using Hank’s large hand on Logan’s erection, the rough skin gliding over the velvet flesh of his body. Logan’s fingers gripping Hank’s large hand around him as he tried to bring himself the relief he needed, rumbling behind him as he gripped him firmly. Hearing the breath halt in Logan as he sensed he’d woken him, carrying on the movement on Logan, Hank looked over his shoulder and saw the pleasure etched on his face, the way he wound himself into his fur. Pressing back against him, moving his hips sliding a leg between Hanks and rubbing it against his own groin, trying to get a response from him. Hank could wait but Logan couldn’t, laying almost flat against him now, using him as a large warm furry bed. The look of joy on Logan’s face was something Hank had never seen before, the total abandonment of his senses as Logan chased the building pleasure in himself.
Hearing himself whisper into Logan’s ear, the first words he’d spoken to him since he walked in the room with him. “Come for me Logan, come for me then I’ll fuck you. You want that don’t you?” Logan opened his eyes and saw the bright hazel of his lover, not the dark of Wolverine, Logan nodding as Hank brought him closer to peak.
Pushing his luck Hank wanted to hear his voice, he’d had a few hours now to heal and he’d spoken last night, “Tell me your name and I’ll fuck you.” The first few twitches were running through his heated flesh and Hank knew he was close, relaxing his grip on Logan he caught the whimper and bloom of anxiety as he stopped him when he was so close. “Tell me and I’ll clean you afterward.” Meeting the amber blaze in his own eyes he saw Logan’s mouth form the words he needed to hear him speak, “Logan, my name is Logan.” Hank gripped him tight and worked at him, seeing the hazel orbs disappear as the first pulses ran through his body. Logan’s voice more human as he cried out with the release of his seed, feeling its heat spread out over his fingers, the scent of it filling the small room.
Shifting Logan around so he was laid out on the blanket underneath Hank he dragged his tongue over the still erect penis, slipping it into his mouth for a moment. Cleaning it of semen and tasting the sweat of Logan with it, his nose picking up the chemical clues to how he was doing, knowing that his scent wasn’t as strong as last night. But that could be because of his treatment of him, making him submissive, he’d have to wash him to find out properly. His gaze quickly went to the far wall, the small shower was a hand held but it would clean both of them. Seeing Logan watching him he picked himself up off the floor and held out a hand to him, “Logan?” Still coming down from his cleaning Logan just held onto the large hand and let himself be pulled up. Moving with Hank into the small tiled corner of the room, watching as Hank reached up to the small object in the wall and turned it on. Warm water fell onto them both and Logan spooked a little until Hank ran it over his skin, letting him know it wouldn’t hurt him.
Logan stood there as Hank cleaned off the rest of the caked blood from his body, pushing open a little hidden cabinet he got out some plain soap and began to soap Logan up. Running it through his hair across his skin, seeing him enjoy the attention, forming a bond between them both. As Hank lifted the soap to his own body Logan stopped him, rehooking the small showerhead on the wall Logan pushed his body into Hank’s wet fur a smile in his eyes playing at the corners of his mouth. Lost to the sensation he held Logan to him as he moved against him, slicking his sensitive fur, breathless almost as he whispered his name, ‘Logan’. Hearing Logan’s reply almost shattered his hold on his mind, “Hank, mine,” thrusting his hips against the hard body in front of him.
Inside Hank soared, he knew him! He’d remembered him, remembered this showing him that he coming back to himself, feeling the hard planes of his body rubbing through the fur that covered him. Logan’s hands wrapping around his ridged length, sliding along it slowly wanting to prolong his pleasure. A thought intruded in his mind, Charles was telling him that Rogue was coming down with breakfast. Shutting his mental doors on the images that were flooding his senses he knew Charles wouldn’t spy but he couldn’t help but feel a little guilty for being here with Logan.
Logan’s hands were running through his fur, sending his mind free-falling into bliss, one hand on his erection the other wrapped around his chest and creeping upward. Opening his eyes seeing Logan pulling him down into a heated kiss, Logan’s hazel eyes wide open, watching every emotion as it passed through Hanks eyes. The deep rumble of acceptance from Logan as he brought Hank closer to his climax. Knowing he was pleasing him, needing to hear his voice, his exultation as he peaked, whining as he felt Hank’s breath deepen. His voice sounding out to Logan through the haze in his head, “Look at me Logan, remember doing this before? In the gym?” Logan’s eyes were unfocussed for a second then a spark of recognition passed through them, bringing light back to their hazel depths. It only lasted for a moment but it had been there, before it had retreated back into his mind, holding onto Logan’s shoulders Hank began to buck into the hand that was bringing him so much pleasure.
