Title: More than sex

Author: Lysander (lysander@planetinternet.be)

Website: http://home.planetinternet.be/~lysander/homepage.html

Rating: NC-17

Pairing/main characters: Cyclops/Wolverine

Series/Sequel: complete

Summary: Sometimes sex is just not enough...

Disclaimer: no (unfortunately) they are not mine

Notes: English is not my first language, but I hope that together with the spellchecker, good old little grammar book, and Daisy I've managed to keep the capital sins towards the English language limited. Special thanks to Jemi, love you girl, for continuous inspiration, and all those necessary "pushes" in the right direction.

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More than sex

By Lysander

Logan was feeling horny as hell. He always did after the excitement and the danger of a mission. There might be some fancy name for it, or something pretty poetic like celebrating life, whatever, right now Logan didn't care.
He just knew that it gave an edge of roughness to sex, and he loved it. Hell, he loved sex, any way he could get it. Well, maybe not any way, there were borders he would never cross.
Right now he was just bloody horny and his body was providing him with the necessary evidence and something needed to be done about it. Soon! He flipped on the light and looked at the alarm clock. Half past one in the morning, so where the hell was Scott. He'd been waiting for the kid to show up, as had become their habit lately, but so far his bed had remained lonely.
Immediately upon landing the jet, Scott had headed off to Xavier's office. Debriefing or whatever, but that was more than an hour ago, and it was not as if something really spectacular had happened. Just a bunch of morons trying to cause trouble. Nothing that a few nasty grins and flicking out his claws hadn't cured. It had actually been rather funny to see them run off, scared little weasels.
Not much to report, so where the hell was the kid, he wanted him here, in his bed, writhing underneath him, so he could fuck him into the next day, or next week.
With a deep and frustrated growl Logan climbed out of bed and put on his pyjama bottoms. Even though it was the middle of the night, and Scott's bedroom was only at the other end of the hall, it would be rather embarrassing to be caught naked by one of the kids. Especially with that rather prominent and impossible to hide erection. "You better have a good reason, Cyke," he mumbled as he left his bedroom.

The pale light of the almost full moon shone through the high windows of the second floor of the mansion and Logan had no problem making his way along the dark corridor. When he passed the girls' bedroom, his attention was caught by a series of serious moans, and the heavy scent of sex penetrated his nostrils. A feral grin spread over Logan's face. It seemed that he was not the only one who was horny after a mission.
He closed his eyes and tried to image Jean and Ro together. Long limbs, soft skin, pert breasts, red hair and white all tangled up together.
Damn! His erection upped another notch. He hurried along towards Scott's bedroom. Cyke better be prepared, cause he was going to nail the kid to the bed and fuck him so hard that he wouldn't be able to sit for the next few days.

