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Logan wanted to see Scott’s eyes.

Logan needed to know what they looked like and what color they were. Nobody knew, and the people who did—Jean—refused to tell him. She merely gave him a knowing smile and a pat on his back, like he was supposed to fucking know what they looked like.

Logan was going to go crazy.

He had never wondered about such little things about anybody. He wasn’t even sure what Kitty’s eye color was. He didn’t know Jubilee dyed her hair for a whole week until she asked him about it. It was just a slightly lighter shade, for fuck’s sake. 

And somehow—fucking somehow—he hadn’t been able to get his mind off Scott Summers’ eyes. It had been driving him mad for weeks.

It might have something to do with his feelings for Scott, though, not that it mattered. It shouldn’t matter. He was already suffering enough knowing he felt something other than hate for Scott fucking Summers; this was only making it worse.

Actually, the worst part was Jean walking past him while he was checking out Scott’s behind and letting out the loudest laugh before she said, “I knew it” two months ago. There were no secrets in this school, not when there were two telepaths and a bunch of nosy kids in school. 

He didn’t know how Marie knew about it either, but he knew it had something to do with Jubilee, Kitty, Bobby, and Kurt finding that out as well. Then, it was a pretty quick process for Ororo and Hank to know. 

Now everybody knew he wanted to know what Scott’s eyes were like. As a matter of fact, they were fucking betting on it. Marie was dead sure it would be green, and she had even suggested taking off her gloves for a while and accidentally touching Scott for long enough to see his eyes.

It was shitty that Logan had thought of the same thing. 

Logan blinked, cutting himself from the train of thoughts that had been bugging him for weeks. It brought him back to reality, only to slam him with the reason why he was fucking fixating on this in the first place.

He stared at Scott, who was standing at the kitchen counter, making himself a sandwich for breakfast. Logan’s eyes traced the hair that he just cut last week, to the back of his neck, to the fitting sweater he threw on for breakfast, and ultimately fell to the snug pair of jeans that wrapped around Scott’s ass perfectly. 

Damn Summers and his perfectly shaped ass.

He only tore his eyes away when the group of kids strolled into the room. 

“Oh, sandwich!” Kurt said, picking up the sandwich straight from the plate and taking the first bite as Scott stared at him. He froze halfway through with his mouth full of sandwich. “Oh, sorry, Mr. Summers. Is this yours?”

“I—it’s fine,” Scott said. “I can make another one.”

“You’re staring again,” a voice said—ringing in his mind, actually, and Logan growled under his breath.

“Get out of my head, Jean.”

“Sorry,” Jean said, patting his head from behind. “Your thought is just very loud.”

“Then cover your ears,” he muttered, and Jean snorted. 

“Scott, is that a new pair of jeans?” 

“Oh, yeah,” Scott said, giving Jean a brief smile. 

“Wow, Mr. Summers is buying something new? That’s big news,” Kitty said. “I think you have a bit of dirt on the back, though.”

“What?” he asked, turning his head to look at his own behind. “Where?”

“It’s right there on your ass.” Jubilee pointed with her finger. “Right, Logan?”

Logan growled low. Damned the kids.

“I don’t see anything,” he muttered.

“No, I’m pretty sure there’s something there,” Jean said, and the students hummed along with her in agreement.

“Maybe Logan can scrape it off with his claws,” Bobby helpfully suggested. 

“Oh, good idea!”

Before Logan could say no, and before Scott actually picked up on what the kids were insinuating, Hank barged into the room with a breathy laugh.

“I figured it out!”

Everyone turned to him, looking equally confused, except for Jean. Of course, she never fucking felt confused, knowing what everybody was thinking and all that. 

“I figured out what it is, I mean,” Hank said, lifting a silver collar in the air. 

“What’s that?”

“Are you into something we don’t know, Professor?” Kitty asked, and Hank flushed.

“No, that’s not—that is not what that is,” he said. “This is a collar.”

“Yeah, we can tell,” Logan said.

“What does it do?”

“Thank you, Kurt, for asking the right question here. This collar nullifies a mutant’s power,” he explained. “It doesn’t seem to be controlled by electricity, so there’s a chance it’s not like the inhibitor we’ve seen before, but it is similar. Once locked in place, the collar restrains us from using our powers, rendering mutants powerless.”

“Like Leech.”

“Yeah, but it’s now made into a collar.”

“Leech was made into a collar?”

“No. No, I mean, now people have found a way to restrain our power that won’t require another mutant. Or electricity.”

“And we won’t get hurt?”

“Precisely.”

“Where did you get it?” Jubilee asked.