Seeing Logan’s own erection pointing into his broad chest, Hank bared his sharp teeth to Logan and smelled the rise of his excitement as he did so. As the first spasms went through him Hank bellowed loudly before sinking his teeth into the neck and shoulder in front of him, blood instantly filling his mouth. Feeling Logan buckle under the bite and power, gripping him tight as bucked against the tight grip Logan had on him, only releasing his skin when he was spent, the gentle rain of warm water bringing him back to life.
Logan was shaking with need when he looked at him, his body was trembling with energy and his erection was fit to burst but he wouldn’t touch himself not unless Hank told him to. He was the alpha, what he says goes and Logan looked up into Hank’s own, the need inside Logan’s burning through him. Rinsing his fur quickly Hank slicked himself up, palming himself easily, turning Logan he made sure that he was ready for him this time. There’d be no pain, no hurt this time, whispering in Logan’s ear as he brought himself up against him, “I said I’d fuck you Logan, I’m not, I’m going to love you.” This time he wanted to see Logan’s eyes as he entered him, picking up his weight easily he turned him so he was facing him. Putting Logan’s strong thighs around his waist so he was sat around him, Logan’s erection brushing Hank’s belly fur, making Logan whine with the need in him. Looking at Hank with barely disguised hunger, need and permission to release the pressure inside himself.
Feeling that they were both as slick as possible Hank moved Logan down slowly and felt the slide of his body opening as he entered him. It was like Logan was covered in silk, everything was so much better, Hank closed his eyes for a second to the assault on his senses. Everything was too much, the scent of Logan so aroused the tight wet heat wrapped around him as Logan began to shift on his body. Using his legs Logan pulled himself on Hank’s dick, shifting it inside him, riding Hank and brushing his own straining erection against Hank’s belly at the same time. Words were lost as Logan moved on him, all Hank could do was hold him as Logan moved on and around him. Finding the hazel orbs boring into his own as Logan pushed against the body that was giving him so much pleasure, to be filled and be emptied at the same time.
Logan pulling Hank’s mouth to his and running his tongue through the vast cavern of his mouth, dragging his tongue across the sharp canines. Feeling Logan’s chest rumble against him as he did so, feeling Logan speed his movements, bringing Hank closer to filling him. Hank holding him tight at the waist as he pulled Logan down into each thrust of his hips, voice found at last he grunted the words out at him, “I love you Logan, fuck I love you. I love fucking you.” His tongue rasped against the skin of his neck and chest, tasting his sweat, knowing that his levels were dropping instinctually, Hank’s own amber eyes blazing as Logan met the stare head on. Seeing the dark bloom of Wolverine come forward as Logan fucked his fur hard, chasing the release he desperately needed now. “Come for me Logan, come on you're so close, come for me!” grunting hard now through gritted teeth, Logan was bucking hard trying to keep the rhythm going that they’d started but Logan’s own needs were taking over. Logan’s hands were on Hank’s shoulders, the knuckles pointing behind him, luckily for Hank as his claws fired from his arms as he came. A cry that was all human came from Logan as he thrust into Hank’s belly fur, branding Hank with heat and scent as he pressed against him.
Seeing Logan lose all control with him, all humanity he didn’t feel afraid, he felt safe with him, knowing he’d never hurt him. Logan was still coming down as Hank pulled him down into his body, his own peak just building, meeting the warm Hazel gaze of Logan he felt his arousal spike again when Logan spoke to him. “Fuck me Hank, make me yours.” Repeating something he’d said to him the last time they’d been together, seeing the awareness returning to him as he neared his own release. Feeling the first twinges of his climax Logan brought Hanks mouth to his, whispering to him before he emptied himself inside him. “I love you Hank, I love you fucking me.” It was enough and Hank exploded into Logan, feeling as if he was emptying himself of everything he was, everything he had been. Logan roving over his mouth, tracing his teeth tasting him wanting to devour him as he grew soft inside Logan’s body. After a few moments Logan released him from his kiss, eyes clear and scent dropping.
“Hank?” the voice was Logan’s as was the scent but it still had high traces in it and Hank licked the sweat from his skin to confirm it. Yes it was there, a bitterness that wasn’t usual in his normal sweat, looking at Logan he saw the confusion settle in his eyes as he began to realise where he was and with who. Slipping himself free Hank kissed Logan before he let him down, throwing everything he felt into the kiss and taking his time in letting Logan go. Finally releasing him he quickly left him and crossed the small room, opening the door with a code he grabbed the tray of food and brought it inside. Seeing Logan looking confused as he finished cleaning himself and shutting off the water, taking in the blood and the blanket on the floor, knowing that Logan could scent his own blood all around.