He didn't bother knocking, just walked into Scott's bedroom, and found it empty. No trace or smell of Scott anywhere. He'd been here though. Logan could distinguish the definite fragrance of Scott mingled with the sweet peachy scent of his favourite shower gel.
The black leather uniform was thrown on the bed and his visor sat on his desk. Rather "un-Scottish" behaviour. He usually was excessively tidy.
"Fuck, Cyke. Where the hell are you?" Logan groaned. His erection was becoming rather painful, and he really wanted to have something done about it, preferably right now.
He shoved the uniform on the ground and sat down on the bed and considered his options. Wait for Cyke to show up, nail him to the wall the moment he entered, and then enter him hard and rough. Or take things in his hands. He didn't want to take things in his own hands, not when there was this nice, hot and willing young body to be had.
"Oh Fuck!"
He stood up and stamped out of the room, determined to find his wayward lover.
Finally, he hunted Scott's scent down to the small private kitchen the teachers used when they didn't want to use the school kitchen and dining room. What the heck was Cyke doing chopping up vegetables in the middle of the night. As quietly as possible, like a leopard about to jump its prey, Logan advanced and put his right hand on Scott's jeans-clad ass and his other arm around the slim waist.
"What the hell are you doing here, Bub?" He tried to draw his lover close so he could kiss him, but Scott resisted him and pulled out of the embrace.
"I'm cooking!"
"Cooking!" Logan sputtered. "Slim, it is the middle of the night, why the hell are you cooking?"
Logan was becoming rather annoyed now, especially as Scott hadn't stopped chopping up the red pepper on the wooden board.
"I happen to like cooking, it helps me to relax!"
"I know a much better way to relax." Logan whispered into Scott's ear as he moved closer again, and pushed his substantial erection against Scott's tantalising ass. Sometimes Cyke could really frustrate him.
"If it is sex, you're after, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you, cause I'm not in the mood." Scott pushed Logan away again, and moved to the fridge and started pulling out more vegetables.
"What the heck's gotten into ya, Cyke?" Logan growled. Things were not really going the way he wanted them to. Something was obviously bugging Scott, not even Cyke would be so crazy as to like to cook in the middle of the night.
"Nothing! I told you, I like cooking."
"Okay, okay you like cooking. But in the middle of the night, Scott? Nobody likes cooking in the middle of the night. What's up?" Logan walked over to the fridge, took out a beer and sat on the counter. "Come on, Slim. Talk to me! Why are we here in this bloody kitchen, you chopping up veggies, me with this bloody painful hard on, instead of being in bed together."
Scott stopped chopping and looked up at Logan. "Is that the only thing I am to you, Logan? Somebody to get into your bed, somebody to fuck, when you feel like it?"
If he had shouted it, it wouldn't have worried Logan as much as the sad tone in which it was said.
"Of course not!" Logan replied. "Come on, Bub, I admit, I enjoy the sex very much, it's great, you're great. But that doesn't mean I think you're some cheap fuck, or whatever you seem to think. What kind of a guy do you take me for? I care about you, Slim."
"I didn't mean to imply that you see me as a cheap fuck. But... I'm sorry Logan. I don't think I can do this anymore. I need more than just sex. I,... I think I'm falling in love with you, and I need to know that there can be more between us than just lust and desire. I'm sorry."
Whatever Logan had expected, this definitely was not it. Scott looked nervous and even a bit scared; he'd gone back to chopping, but the slices of carrots just got smaller and smaller.
"Hey, be careful with that, you're gonna cut yourself." He pulled the knife out of Scott's trembling hands and dropped it on to the counter.
Scott just stared at him, and even though it was impossible to read him behind the ruby glasses, Logan felt uncomfortable underneath that stare. He didn't really know what to say, or what to feel. It was all a bit sudden to him. He hadn't really given "this thing" between them much thought.
They'd become lovers a little over a month ago. Maybe lovers wasn't the exact words, "fuckbuddies" would probably be closer to the truth, but Logan didn't really care for that word, and Scott seemed to choke on it as well. Nevertheless sex had been the main and only reason for both of them.
Scott had been so horribly frustrated over the fact that his girl had left him for another girl and poor Cyke had been in desperate need of release. Which was quite understandable, Jeannie choosing Ro had frustrated Logan quite a bit as well.
With the two women keeping themselves company Logan had, grudgingly at first, spend more time with Cyke, and he'd soon found out that there was a lot more to the restrained fearless leader than he had given him credit for and he'd actually come to like him.
The sex had been a surprise, but a very nice one. Who would have guessed that Mr Strict and Straight would be bisexual?
Cyke was desirable enough, those long slender legs, that tight little ass, cheekbones to die for and a mouth that was made for kissing. No problem there. Besides the kid was great in bed, absolutely no restrains there. It had been a long time since Logan had a male lover who was a sensual as Scott.
But now Scott wanted more, wanted something Logan had not been able to give anybody for as long as his faulty memory ran back.
"Look, Scott. I, I care about you, and we've been having some great times. But what you're asking here, I... , I don't think I can give you that. I don't do long term commitments."
Scott sighed and nodded. "I was already afraid that was going to be your answer." It was said almost casually, but he couldn't completely hide the disappointment and it pained Logan to see that expectance of hurt in Scott's entire body. The kid had been hurt and disappointed so many times in his short live that he seemed to take it for granted, inevitable part of living. Logan knew quite well how that felt.
"So what happens now?" He asked.
Scott's just shrugged his shoulders. "I guess we go back to being friends."
Now that would be hard, they never really had been just friends.
"Or colleagues, team members. I can't just have sex with you anymore, Logan. I feel too much for you."
"I care about ya too, Slim?"
"Enough, to promise me that there is a future in this? To stay with me and not just pack up one day and leave when the wind has turned and the sun is coming out and the road calls you? Enough to promise me that one day you might love me?"
Logan felt cold; the burning erection had completely subsided. He cared about Scott, and he didn't really want to end the fun they'd been having, but he couldn't make a promise, which he doubted he would be able to keep. His might be a strange honour in the eyes of others, but it was his, and his honour demanded that he never break promises therefore he did not make promises easy.
"I'm sorry, Scott. I can't!"
Scott nodded; he picked up the abandoned knife.
"Thanks for being honest, Logan," he said and started chopping the rest of the carrots.
Logan watched him for a minute, and then silently left the kitchen

