Title: An Innocent Question

Author: Lee Tabor (vireyda@yahoo.com)

Website: none

Rating: NC-17

Pairing / Main characters: Magneto/Wolverine

Series/Sequel: complete

Summary: Movieverse. Magneto captures Wolverine with the hope of bringing him to his side.

Disclaimer: The characters and universe are the property of 20th Century Fox and the Marvel Entertainment Group. I'm not making any money here so don't sue me.

Archive/distribution: Please ask first but you're almost assured a delightful `Yes, take it'.

Date: Aug 2000

Notes: You might want to read this after you read the story as it may take some of the mystery out of it. This story takes place during Logan's trip to Canada (set to take place, hopefully, in X-Men 2). Magneto is freed from his plastic prison by his associates (use you imagination here), Sabretooth, Toad, and Mystique. Sabretooth manages to track down Logan. And Magneto takes it from there...

/'s stand for thoughts and the rest should be self-explanatory

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An Innocent Question

By Lee Tabor

 

-- Northern Canada --

Logan shivered as he felt the ice cold water rush over his goose-pimpled naked skin. Few people, who didn't call the place home for generations, dared try the feat of a bath in the icy waters of northern Canada. The river surged around him, just barely allowing him to keep his balance. Over a decade of cage-fighting and disciplined exercise kept his body taunt with hard muscle and gave him an extraordinary sense of balance. The extra weight of the adamantium helped a bit too.

The wind changed direction. Logan caught a familiar scent, one he knew from...

An unseen force hoisted him out of the river and into the winter air. His head snapped around. He fell into unconsciousness.

 

-- Magneto's 'Lair' --

Logan growled through his teeth as his back scrapped against the stone wall. An adamantium laced skeleton defended him against almost any attack. His healing factor took care of the rest. His fighting skills could be topped by few. But he had an unsurprising disadvantage against the force of magnetism.

With a thought, Magneto could bend Logan into any position, many of which would kill him. While conceivably being stimulating in the hands of a lover, in the fists of an enemy, it ended up being excruciating.

Through the red color caused by the pain, Logan watched Magneto slowly move toward him.

"Hurts, doesn't it?"

Well, that was a dumb-ass question and Logan would have told him so if his jaw wasn't locked in place by Magneto's power. Instead, he growled his contempt for the man.

"Join us and fight with me, Wolverine," he said in a quiet voice that contrasted with the pounding blood in Logan's head.

The differences in Professor X's and Magneto's techniques, in getting him to join their causes, couldn't be more obvious. Professor X messed with his mind a bit and told him all of his fanciful dreams for mutants and humanity in general. Magneto took a more direct and painful approach, one he often used himself. One thing he had to note though: he didn't like being on the other end of the stick.

"I could kill you easily, Logan."

 /Then do it you sack of shit/

 "But I don't want to," he added in a soft voice.

That might have relieved Logan a bit if a jagged rock wasn't cutting into his kidney. As if answering his silent appeal, the amount of pressure holding him to the wall softened, allowing much of the pain in his back to subside. With his healing factor in high gear, his regular vision returned quickly. Magneto stood so close to him, he could feel the man's breath on his face as Logan looked up at him with his eyes, his head immobile. He felt a hand on his bare chest. It reminded him once again of how naked he was. Magneto had plucked him right from the river, naked to the world. There were no cloths on him when he woke up and none in the hands of Sabretooth when he arrived to take him to Magneto. Perhaps it was a humiliation tactic but Logan couldn't have cared less. His body remained functional at low temperatures. He didn't have a problem with his body and didn't care who saw it, whether female or male. /Still... The man could at least have the courtesy to put some cloths on me/

The hand on his chest was a bit of a change in strategy. So was the questioning way Magneto now examined his face. The palm of his hand lifted and with his fingers he traced the pattern of thick chest hair to a hard nipple. He flicked it with his thumb which forced Logan to suck in air through his nose and let go of a weak moan from deep in his throat. Encouraged by Logan's response, he bent over and placed his mouth over his nipple, flicking it with his tongue and nibbling on it with his teeth.

Logan wished he could move. Wished he could grab the man by the hair and rip him off like he would a leech. But he also wanted to run his fingers through his beautiful white locks.

Magneto released the suction on Logan's chest and moved to look him in the eye. Logan hoped he couldn't see the lust he felt underneath the fury.