Walking over to Hank and the tray he picked up the other traces in the room, Hank had been here all night with him and by the amount of pheromone traces they’d been busy. Looking down at the tray he picked up a piece of toast, stuffing it in and chewing quickly. His mind flooded with scent, as his mind reeled back, snapping him forward to himself, Hank hearing the word loud and clear “MARIE!” Hank winced as the name rebounded through the room, Logan was up and at the door before he even turned to face him.
“Logan, Logan you can’t leave yet.” Logan turned around his eyes darkening and a growl sounding out of his throat, anger was spiking the room and Hank pulled himself upright, towering over Logan.
“WHY THE FUCK NOT!” Hank met his anger calmly and made sure he could sense his dominance over him.
“Because you’re a risk to her right now. Your hormone levels are way off the scale Logan and you’ve been out for a day already. You can probably smell what we’ve been upto and I won’t lie to you and say it wasn’t enjoyable BUT if you go out there you could hurt her and I know you don’t want that.” Logan looked as if he was sulking but he met the calm even gaze and settled with his back against the door, sitting on the tiled floor.
“How?” Hank brought the tray over and put it between them, picking out some bacon for himself before Logan remembered his stomach.
“You were brought back from a mission unconscious, we ran some blood and found your hormone levels had skyrocketed. You weren’t you, you reverted, went feral on us. You even tried to kill Jean.” Logan snapped his head up when he heard that, some of the heat gone from his scent as he tried to piece together the last 48 hours.
“Last thing I remember was taking a whiff of something nasty in New Jersey. But looking at the place Hank that ain’t hard believe me. Next thing I’m here with you and I’ve just had some of the best sex I can remember.” It was Hank’s turn to blush now as Logan began to eat in earnest, drinking the coffee that had been put in a small thermos, offering it out to Hank giving it over as he gripped it. Logan’s eyes meeting Hank’s amber gaze as he let it go, “I meant what I said Hank, I remember that much.” The depth he found in Logan’s gaze almost too much to bear Hank swallowed as he realised that it was something they should never had broached but it had been said and couldn’t be unsaid.
“I know Logan, I meant every word. I love you Logan and nothing will ever change that.” Logan broke the look and wiped his hands.
“So how long do I have to stay here?” His scent was already dropping and he could feel the nervousness creeping into his frame, shifting around Logan took a good look at the room. Knowing he was upset Hank broke the small silence.
“Only till this evening I believe, you’ll be back in your own bed tonight with Rogue.” The look of relief was something that passed over Logan quickly, the blood in the room brought back some bad memories and he really didn’t want to relive them.
“Do I have to stay in this room? Are there any others I can use? I mean I understand I’m a bit out of it but I really don’t want to be in here any longer than I have to be.” His hands waved around the room taking in the bloodstains, “I’d appreciate somewhere where the colour scheme isn’t arterial red.” A grim smile etched on his face he looked at the large bulk of Hank sitting on the blanket near the door.
“Of course Logan I’ll see to it after you’ve eaten and I’ll pick you up some clothing. You shredded your last set.” The smile that met Logan’s gaze was one that didn’t meet Hank’s eyes, breathing deep Logan became aware of the depth of the feelings in Hank. Of how much he’d risked by coming in here, looking at the walls and the patterns of spatter he’d been alone when he’d harmed himself, as if reading his mind Hank spoke. “I spent the night with you but I wouldn’t have left in the first place if someone hadn’t put the camera on.” Logan almost snarled the word at him.
“Camera?!” Hank looked at the left-hand corner of the room the place the wall and ceiling met. Logan followed his gaze and saw the small pinhole and small red light, which was off.
“Jean put it on, she wanted to know how you were doing. I’d only just managed to get you to respond to me when I had to leave. I didn’t want any records kept Logan, I wanted this to be private.” Looking up into his heated gaze Logan understood that it was something about his own safety not the fact that Hank was fucking him raw.
“I didn’t want you to see it, what you did to yourself and I’m not going to tell you either. All that matters to me is that you’ll be back with Rogue tonight where you belong.” The last part of the sentence burning through Hank and making his eyes sting with tears, the look of pain on Logan’s face as he realised he’d have to tell Marie about this. Taking the burden from him Hank continued, “She knows already Logan, she asked me to bring you back and I have. You don’t have to worry about it, she’s a remarkable woman Rogue, she understood but she won’t forget.”