The sky was looking grey and threatening, Logan could smell the rain in the low hanging clouds. Not long now before the first drops would fall. "Just my luck!" Logan grumbled. He glanced at the different vehicles in the garage. He hesitated, just for a second and then walked towards Cyke's bike. Hell, the kid had him running again, so he could just as well provide the means of transport. Besides he liked the bike and it would give him something to remember Scott by. He fastened his bag onto the bike, jumped on and drove off.
He was such a coward. Everybody thought he was this brave macho guy, but every time things got a bit too complicated in his life he ran. That's what he'd been doing for the last fifteen years, searching and running. Nothing brave about that. He always hoped that once he found what he was searching he would be able to stop running and start living again, but so far...
He reached the top of the hill where the road bend and from where you could see the mansion lying a few miles down the road. He parked the bike and sat staring down at it.
Have you noticed I'm gone, Scott? Are you mad at me for being such a coward, for running away? But I can't go back to being friends anymore, Scott. I'd want you too bad for that, you are just too fucking gorgeous and now that I've had you in my bed, I'd go mad if I had to see you and couldn't touch you anymore.
Can't go forward, can't go backward.
Damn you Scott Summers!
Somehow the kid had managed to get underneath his skin, like an itch that he couldn't get rid off. An itch he didn't really want to get rid off. He closed his eyes and recalled the first time he'd kissed Scott. His first taste of the freshness that was Scott. How those soft pliant lips had opened and that velvety tongue had seduced his own to dance. Bloody good kisser, Scott.
He remembered the night he'd woken up with Scott shivering in his arms, in the throes of a nightmare, he pulled the kid closer and had soothed him till the dream was over. That was the first time he' d realised that he really cared for Scott. Cared more than what felt comfortable.
The first raindrops started to hit the ground, the world turned and night fell, but Logan didn't notice. He just sat there, staring at lights of the mansion.

Scott felt empty, empty and terribly lonely. He was standing before the windows of his bedroom, staring at the rain pouring down. The sky was grieving just like him.
The entire day doubts had filled his mind, why in god's name had he given Logan an ultimatum.
He 'd known from the start that Logan didn't do relationships, in the beginning he hadn't wanted a relationship, he had wanted nothing more than the comfort and pleasures of sex. And the sex with Logan had been particularly good. More than good, it had been wild and passionate.
Scott was so used to always be completely in control, every moment of his live making sure that nobody or nothing would get hurt because he accidentally opened his eyes, when he shouldn't.
He didn't have to be in control with Logan. Actually, he didn't get a chance to be in control with Logan, and he didn't care one bit. Logan's passion was like a wild current, strong, vibrant and dangerous, and the only thing you could do was to let it sweep you away and flow with the current. No control whatsoever and it was wonderfully freeing.
He was going to miss that, miss that very much. But so be it.
He didn't know the exact moment when he had started to fall in love with Logan. Maybe it was that morning when he woke up in Logan's arms and for the first time in months he had felt secure and happy. Or maybe it was that evening when Logan had seemed so worried after he stupidly but accidentally hurt Scott during a Danger room session. Or maybe he'd just fallen a little deeper with each time Logan had touched him. It didn't really matter when exactly, it had happened and it was impossible to turn back time now and go back to fun and pleasure.
He needed to be able to wake up in Logan's arms each and every morning and feel save and secure and loved. He needed Logan to love him back, to know that the other man would be there for him and not just only for sex, and he wanted to be allowed to give those same things back to Logan.
If he couldn't have that, he couldn't do the sex anymore either even if it would cost him Logan, and his friendship. A price it seemed he was going to have to pay.
Logan had avoided him all day, and he hadn't even shown up for dinner. Scott was scared Logan would run again, he would sorely miss him. God why did he have to fall in love with that man, didn't he know better?
Falling in love only got you hurt.
He sighed and went to the bathroom, getting ready for bed, it was going to be a long night. Crawling into his large and lonely bed, he prayed that sleep would come swiftly and make him forget for a while.