Seeming satisfied, he moved to Logan's mouth and gave him small wet kisses. Soon, Logan felt the hold on his jaw release. Magneto was testing the waters. No need to disappoint him. Besides, the more he trusted him, the more advantage he would have over the man. At least that is what he told himself to save his ego. But in reality, Logan felt defenseless in his desire for this man who, a minute ago, he wanted to kill. He kissed back frantically, savoring the sweet taste of peach in the man's mouth.

Magneto ended the kiss as he pulled away. He looked at Logan with innocent confusion, like a teenager who had just received his first kiss. Perhaps he recognized his own lack of control, something that probably didn't happen often. "Logan, I..."

He waited to see what he would do next since he really had no choice in the matter.

On impulse, Magneto pressed his body against Logan's naked body. He gasped, looking down. Logan knew his reaction came from his rock hard cock between them. He thought for a second that it might scare him off. Instead, he returned to Logan's mouth and attempted to pull out his organs.

So very slowly, Logan felt Magneto's power loosen its grip on his body as Magneto lost himself in their passion. But he noticed his claws would not budge. Well, he had brutal strength to his advantage. But the thought deteriorated when Magneto began to play with his cock.

A low growl emerged from his throat as Magneto lowered himself to his knees and began to suck and nibble on the tip of his cock. Logan combed his hands through his soft white hair and moaned his pleasure. Logan's noises only intensified as Magneto took in his full length and began to bring him to orgasm.

Just before he was about to come, Logan pulled Magneto's head away and squatted down to greedily kiss his mouth.

Between a kiss Magneto managed to ask an innocent question, "Did I do it wrong?"

Taken back, Logan looked at his new found lover. "No! No, not at all. I just..." Magneto looked at him with worry etched in his face. "I just didn't want it to end."

Magneto's ridged body relaxed and managed a quirky smile. He took Logan's hand and led him to his bed chamber.

 

-- A few hours later --

Logan watched the white haired man sleeping next to him, his slow unconscious breathing hypnotic. He concentrated on the shallow pain he sat on, a temporary reminder of their passionate lovemaking. He raised his hand, made a fist, and allowed the claws to emerge. The faint traces of blood, from the open wounds on his hand, disappeared before his eyes. He thought for a split second of killing the man. A habit maybe. And retracted them. The wounds closed up, leaving no scars behind.

He silently moved off of the bed. He inhaled deeply through his nose, searching for the scent of Mystique who had been hiding in the shadows for the last few hours. He found her angry scent easily. Waiting for the intruder to leave her with her love, no doubt.

Logan walked away and hoped Magneto would understand.

***

Erik awoke. A small grin formed on his face when he caught sight of the hairy arm wrapped around his waist. He turned over to give his new found lover a kiss.

Logan was already awake and looking at him with possessive eyes. He sighed inwardly and leaned over to kiss his mouth. Logan eagerly returned the kiss and then some. Erik, already aroused with a piss hardon, bend into Logan's caresses. Erik eased Logan onto his back and straddled him. As it was in his nature, he knew Logan would respond aggressively any minute. But Logan just waited there for him to do as he wished.

It seemed Erik had tamed the hungry beast that nearly assaulted him with his passion a few hours before. Had he really won Logan over so easily? Logan's docile state paled in comparison to his passionate aggression. Erik suddenly wished he hasn't pushed him so hard. He had chosen Logan because he knew he was a man who would take on and challenge without the thought of self preservation because he knew he was better. He needed a fighter, not another subservient grunt. This person just didn't seem the same.

Logan looked at him with those possessive almost desperate eyes. Then they flashed yellow.

Erik pushed himself away from her, almost flinging himself off the bed in the process but he caught himself before he teetered over the edge. "Mystique, what the hell are you doing? Where's Logan...Wolverine?" He corrected with a quick shake of his head.

Out of Logan's burly hard body melted Mystique's shapely form. Her blue body was deceptively delicate. He knew from experience the strength and agility she possessed. She was a hard woman to tire. But right now he didn't care to reminisce about their incompatible relationship. He wanted to shake the answer out of her. Fury glowed from Magneto's eyes. Mystique shrunk back.

"Well?"

Mystique grinned.

He had no patience for games. "Get out of here," he growled. When she didn't move he grabbed his robe on the metal chair by the bed. "Never mind. I'll leave." Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Mystique's slim arm reach out for him as he stormed out of the room. The metal doors slammed shut behind him, locking Mystique inside.

He felt furious, betrayed and utterly foolish. Mystique's deception angered him but it was Logan's disappearance that made his blood boil. Why had he trusted him? Slept with him for that matter? He cringed at the memory of his own passionate moans. Had Logan just tricked and used him? The idea hurt him deeper than he was willing to admit.