Hank’s tears were flowing now as he picked himself off the floor and punched in the code for the door, it opened with a hiss and he went out into the corridor. “I release you Logan, I won’t be back to you. You’re not mine and I can’t face that when I’m with you. I’ll find another way to control this part of me somehow but I won’t bother you again. I love you Logan but you belong to Rogue.” Shutting the door behind him Hank didn’t see the tears running down Logan’s face as he curled up on the floor of the room. Holding the blanket to his nose, breathing in the last traces of Hank before they faded completely, his voice small and quiet in the room, “I need you Hank, I always will.” Silent cries echoing round the room accompanying the tears that blurred his sight, knowing he’d lost something he needed as much as the baby that was growing in Marie. Heart breaking Logan retreated into his blurred memories and fell into a light sleep.
When Hank returned Logan had cleaned up some of the mess on the walls and was dressed in a sheet, he took the offered clothing and tuned his back to Hank as he dressed. There was a coldness in his actions, a detachment that Hank had seen him use with Jean and Hank knew that Logan was respecting his wishes. When he was dressed Hank took him down to the next room, programmed the password and opened the door for him. The room was bigger and the camera was on in this room, a small bookshelf and tv were on the far wall. “Hell Hank this is better than some motels I’ve stayed in,” Logan’s voice was trying to sound calm and natural but Hank could sense the tension underneath it.
Keeping his own voice light Hank answered.
“Well it’s only for a few hours and I’ll send Rogue down with your dinner later, I’ll be down sometime in the afternoon to collect another blood sample.” Logan met his eyes then and tried to joke, his face hinting at a warm smile as he did so.
“Sure you don’t just want to scrape the walls of the other room Hank? It’d be easier.” The smile in Logan was Hank’s reprieve, he was giving him the chance to rescind his decision about their relationship. Squashing his emotions tightly down he answered Logan the best he could.
“No because I need to see how your levels are before I let Rogue come and see you, if there still elevated I can’t risk it.” Hank’s professional manner swept away all the humour from Logan’s eyes and he just turned to the bed, flopping down on it Logan sighed heavily.
“Hank.”
“Yes?” Logan turned his head and looked at the large man stood in the doorway, body telling Logan one thing, Hank’s words something else. He needed to see Hank’s eyes, needed to see how he would react to what he had to tell him.
“Hank, I need you.” The blaze that fired in Hank’s deep amber stare made Logan’s heart stutter for a moment, seeing the reaction he needed to see, wanted to see, about to carry on Hank put up his hand stopping him.
“Logan, you know how I feel and it will come down to one of us hurting someone. It always does and I don't want you to hate me, or Rogue for that matter. It’s best for everyone if we call it a day Logan, you know that.” A hint of a smile flickered across Hank’s face, “It’s not as if I didn’t get you all to myself for a while is it? No Logan it’s time. I’ll bring Rogue down later.”
With the scent of despair filling the air Logan closed his eyes to the sight of Hank leaving him alone in the sterile room. Suddenly needing sound to fill the silence that was crushing his ears Logan went and flicked the television into life. As he was up there he noticed the little red light looking at him, suddenly feeling violated by its presence he popped a claw and destroyed it. Feeling the complex pieces crunch under the metal a snarl on his features as he did so, “Fuck You Jean.”
Losing himself in the noise and monotony of the television screen Logan waited his time, knowing that when he came out of here he’d only have Marie and she’d have to be enough. Feeling the shifting undercurrent of Wolverine, still settling in himself, Logan hoped she was upto the task, he couldn’t face hurting her he’d die first. A solution presented itself as he watched the small screen and a cold smile settled on his features, he’d find a way just as sure as Hank would. Happy with himself at his solution he caught his reflection in a small mirror hung on the wall, if he was so happy why did his reflection show the pain and hurt he’d been trying to deny he felt?
Tearing his eyes away from it he concentrated on the flashing images, maybe if he could deny it then everyone else would believe it and if they believed it he could too. He’d show Hank a calm face when he came back and he’d leave it, it’s not as if he didn’t know how to be cold. He’d done that for most of his life, looked like he’d be doing it again, the image of Hank’s face lost in passion, eyes alive, body trembling and taut swam up. Snarling he popped his claws, all of them, the pain clearing his mind. He’d do as Hank asked he owed him that, he’d brought him back, tamed him again thing was Logan didn’t want him to let go and that was the most painful thing of all.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Logan goes out on a mission for Xavier, when he gets back he isn't at home, Wolverine is and it falls to Hank to bring the man back to his life, to the woman he loves at the cost of his own pleasure. Marie talks to Hank and they agree on a course of action.