Some one was knocking on his door. Persistently! It took some time before the sound of it penetrated Scott's restless sleep, but finally it did. He flipped on the bedside lamp and looked at the alarm. Twenty minutes past midnight. The knocking got even louder!
"Yeah, hold your horses, I'm coming."
He hoped this was not one of the kids with some kind of problem, cause he really wasn't in the mood to play the gentle and understanding teacher right now.
He pulled the door open, a little harsher than necessary, but his grumbled, "what's up" died in his throat when he saw the man standing there. "Logan?"
"Hi Bub," Logan smiled, "can I come in?" Not waiting for an answer Logan stepped into the room. Perplexed Scott stood there for a moment, before realising what had happened. Bloody impertinent bastard, who does he think he is? He closed the door and turned to Logan, tirade mode switched on, but the words never left his mouth when he saw the duffel bag that Logan dumped on the floor.
Reality kicked hard!
"You're leaving?" Scott couldn't keep the disappointment out of his voice. He'd been dreading it all day, but seeing the bag made it suddenly all so terribly real.
"I was, but I couldn't." Logan said as he wriggled out of his wet leather jacket and dumped it on top of the duffel.
"Y-Y-You couldn't." Scott stammered. How come he had become this dumb all of a sudden? Hope he didn't dare to have was battling with reason and rationality at the moment was impossible. Slightly dazed he just kept staring at the bag and the jacket and the pool that was forming on the wooden floorboards of his room.
"I couldn't. I tried to but I couldn't. "
A cold wet hand stroked along his cheek, cupped his chin and forced him to look up. When had Logan gotten so close? His wet hair was sticking to his face and it made him look even more feral than usual, a wet animal caught in a storm, beautiful and utterly desirable. A shiver ran down Scott's spine when a callused thumb caressed his lips, forcing them to part.
"I don't know what you've done to me, or how you did it, but you seem to have bewitched me. I only got a few miles away from the mansion, when I just stopped. Sat there for hours in the bloody rain on your bike and the only thing I could think of was you. How much I was going to miss you. Miss your soft and caring voice, the vulnerability you try to hide behind a mask of stiffness and control, your obnoxious sense of humour, your stubbornness."
Logan's other arm slipped around Scott's waist and drew him close. Cold wet jeans pressed against his silken pyjama bottoms. The thumb further invaded his mouth and teased his tongue. "How much I'd miss your silken lips against mine, the way your pliant body moves under mine, the way you scream my name when you are about to come, the way you snuggle up in my arms before you fall asleep."
Scott's entire body was trembling now and he was grateful for the strong arm that was holding him close. He moaned when the thumb left his mouth and started to outline his cheekbones.
"I'd miss the way you moan with desire."
Scott's eyes closed as Logan leaned in and gently pressed his cold wet lips on his. It was a tender but lingering kiss, nothing like their usual all consuming ones, but it spoke of love and caring and for that it tasted so much sweeter.
"Will you be staying?" Scott breathed when he finally could speak again. He still needed to hear the words, needed to be certain.
Logan nodded; both his arms were around Scott now resting on his ass cheeks, pulling him even closer.
"It seems I'll have to stay, I can't run away from you, Scott. I need you."
The honesty in Logan's voice was almost painful to hear, and it might not really be a commitment but Scott knew that it was the best and most Logan could give him right now and it just had to be enough, cause Scott didn't want to lose him.
Scott's arms went around his lover's neck and the kiss he initiated was full of passion and desire. Searing hot tongues gliding together, the start of an age-old ritual.
"You're wet and cold." Scott muttered, trying to stroke the wet hair out of Logan's face.
"Yeah, that's what happens when you sit for hours in the rain." Logan laughed as he pulled himself out of Scott's embrace and started to divest himself of his wet clothes. Scott could hardly wait till Logan was standing naked before him, his hands stroking over the other man's strong and well-defined chest.
"Still cold!" he breathed over the clammy skin around Logan's nipples, before sucking the right one into his mouth.