He was too old to be making such foolish mistakes.

He buried his feelings for Logan under a guise of hate and straightened himself. Weakness had no place in a leader's heart. He stormed off to find Sabretooth.

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"Say that to me one more time."

"Don't know where Sabretooth is and I thought you were taking care of Wolverine." Toad stated, obviously unimpressed with Magneto's show of fury.

He felt like screaming. He felt like crushing the life out of the man before him. He felt like rolling on the floor in a childish temper tantrum. How had this all gone so wrong. He knew he only had himself to blame.

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Sabretooth watched his prey from a distance. Wolverine had managed to find his way back to Canada to a pathetic town in the middle of nowhere. The local bar whores where trying to work a dollar off of him to no avail. It hadn't occurred to Sabretooth that Wolverine was a Man's man until he came out of Magneto's bed chamber with the stench of the old man covering every inch of his body.

He sometimes thought that Wolverine knew he hid just beyond his senses. But Wolverine either didn't know or didn't care because he didn't even once try to hunt him down. Which was good because he wanted to do the hunting. He still wasn't sure quite why he hadn't tried to stop him, left without a word and followed him to this shitty little town.

Wolverine stared in his direction again. The second time in a minute or two. He knew he sensed him. Still Wolverine made his way back to the piece of crap motorcycle.

Even Sabretooth found himself impressed with the man's resourcefulness. He had watched Wolverine exit the bed chamber by a surveillance camera. Wolverine had sniffed the air and obviously caught the smell of his own backpack because he went directly to it in the adjoining room. Magneto had ordered him to retrieve his belongings from the shoreline when they captured him. And Magneto had told Mystique to conceal a tracking device in Wolverine's backpack even though he never thought if would be necessary.

Wolverine impressed him further when he dove into the water from a window and swam his way back to shore. Not quite seeing the need to be as adventurous, Sabretooth took one of Magneto's many speedboats and followed him to shore. Once Wolverine had reached land he bought a motorcycle that barely ran with what money he had in his back pack and headed back to Canada. The guy was nothing if not persistent. Sabretooth had taken a motorcycle for himself from a garage Magneto kept and pursued him.

Now less then 24 hours after his initial capture, Wolverine took off again down the road. Sabretooth followed him. Riding in the middle of winter on a motorcycle was an impossible task. But the lighting fast reflexes they both possessed kept them on.

He turned a corner and almost crashed as he came to a sliding fault. Wolverine stared him down, revving his motorcycle less then 500 feet away. The stare stretched, daring each other to make the first move.

As if sharing the same mind, they both put their cycles into high gear and roared toward one other. When they were close enough to touch, they grabbed onto each other and were plowed into the ground from the momentum of their collision. Wolverine, who managed to land on top of Sabretooth regained his senses first. He exposed his claws, raised his hand, and suddenly found he couldn't move his arm. In fact he couldn't move anything.

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His fury drove him to this place but now Erik faced confronting the man who deluded him. He actually felt scared. He knew he could easily kill him if he wanted to but he didn't want to. He wanted him very much alive and back in his arms. If he wouldn't come back willingly, better Sabretooth killed him. He knew he couldn't.

In the jet flown by Mystique, he kept a lock on his targets by Logan's tracking device. They would have caught up to them well before Canada but Sabretooth had taken the only monitor calibrated to find Logan's tracking device. Another monitor had to be recalibrated and satellite waves had to be piggy-backed before they could find Logan's signal. The man proved to be a little too predictable. Erik had caught up to them an hour before.

The men had stopped at a town but were now back on the road. Suddenly Logan's indicator stopped and turned back around a little way. Logan knew he was being followed.

"I'm getting out," He told Mystique and exited the cockpit. The change in pressure tried to suck him out the hatch when he opened it but he held himself securely in place with a magnetic field.

When he felt steady, he called to the magnetic field to him and allowed it to take him out the opening and into the cold winter air. He flowed through the waves and came upon the two men barreling at each other at incredible speeds. He flinched when the two collided and smashed into the ground.

Magneto watched their confrontation from the air. But he stayed back because he had no idea how to proceed. If Sabretooth killed him here, he wouldn't stop him only because he knew that if is was him down there, he wouldn't be able to do it himself. When he saw Logan raise first and take aim, a death strike by the look of it, he instantly froze him. Logan's unwillingness to join him only made Sabretooth more necessary to his cause.

He could feel Logan fighting his power with everything he had. But as previous experience had shown, it didn't matter. He caught himself smiling at the thought and quickly scolded himself.