“Our previous mission. Scott took this after Stryker’s men got the collar off a dead mutant. I wanted to find out if the collar killed that mutant or Stryker did. If we could activate and deactivate it, there’s hope that we can figure out a way to deactivate all of them when we come to Stryker’s base again.”

“Did you? Figure it out?” Marie said, eyes fixed on the collar in Hank’s hand.

“Yeah. I did. Took me a week, but I did it,” Hank said, holding a small device that looked like a remote. He pointed it at the collar, pressing on the button. 

When it clicked open, all the students gasped. Then, Hank went on to explain how he managed to activate it. It was a long and boring speech, regarding something about frequency and signal that Logan didn’t bother to tune in to. The rest of them seemed invested in it, though. Especially Marie.

“So far, there’s no evidence that this collar kills mutants. It only restrains them.”

“Can we try it?” Marie asked, and Bobby gave her a questioning look. “Just for a second.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” She nodded, taking the collar from Hank’s hand. “It won’t kill me, right?”

“I don’t think so. And as soon as I figure out how to deactivate everything at once, we could go back and release all the mutants there.”

Logan’s eyes flitted to Marie, who tentatively put the collar around her neck. Kitty held her hair up, and the collar clicked in place. 

Nothing seemed to change, not until Marie pulled her gloves off and Hank pressed another button on the remote. The collar beeped.

“Okay, it’s on,” Hank said.

“Can I—”

“Oh, yeah,” Bobby said, as though already reading her mind. He stepped forward with a smile. “This is sort of exciting for some reason.”

Marie flashed him a smile in return, lifting a careful hand to his face. When it touched his cheek, Bobby flinched and squeezed his eyes shut in response, bracing himself for what had happened many times before. 

Jubilee was the first one to squeal. 

“Oh my god! It worked!” 

Bobby opened his eyes, staring at Marie and at the hand on his cheek. The smiles widened on both of their faces, and Kitty jumped in to hug Marie first, for once, without the fear of having her power—and her life—absorbed entirely. 

As Logan looked at the group of students, filled with joy from the capability of the collar, he noticed Scott looking at them. Quiet and stoic as usual. He wished he could see what was behind those eyes. 

Maybe that collar could do something about that.

Logan shook his head, taking another sip of his beer.

“Isn’t it a little too early for a beer?” 

He looked up, meeting Scott’s eyes as the other guy bit into his sandwich. Logan said, “Isn’t it a little too early for you to be on my ass, Slim?”

“It’s never too early to be on your ass.”

“Never too late for beer, either,” he said. “It’s breakfast.”

“You’re gonna kill yourself before the adamantium poisoning will,” Scott said.

“Worried about me, sweetheart?”

Scott let out a huff of breath, and Logan had a feeling he had just rolled his eyes at his words. The thought made Logan smile. Briefly, because that was all he allowed himself to feel for Scott Summers. That was it.

“Mr. Summers, you should wear this!”

That was when Scott turned his head, giving Jubilee a strange look after what she had said, like it was the weirdest suggestion one could ever make. Ever.

“Why would I do that?” 

“Oh, I—I just thought it’d be fun,” Jubilee said, looking at her friends for help when Scott raised his eyebrows in complete bafflement. “I mean, you’re kinda like Marie. Your power is always on.”

“What’s bad about it?”

“It’s not bad, Mr. Summers. We just thought it’d be nice if you don’t have to wear your glasses or visor all the time,” Marie said, taking off the collar and slowly recoiling from her friends’ grasps before she put on the gloves. “It was nice to put this on for a while, you know? It’s fun.”

“No, I don’t know, kids,” Scott said. “We should not tamper with evidence to begin with, especially for fun.”

“Oh, come on, Mr. Summers!” Kitty said, immediately wincing when they saw Scott’s expression harden. She took a step behind Kurt, just for Kurt to disappear and reappear behind her again. “I mean, like, we’re just curious to see you without your glasses for once.”

“You’ve seen it plenty of times.”

“With you opening your eyes, that’s what she meant,” Bobby said, and Scott pressed his lips together.

He walked towards Marie, extending his hand. “I’ll bring this back for Hank.”

“I’m still here,” Hank said.

“I’m aware,” Scott said. “No students are allowed near this thing until Hank figures out if it actually kills mutants.”

“Well, actually, I don’t think it really kills—”

“Hank.”

His voice was firm, sounding like a true leader, which managed to make even the beast quiet. Hank nodded and stayed in his spot as Scott left through the door.

Logan brought the beer with him as he followed Scott blindly out into the hallway. Nobody followed them. Except for a confused Hank, who was dragged back by Ororo on the way out to the garden.