A low groan escaped Logan's mouth and with a powerful move he scooped Scott into his arms and threw him on the bed. The feral look and posture of the man was almost frightening, but Scott knew that he had nothing to fear from him. Lying back against the cushions, he spread his legs invitingly. He'd almost expected Logan to jump on the bed like a feline hunter jumping its prey, but Logan's moves were slow and deliberate as he crawled on the bed and settled on his knees between Scott's wide spread legs. A wide grin spread over his face as he flicked out his claws and ripped Scott's pyjama bottoms to pieces.
"Those were new!" Scott protested.
"They were in the way," Logan muttered as he lowered himself over Scott, and silenced any further protests by sticking his tongue into Scott's mouth for a devouring kiss, which seemed to last forever and left Scott breathless and dizzy when it finally ended. Logan didn't seem to have any problems breathing and his hot mouth was creating a path of searing moist kisses and gently nibbles downwards.
He curled his fingers at the base of Scott's erection, slowly licking the head as if it were an ice cream cone.
"Logan" Scott gasped, "please, no." He put his hand against Logan's cheek, brushing his fingers through the sideburns. That incredible hot and perfect mouth let go of his erection. His fingers cupped the stubbled chin. "Together! I want to come with you inside me."
A low almost animalistic groan escaped from somewhere deep in Logan's throat and his burning lips latched onto Scott's for a short harsh and demanding kiss. Tongues meeting, dancing, mating.
"Lube?"
"Drawer" Scott moved his hand vaguely in the direction of the bedside cabinet, but Logan was faster. He grabbed the small tube spread some of it on his hand and fingers, and deftly coated his cock. He sat down between Scott legs again, and with his still slippery fingers started to prepare his lover. First one finger, which slipped in easily, immediately followed by a second. Stroking, stretching, reaching for that hidden place that would send shivers of ultimate pleasure coursing through his lover's slender body.
When a loud gasp escaped Scott's kiss-bruised lips and he arched his back, Logan knew he had found it.
"Logan, now, need you now."
Logan pulled his fingers out, and positioned himself with Scott's legs resting on his shoulders and his aching cock at the entrance of his lover's hot and willing body. His strong hands held on to Scott's slender hips, while he entered his full length in one smooth stroke.
"Oh, God! Oh God! More! Fuck me, Logan! Fuck me!
Tantalizing slowly Logan pulled out again until only the head of his hard cock was still seated inside the tight and burning channel. Then he forcefully plunged in again, and rested there. He let go of Scott's hips and bend forward, letting his fingertips roam around the edges of Scott's glasses. "Close your eyes."
"Logan, no." Scott's hand moved to stop Logan and his entire body tensed.
"Shhh, close your eyes, Scott. Trust me to trust you."
Gentle hands removed the glasses and Scott pressed his eyelids close. Soft and tender kisses mapped out the skin that was always hidden from the world. From left ear fluttering over the left temple, lingering over the eyelids, gently nipping at the nose bridge and ending with the right ear.
"You really are so beautiful."
"Logan, please!" Scott moaned his voice hoarse with need.
"So absolutely fucking beautiful!" Logan groaned as he slowly started to glide out again, struggling to keep his need to start pounding hard, under control. This had to be slow and wonderful, lovemaking not mere sex.
He thrust in hard again. Scott was whimpering now, his slender fingers clutching the bedcovers.
"Beautiful and desirable!"
Slowly pulling out, another hard thrust in.
"And so fucking hot and tight"
A new slow tormenting retreat followed by another thrust, burying himself impossible deep inside his lover.
"And you're mine."
Logan had reached the end of his control and he started to pound hard and fast, he closed his hand around Scott's weeping cock. Their orgasms build, and a few seconds later Scott's semen were spilling over his fingers, while his body convulsed around him, enough to topple Logan after his lover into the abyss of blissfulness
Scott was asleep. Logan could hear the soft even breathing. He'd never realised that a sound a simple and as natural as that could be so wonderful. He felt as if he could listen to it for hours. Scott moaned softly and buried his face in Logan's necks. God the kid was a real cuddler.
A tiny part of Logan still reeled at the fact that he had come back, scared that somehow he was going to mess this up, and they would both get seriously hurt. Afraid that he had made a promise that he would never be able to keep, but the idea of living without Scott had been unbearable. It scared the hell out of him but Logan had to admit, even if it was only to himself, that he loved Scott. Looking at his lover's contented face, while sleeping in his arms he hoped that one-day he would be able to say those words to Scott.

 

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