He made a soft landing behind Logan. He watched the strain in the man's neck as he fought him indirectly.

"Let go of me Erik," Logan growled to the man breathing heavily in back of him.

Erik heard Logan's breath match his as he too became aroused.

Sabretooth began to show signs of life. He wasn't happy. Erik lifted Logan off of Sabretooth with his power and allowed him to get into a comfortable position before freezing him again.

Sabretooth shook his head and growled when he spotted Logan. He pushed himself up and got ready to attack when he realized Erik was standing a few feet away.

"Sabretooth, leave us. Mystique will pick you up if you head in that direction."

"So you can fuck around like last time?" He sneered at the old man.

"I am in control! Leave us now!"

Sabretooth laughed, "Sure, I can smell the pre-cum on the both of ya." He laughed again at the rage in Erik's eyes. "We aren't done yet, little man," he promised Logan and he left to recover his motorcycle. Erik let out a breath he didn't know he was holding when the bike started up without a fault. Sabretooth drove back toward the town.

"Let go of me now!" Logan's words were angrier this time.

Erik knew if he didn't release the man, he would only get a fight out of him. But he didn't want to loose him again.

"Trust me."

Trust him. Could he do that again? But he didn't see that he had a choice in the matter. If Logan were really to do something, he could crush every bone in his body. He let him go.

Logan's body reanimated. He walked straight up to Erik who shrank back from the confrontation. But Logan didn't let hem get far. He grabbed Erik's face pressed his hungry mouth against Erik's. Erik fought off his own feelings of confusion and distrust because the pleasure felt so much better. But no, he couldn't do this again. It hurt to much. He pushed Logan away. "No! You won't trick me again."

The look of sorrow in Logan's eyes confused Erik even more. Was he pitting him now? Using him again? Trying to trick him? "No, I don't trust you"

Logan actually laughed. "Ya don't trust me? I'm the one whose neck ya cracked and kept naked for who knows how long. Were ya jerkin' off at the sight o' me?"

Erik let his jaw drop. This attack, while unexpected, was completely true. What reason did Logan have to trust him? Logan certainly deserved more trust then he himself did. "I'm sorry. You're right..."

"I would have told you I was leaving but you wouldn't have let me go willing." That was true. "I didn't want ta leave ya but I been waitin' fifteen years to find out somethin' o' my past. This is somethin' I hafta do."

Reality had an interesting way of slapping you across the face and saying 'Wake up!'. Logan was a man just like anyone else. He had his goals, dreams, and needs. What the hell was he thinking? Was he planning on spending the rest of his life with a man he didn't even know? The consuming infatuation drained out of his body, leaving his wondering what the hell he was doing in here.

He looked at Logan again who was shining a playful smile at him. Erik laughed. He felt himself becoming aroused again but this time it wasn't the desperate, heart-eating kind. It was more like the 'Let's fuck like wild beasts and not worry about calling the next day' kind.

"There's a sleazy stink hole called a motel back in that town if you're interested," Logan offered, not expecting to be turned down.

"Alright, I'll take us there." He was about to take them both into the air when Logan took his hands in his own.

"We better not do that. These small towners don't like mutants much. Can hardly stand their own kind." Logan took a quick glance at the remains of a motorcycle. "My bike is wasted. Let's walk."

"All right."

They started to walk when Logan remember his backpack and went back to retrieve it.

They walked for a few minutes, not saying a word, when Logan noticed Erik shivering. "You cold?"

"I didn't exactly plan for this."

"Here take my jacket." Logan whipped his jacket off and put it around Erik's shoulders before he could protest.

Erik looked at him through thick white lashes. "Thank you."

Logan just smiled and wrapped his arm around the taller man's waist.

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"Two people. The both of us," Logan replied.

"One or two beds?" The ancient man said as he read his paper, not yet looking up at the two men before him.

Erik almost laughed. "Umm... One."

The old man looked up, his unconscious mind telling him something was up but he looked back down then jerked his head back up, making the connection.

"Come on. It's not all that shocking." Logan laughed.

Money exchanged hands as the old man's jaw hung open. Erik could see the man's grayish tongue shove fowl-smelling chewing tobacco about a bit. He winced.

The old man obviously wanted to say something but had absolutely no idea what to say. So he said the mandatory thing, "Room 8. Ah, keep it quiet now."

In spite of his revulsion, now Erik did laugh. This whole thing was so comical. He felt more like a human then a 'mutant' then he had in years. All of his work and ambition didn't matter right now. He just wanted to make love to this extremely hairy man and have a good time.