He fell into an easy walk with Scott in front of him. In this light, the jeans really hugged Scott’s backside well. Logan found himself staring until a pair of red visors turned to stare back at him.

“Are you following me, Logan?”

“When did you get so fucking arrogant?” he said, and a ghost of a smile flashed across Scott’s lips before he turned his head back to look at the hallway before them. 

“Takes one to know one,” he replied. “It’s a normal observation. You’re following me. You’ve been following me, you just think I don’t know it.”

Well, fuck, he knows.  

Logan shouldn’t think it was a big deal, but maybe Scott Summers knew more than he let on. The guy was pretty damned smart.

“We’re in the same school. There’s only so many fucking places you can go,” was what Logan said instead. “Guess that makes me a stalker now?”

“I guess it does.”

Logan huffed out a breathy laugh. “I’m not following you, Slim.” A lie. “We just happen to fucking go in the same direction.” Another lie. “You think everybody wanna stalk you just to look at your ass?” Yet another lie.

This time, Scott stopped in front of the door to the lab, tilting his head to the side as he spoke up.

“I don’t think I’ve mentioned my ass.”

“Just a normal observation.”

The corner of Scott’s lips twitched, and he said, “So you’re going to the lab the same time I am?”

“Guess I am.”

“What do you even need in the lab?”

“Do I need to tell you every fucking thing I’m doing? We’re not fucking married.”

Scott scoffed, murmuring something under his breath that Logan couldn’t catch.

“What did you say?”

“I said, that’s right,” Scott replied, turning his head and walking into the room as the doors opened for them. “We aren’t. We’d have had a divorce the second we were, anyway.”

“Oh, thinking about getting married to me now?”

“About divorcing you.”

“Gotta get married before that, bub. Why don’t we take it step by step?” Logan said, flashing Scott a grin when the red visor stared back at him, shining brightly. Hell, Scott wasn’t even fucking blinking. 

After a while, Scott said, “Get on your knees first.”

Logan’s stomach rumbled, a possessive growl bubbling in his throat as the threat that sounded much like a challenge to him. He would do it. If he was crazy enough. 

“Isn’t it one knee?”

Scott shrugged. “I kind of want to see you beg.”

He laughed. “I’d like to see you do that first.” Underneath me.  

The smile on Scott’s face faded, just enough for Logan to see the rising pink flush on his cheeks. If he blushed any harder, he’d be as red as his visor. He was sort of fucking adorable like that.

Logan swallowed the fire that started in the pit of his stomach and instead pushed the words out of him to say, “I think you’d look nice with it on.”

“With what?” he asked, and Logan gestured with his hand at the collar in Scott’s grasp. “Oh.”

“You don’t think so, Slim?”

“I think either you have a kink seeing me restrained or you think this collar will be the only way you’re gonna win a fight against me.”

Logan definitely wanted to choose the first one, but the second one was just as tempting for his ego to respond. “You think you can win? In general?”

“I could blast your wolf ass to the other side of this room if I wanted to, Wolverine,” Scott said. “I just choose not to.”

“How fucking kind of you,” Logan grumbled. “I don’t think you’d be able to win even without the collar, Summers.”

This time, Scott laughed. “Even you know you’re lying to yourself, Logan.”

“You sure about that, Slim?”

Scott’s visor flickered, turning slimmer like he was squinting his eyes at Logan. Then, he said, “Why do you want to see me wear this so much?”

“Why don’t you wanna wear it?”

“Well, why don’t you wear it?”

“I’m gonna fucking die, Summers.”

“Right,” Scott murmured. “Adamantium.”

“But you’re not gonna, so why don’t you?”

Scott clutched the collar in his hand, looking at it for a moment. He shrugged and said, “It feels wrong. I don’t know. To be someone I’m not anymore. Like I’m just normal.”

“It’s just for a while. I think it’s called play pretend, Slim.”

“I got no reason to do it. At least Marie has a few.”

“What about seeing your eyes?” Logan said, and immediately regretted those words, the second Scott’s eyes flitted up to look at him.

“What?”

“Never mind.”

“No, you said the same things they did.”

“Who?”

“Oh, don’t act like you haven’t noticed whenever I’m there, the kids are always whispering something about eyes. In class. In the kitchen. During dinners. I thought they just wanted to get an eye exam!” he said. “They stared at me the whole time whenever I took off my glasses to clean them. They could not be that curious about cleaning. Have you seen their dorms?” 

Logan snorted, taking a sip of his beer. “The kids make a good point, is all I’m saying.”