Logan took his hand and led him to the room. A gush of stale air hit their faces when Logan opened the door. The place stunk from a lack of cleaning. The place probably had been a Mom and Pop operation at one time. The woman of the house probably passed away leaving the old man to do all of the dirty work which obviously wasn't his area of talent. The carpet was plastered flat to the floor from people going in and out and not bothering to wipe the snow and gunk of their boots. At the other end of room, the carpet was a dingy orange but on this side it was almost black. The wallpaper bubbled off the walls and in some places had come nearly half way off the wall. Erik didn't even dare took into the bathroom on his right.

"You actually paid money for this place?"

Logan smirked, "I told you it was a dump."

"Well, you understated. This is a hell hole."

"Been in worse."

"I find that so hard to believe."

"Believe it." Logan turned to the other man and grabbed his face to kiss him.

"No way. Not here!"

"Ya don't have a choice." Logan kissed him deeply, blocking his attempts at another protest. He moved his hands from Erik's face, down his back, and onto Erik's muscular ass. He pulled him forward and ground their groins together.

At this point, Erik's last thought was the room. He pushed Logan's jacket off his shoulders and let it land of the floor with a thud. He jumped when Logan's backpack dropped to the floor with a bang.

Logan, who wasted no time, began to tear at Erik's uniform, soon becoming frustrated when it proved to be complicated. Erik heard his claws unsheathed.

"No way. I need to walk out in this thing."

When Logan still came at him, he restrained him with a bit of power. He moved away and unsnapped and unzipped his costume with ease. Logan's breath became heavy as Erik stripped down to a pair of silk underwear. His thick erection strained inside of the strong fabric, demanding release. Erik's hard body rippled with muscle. For a man of his age, he was in extraordinary shape. His long white hair cascaded and just barely brushed against his tiny nipples. His silver chest hair, while not as thick as Logan's, covered this chest and made its way into Erik's underwear.

Erik kept a small amount of power on Logan and began to tease his own cock. He wanted to see how much control his Wolverine had. Erik smiled when Logan licked his lips and tried to move forward after only a few seconds. Logan could have easily moved against the invisible anchor on his body. But he seemed to like the act being played out in front of him too much to force himself.

Erik slipped his hand inside and pulled out his cock. He squeezed the tip and a little bit of pre-cum spilled out. He dipped his finger in the mix and with a circular motion began to massage it into his tip and down his erection to the base. He closed his eyes and began to aggressively pump himself to orgasm.

That set Logan off. He moved forward, pushed Erik's hand away and sucked on his entire length. Erik pumped as Logan held onto his ass. He deep throated him for less then a minute before Erik came to a shuddering climax. Logan swallowed every drop.

Erik sank down onto the floor sitting on his own uniform. He kissed Logan, tasting himself in Logan's mouth.

Logan slipped off his many shirts in between kisses and eased his pants down to his knees.

"No underwear?"

"No way. Too confining." Logan moved his jacket so that Erik could rest his upper body upon it.

Erik felt scared for a second. Logan instantly sensed his fear.

"I won't ever hurt you," Logan whispered as he positioned himself in between Erik's legs and began to loosen his opening with his prick. "Trust me."

"I trust you," Erik breathed.

His cock began to harden again from the stimulation at his entrance.

Logan's precum slicked the area and he began to move himself in and out, little by little. He stroked the length of Erik's cock, which quickly hardened once more. Logan's rough hand would normally had caused him to hide his possessions. But now the pain actually added to the experience.

Soon he didn't know where he ended and Logan began. Both men, unconsciously sensing each other's ques, exploded at the same time. Loan practically howled. Erik only whimpered as his body convulsed once again.

Logan collapsed onto his elbows, his energy temporally spent, and began to kiss and nibble Erik's sensitive neck. Erik moaned drowsily and combed his hands through Logan's think hair. Soon he moved to Erik's right side and lay down on his own side with his arm wrapped around the other man's waist. Then Erik heard the other man snoring. There was that reality thing again. But it really didn't bother him. He renewed his smile and tried not the think of the carpet underneath them.

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Erik pried at Logan's leg, trying to get him off the sleeve of his uniform without waking him. He was about to use a little power when luckily Logan shifted on his own. The man was much heavier then he looked and he looked darn heavy.

Erik silently got dressed. He turned to leave but thought better of it. He keeled down and kissed Logan lightly on the mouth. "I hope you find yourself."

Erik moved to the door and was about to reach for the knob when Logan spoke, "I'm gonna be looking for you. Be ready for me."

Erik smiled. "I hope you do." And left the room. He understood.

 

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