“I don’t see what the problem is.”

“I think Kitty mentioned she had never seen your eyes once since she started here.”

 Actually, Logan thought that, but Kitty probably wouldn’t mind taking the fall for it.

“Because I’m a mutant.”

“Who can’t turn off his powers. I think the kids are just curious, Slim.” Not just them.

“Curious to see my eyes, Logan?” 

“Bet you don’t even remember what your eyes are like.”

“I remember what they’re like,” Scott said, tightening his grip around the collar. 

“Yeah? What’s your eye color?”

“Why do you care?” 

Logan held back a sigh. He was so close. “I don’t,” he said blankly. “The kids do. I’m just here for my—” He looked around the lab, grabbing the clean syringe from the table. “This.”

“What do you even use that for?”

“I’m doing drugs.”

Scott stared at him as Logan walked away.

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Doing drugs. What the hell was he thinking when he said that?

Granted, it was a solid reason, but he could have grabbed anything else. Anything. Like that damned book Hank had been reading for the past few weeks.

He chugged down the last of his beer, crumpling up the can and tossing it into the garbage can outside next to the porch swing. He looked up at the night sky, wondering if Scott had actually believed his words. Summers wasn’t that gullible. He might have known. He might have known what Logan felt about him already. Logan wasn’t exactly subtle about it. 

Although he might be giving Scott too much credit. The guy didn’t even know the students were betting on him, so there was that. Logan didn’t smell anything off him, either, which could be a good sign that he hadn’t figured it out yet. 

Logan groaned, rubbing a hand over his face and squeezing his eyes shut when he couldn’t stop thinking about Cyclops. Fucking Cyclops. How pathetic did he have to be to be wondering about that guy in the dead of the night?

Even the kids, mainly Marie, had told him that he was acting like a teenager with a boy crush. Out of all the fucking jokes she had told him, that was, by far, the fucking worst.

In the end, he forced himself to stop fantasizing about Summers and how great he would look in bed and pushed himself onto his feet to return to his room. He had had enough to drink, and drinking combined with fantasizing about Scott fucking Summers only led to two things: a cold shower or jerking off again, which would lead to the shower anyway. 

This was what he got for fixating on a man. 

Scott Summers, no less. Out of everyone, he had to pick the most tight-ass, ridiculous man whose eyes he couldn’t even see.

Jesus fucking Christ.

He returned to the corridor through the kitchen, dragging himself to the stairs when a voice echoed in his head.

“Logan.”

“Get out of my head, Jean. You don’t wanna see what’s going on.”

“Can’t be worse than what I’ve seen,” Jean said, her voice soft in his head. “Are you going back to bed?”

“You my mom now, Jean?”

She laughed, then said, “Can you grab something for me at the lab?”

“What?”

“My notebook,” Jean said. “I need to work on this issue I’ve been researching.”

“Can’t you use literally any other notebook in your own room?”

“No, because I had my old equations there.”

“Can’t you wave your hand and have the book fly to you?”

“No, because you’re my friend, and I’m asking you nicely to help me before I make you slip on the freshly mopped floor.”

“What fl—fucking—” Logan cursed, tripping on air as he stumbled forward. He growled. “Fuck you, Jean.”

“Been there, done that. Unfortunately. Now, would you just get it for me?”

“Whatever. Get out of my head.”

“Thank you, Logan.”

He waved his hand in dismissal, and, finally, the voice stopped talking in his mind. He had had enough of her and Charles speaking to him already. Maybe he could consider asking Magneto for a helmet like his.

Logan got in the elevator, finding himself heading to the lab and halting in his steps once his nose scrunched up. He sniffed in the air and cursed at Jean for pulling this shit again. 

Scott was here.

Standing in front of the lab, he contemplated going in. He could just walk back to his room; it would be easy. But if Jean wanted him here, there had to be a reason. 

And before he could decide for himself, the door, slowly and steadily enough not to make any sounds, was pulled open like it were being controlled by a particular telekinesis in the school.

Inside, Scott was standing next to the table, his back facing Logan, and he was holding the collar in his hands. 

Oh, so this is what it is.

Jean wanted him to see this. Probably wanted him to be a part of him, too. And maybe, for some fucked-up reason, she thought he could get Cyclops to remove his glasses and put the collar on. She wouldn’t be wrong to think that Logan wanted it too.

He cocked his head to the side, watching Scott fidget with the collar. He grazed his finger along the edge, taking in deep breaths like he was considering putting it on. Maybe the kids really got to him. 

Scott brought his hand to the sunglasses he was wearing, brushing his fingertips over the frames. Logan knew the kid wanted to put it on. He just needed a bit more of a nudge. 

“Want me to put that on for you?”

Just as he expected, Scott whirled around, startled by his voice, and he stumbled back against the table, dropping the collar on the surface. 

“Didn’t mean to scare ya,” he said, stepping into the room as the door finally closed behind him. He quietly told Jean to get out of his mind in hopes she would actually leave them some time alone. “What do you got there?”

“Nothing,” Scott said. “What are you doing here?”

“Gotta fetch something.”

“Your drugs?”

Logan huffed out a breathy laugh. “Yeah, sure.”

“You know, you shouldn’t have to make me tell you that doing drugs is bad. Especially when you’re staying on school property with children all around. I don’t want to have to confiscate those. And I don’t even want to know what you’re using, Logan.”

“I’m fine,” he said, waving his hand in dismissal. “Don’t think you can distract me from what you were doing, Slim.”

“What was I doing?”

“Trying the collar on.”

“I was not.”

“Thought you were a better liar than that, bub.”

Scott scowled, folding his arms over his chest. “I was just examining it.”

“Right.”

“I wasn’t trying it on,” Scott reasoned, as if he knew Logan didn’t believe him. 

“What’s the big deal with trying it on, anyway?”

“I—it’s just,” Scott trailed off, lifting his shoulders in a defeated shrug. “It doesn’t matter. I’m not putting it on me just so the kids can see my eyes.”

“Not just for the kids. You can see your own eyes for once,” he said, walking towards Scott.

“I can see my eyes fine.”

“Without the laser beams.”

“They’re not laser—” Scott breathed in deeply, turning away. “God, talking to you is infuriating.”

“Thanks. It’s one of my many talents.”

“To piss me off?”

“Sure, that, and to get your panties in a twist.”

Scott scoffed. “You’d have to be a lot more insufferable to get my panties in a twist, Logan.”

“Is that a challenge?” he asked, stopping in front of Scott, flashing him a grin. 

“It’s not, Logan.”

“Fuck, and here I thought I’d get the chance to see your panties,” he said, and Scott stared at him, lips parting slightly open in shock. “In a twist. And all that.”

Scott looked away, cheeks turning slightly coral. Well, he wouldn’t look particularly bad in panties, not if he blushed so prettily like that. Logan could just imagine him on his stomach, ass perched up in the air, spreading himself open.

“What?”

Logan looked back up at Scott’s eyes. “What?”

“You were staring. And not at my eyes.”

He cleared his throat, shrugging. “Just thinking that the kids weren’t wrong,” he said, reaching for the collar. “The collar wouldn’t be that bad. You’re just dramatic, Slim.”

“I’m not dramatic,” he said. “I just think it’s stupid to give up my mutation to be a normal human. It’s boring.”

“It’s just for five minutes.”

“It’s wrong.”

“It’s hot,” Logan said, then instantly regretted it as he saw the red light flicker brighter at him. “I mean, it’d be nice.”

“That’s not what you said.” Scott pointed out.

“Pretty sure that’s what I said.”

“No, no. You said it’s hot.”

“I said it’s nice. Don’t know where you got that from, Slim.”

“You said—are you gaslighting me?” he said, shoving at Logan’s shoulder. “You said it’s hot!”

“It slipped, all right? It’s a mistake.”

Scott was staring at him again, and fuck, he wished he could see his eyes, just to figure out what the kid might be thinking about.

“Oh, I get it,” Scott muttered after a moment of total silence.

“What?”

“You want to see my eyes too!”

Now it was Logan’s turn to let out a scoff of breath. A smile flashed across Scott’s face. Full of triumph.

“I’m right! You do wanna see my eyes!”

“I don’t.”

“Is that it? You want to see them just like the kids?”

“I don’t, Slim.”

“You do. That’s why you’ve been fixating on this! You want it! You want me!” Scott said, and then his shoulders tensed up. He added, “To put the collar on. I mean, to see my eyes. Stuff.”

Logan, embarrassed and busted, decided to do what he did best. 

Flee the scene.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, bub. I’m going to bed,” he said, and turned to leave the room.

“You didn’t even get whatever you came here for.”

“Don’t need it anymore.”

He strolled to the door, his heart hammering so loudly in his chest he was sort of fucking relieved that Scott didn’t have heightened hearing. All he wanted to do was to go back to his own room, maybe drink a few more beers from his secret stash under the bed, smoke a few cigars until his tongue tasted bitter, and go to sleep. Not after jerking off to Scott Summers again. Probably.

“Logan.”

He didn’t stop walking, despite the oddly vulnerable voice coming from Scott.

“Logan!” Scott called for him again. 

He promptly ignored it.

“Logan, would you please just collar me?” 

Well, that got Logan to fucking stop in his tracks. He turned on his heels, meeting the beaming red eyes from the other side of the room. 

Scott was standing there, clutching so tightly at the collar that his knuckles turned white. His throat bobbed when Logan raised his eyebrows.

“What did you just say?”

“Do you—” Scott trailed off, shrugging his shoulders. “Want to, I don’t know, put it on me?”

“Put what on you?”

“The—the thing. Look, you clearly heard it the first time.”

“Maybe I didn’t,” Logan said, already walking back to Scott like he was a magnet sucking him in. “You know, my hearing is getting a little bad these days. Old age and all.”

Scott squinted his eyes, or at least Logan thought he did, since the light was slightly narrowed. He huffed out a breath and said, “Would you put the thing on?”

“What?”

“Would you just collar me up, you—” Scott cut himself off and bit down on his lower lip. Then, his shoulders slouched and he muttered, “Would you just put this on me?”

If Logan was shocked, he tried not to show it. He was reveling in the satisfaction of listening to Scott Summers begging him repeatedly to collar him. Fuck if that wasn’t enough to sate Logan for a few good nights from now on.

“Why?” he asked, because he couldn’t seem that excited yet.

“I just figured—to be safe, like, I wouldn’t want to blow this whole place up if the collar doesn’t work.”

“It does. Didn’t you see Rogue? Or Kitty. She tried to run into walls the second she got it on.”

“She what?” Scott asked, eyes flashing red. “Is she okay?”

“Bruised like a peach, but she’s happy. For God knows why.”

“Okay, just—will you just help me? I’m terrified here.”

“All right, kid. Jesus. It’s not gonna kill you.”

“I’m not afraid of that. I’m afraid I’d kill the whole school.”

“You’re not gonna kill anybody. You want me to put it on to try?”

“No. You’re going to die,” Scott said, heaving a breath and shoving the collar into his hands. “I’ll wear it. I just have to—stop worrying that I will destroy my whole family up there.”

“I’m family?”

“I said up there, didn’t I?” he said, flashing Logan a shit-eating smug grin, and Logan wanted to wipe it off so fucking much. With what, though, he was unsure.

Logan grabbed Scott by the front of his shirt and yanked him forward, sending the guy stumbling on his feet until he crashed against Logan. Now he was the one grinning.

“Come on, show me your neck,” he said, and Scott mumbled something under his breath about Logan being a brute before rolling down the collar of his turtleneck. “Take your shirt off.”

“What? Why?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugged. Maybe he just wanted to see Scott stripped of his clothes with a collar in front of him. Preferably on his knees, too, but that was wishful thinking. “The collar will work better like that?”

“Is this collar not going to work if I wear a turtleneck?”

“Look, you see those kids with those collars on them. Did they wear your fucking overpriced turtleneck?” 

“It’s not overpriced, it’s perfectly priced.”

“For a rich kid.”

“I think we’re getting off topic here,” Scott said. “Are you saying I have to take my shirt off?”

“If you want to.” Because fuck, did Logan want to.

Scott looked at him, his gaze falling to the collar, then he sighed and grabbed the hems of his shirt, pulling it off his head and tossing it to the floor. 

All the training really, really was fucking worth it. Toned muscles, slightly tanned, with a trail of hair leading down his groin and disappearing under his jeans. His pink, pert nipples.

“Logan,” Scott said, and Logan’s eyes flitted up to him. “My neck is up here.”

“Right,” Logan said, looking down at the collar. “How does this open?”

“Oh, yeah, with this.”

Scott picked up the remote, pressing the same button Hank had earlier that day, and the collar clicked open in his hands. 

“Nervous?” he asked, lifting the collar aloft.

“Worried about me?”

“Just thought if you needed a hug,” Logan said, “then I’ll call ‘Ro in.”

Scott snorted. “Yeah, everybody knows you’re not a great hugger.”

“I’m a fantastic fucking hugger, bub. You just haven’t had a taste of it yet.”

“Maybe. Only because you’re always so hot,” Scott said, clearing his throat. “Your skin. I mean.”

Logan hummed, letting the silence stretch out as he put the collar around Scott’s pretty throat. He needed to focus on this moment, to truly savor it and let the image etch in his mind. 

He pushed the hair on Scott’s nape away, just in case it might get stuck as the collar clicked in place. The silver thing covered Scott’s neck prettily, like it was meant to be there. Like he was meant to do this. His hands were still on Scott’s neck, seemingly refusing to let go.

Their eyes met, and Scott let out a shaky breath. “I’m still seeing red.”

“It’s not on yet, Slim,” he said. “Press the other button.”

Scott obeyed, which was rare of him, and though the light shining through the sunglasses didn’t completely disappear, it was flickering and simmering down.

He brought his hand to Scott’s face, and Scott instantly grabbed his wrist. He asked, “Are you sure it’s on?”

“Pretty sure, bub. Would you just trust me?”

Scott swallowed, loosening his grip and dropping his hand to his side. He looked down, chin ducked, and Logan tilted his head up, gently pulling his glasses off him. 

“Behave now,” Logan said, a low growl emitting from his throat anyway as Scott’s eyes were squeezed shut. “Open your eyes, Scott.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Want me to knock the disobedience out of ya?”

“Fine,” Scott muttered, slowly opening his eyes, and Logan’s breath hitched when the red flared at him. 

And slowly dimmed down until it was gone, replaced entirely by the earthy, sunken, and penetrating brown eyes. They were wide and deep, staring back at him and making Logan feel like he was sucked right back into quicksand, and this was the kind of trap he wanted to die in. 

His lashes were long and curled, the pupils were completely black, surrounded by deep brown irises, and they were more illuminating than the red optic beams ever were. Scott’s eyes were beautiful, just as he was, just as Logan expected.

And, fuck, why did Scott Summers have to be fucking perfect?

“Holy fuck,” Logan murmured, and Scott’s eyes instantly fixated on him. It was fucking mesmerizing.

“What? What? Are my eyes red?” he asked, hands coming up to touch his own cheeks, though there was still some hesitation in his movements.

“No, they’re—” Beautiful? Enchanting? It was getting Logan fucking enamored and hard? “They’re brown.”

“Oh,” Scott murmured, shoulders seemingly slouching in relaxation. “Right, yeah, my eyes are brown. I remember that.”

“Do you?”

“Of course. I just—haven’t seen them in a while.” He shrugged, then a small, excited smile flashed across his face. “How are they?”

“Fucking gorgeous,” Logan said, then cleared his throat. “I mean, normal.”

“That’s not what you said.”

“Jesus, who the fuck is the one with the heightened hearing here?” 

At that, Scott huffed out a breathy laugh, and Logan’s heart wanted to break out of his ribs and jump into Scott’s hands. He had crinkles at the corners of his eyes when he laughed. Fuck. Logan should have known that. 

“So you think my eyes are gorgeous?”

“Your eyes are fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, because I wasn’t,” Scott said. “Since, you know, you’re still caressing my face.”

Logan widened his eyes and stared at Scott, who had his lips pressed tightly together. Like he said, Logan’s hands were indeed cupping his face, his thumbs stroking his cheekbones. When did he start fucking petting Scott? 

“I wasn’t fucking caressing your face,” he said defensively. Maybe a little too defensive, based on the way Scott smiled at him knowingly.

“You are still doing it.”

“Well, you got a fucking problem with it?”

Scott shrugged. “I don’t know. Your hands are warm,” he said. “And I’m freezing because you made me take my sweater off.”

“Your turtleneck is fucking hideous anyway.”

“Hey, I got myself that.”

“Jesus, that’s even more pathetic.”

“Shut up,” Scott said, grabbing at Logan’s wrists and trying to tug them off his face, but Logan wasn’t budging an inch. “Stop looking at me.”

“You fucking stop first.”

“Well, excuse me for staring. I haven’t seen you like this before.”

“What do you mean, haven’t seen me like this before?”

Scott huffed annoyingly, hands still wrapped around his wrists. He shrugged. “You’re red.”

“What?”

“I mean, all I see is red. All the time. The ruby-quartz—”

“Right, yeah. So you see everyone in red all the time?”

“Yeah, and so, you don’t look red anymore. It’s not just your first time seeing me, it’s my first time seeing you, too,” Scott said, sounding weirdly too shy for some fucking reason. 

“Yeah?”

“Everything was red before, obviously, but now, well, your eyes are—”

“You never knew my eye color?”

“Of course. I took a few guesses. Between hazel and blue, but I guess, I guess I just went with blue,” Scott said, looking directly at Logan. “And I was right.”

“You made a bet on my eye color?”

“Like you didn’t make one about mine.” Scott scoffed. “Come on, you weren’t the king of subtlety either, Logan.”

“How the fuck did you know?”

“Well, for starters, the kids are always giggling when you and I happen to be in the same room. Especially Jubilee. And remember that time Kurt teleported into the kitchen and accidentally bumped into us, so I literally fell into your arms? That wasn’t even the most obvious one.”

“And what’s the most obvious one?”

“That was going to be my second point,” Scott said. “You’re always checking my ass out.”

Logan laughed. “You’ve got that all wrong, pretty boy.”

“Yeah, that too. The names. I was fine with Slim, but the new ones are something else. And to point out another obvious thing, your hands are still on my face.”

“Right,” Logan said, finally dropping his hands for once. 

Scott’s arms returned to his side, not shielding his body in the slightest. The guy wasn’t shy about his physique. He worked out, like, fucking every day. In front of Logan, too. Well, in the gym or outside the garden, so it was still very much in Logan’s view.

“It looks good on you,” he muttered.

“Being collared?”

“Something like that.”

Scott snorted. “There you go again, being super subtle, Logan.”

“Fuck off.”

“You fuck off.”

“Oh, real mature, Slim.”

“Talk about mature. Who was the one to steal my lunch yesterday?”

“You gonna hold that against me forever?” he asked, poking at Scott’s chest and taking a step closer.

“Gonna hold it until I have something else to use against you,” Scott retorted, stepping towards him. “Like last night, when you swiped my feet during training. That was stupid.”

“It was a joke.”

“That could have gotten us killed if we weren’t in training.”

“Oh, would you fuck off with that already? I knew we weren’t fucking outside.”

“Do you? Because all you seem to do is tease and tease everybody, not knowing when to be serious at all, like a goddamn brute.”

“That’s rich coming from you, condescending tight-ass.”

“Socially inept imbecile!”

“Ass-kissing nerd.”

“Barbarian asshole.”

“Spoiled brat,” he growled, and Scott stared back at him, nostrils flaring. 

Heat radiated from both of them, and when Scott lunged forward, Logan met him halfway there to close the distance between them. 

Their lips met roughly, slotting together, and Logan grabbed Scott’s face, pushing him back against the table. Scott stumbled on his feet, swatting his hand across the surface. Something fell to the floor. Neither of them bothered to pull away and pick it up. 

Usually, kisses were supposed to be gentle; at least that was how the kids described them every time they watched some cheesy movies. With Scott, it was all teeth and tongue, pushing and pulling at each other, gripping clothes and biting on lips. It was fucking addicting. 

His hands wandered along Scott’s flanks, yanking at his belt to pull him closer. Their crotches were flushed against each other, and the friction didn’t help the noises they were making to be any quieter. 

If Scott’s eyes were already beautiful, his moans were a sin. Breathy, needy gasps left his lips, and Logan swallowed them all, consumed by lust to have Scott fucking Summers all to himself. They didn’t break apart unless it was for air, and just for a second, before their lips found their way back to each other again. 

“Logan,” Scott murmured breathlessly, tearing at his tank top with his hands, roaming across Logan’s body exploratively. “Logan. Logan, come on.”

He didn’t know what Scott was begging for, but he’d be damned if he said he didn’t want to go to heaven and hell just to make Scott’s wish happen. He’d do anything for this boy, and he’d die for it if he could. 

Logan pulled away first, with Scott chasing for another kiss, but he soon gave that up when Logan latched his mouth on his neck and sucked. Scott threw his head back, stumbling further against the metal trolley and grabbing at Logan’s clothes to steady himself.

He growled into Scott’s collarbone, teeth grazing against his skin when Scott found his way to his crotch and cupped over the bulge that was straining his jeans. Both of their hearts were pounding, blood rushing from the excitement, not to mention the obvious arousal that was in no way hiding itself. 

Combing his hand into Scott’s soft, brown hair, he yanked his head back, staring into Scott’s eyes and his blown-up pupils. The guy was panting, lips swollen, eyes glazed. 

There was no hesitation in the kiss that came next. Scott moaned into it. They both did. And Scott undid Logan’s belt with fumbling hands. 

Logan wanted Scott, and Scott wanted him right back.

Did he? Or was he simply vulnerable enough at this moment to rely on Logan? He was restrained in his power. He was stripped bare. Raw. He was human. And there Logan was, taking advantage of him when he was feeling this fragile. 

Jean would have his life if she found out. 

Logan forced himself to tear away from Scott’s damned addicting lips, and he had meant to stop, really, but then Scott was falling onto his knees, and Logan stopped breathing.

He knelt before Logan, brown eyes looking up at him, pleading, as he unzipped Logan’s jeans. God, the sight was to die for. Logan would risk his own life again for something like this. To see Scott Summers on his knees in front of him, licking his lower lip as he cupped a hand on his cock. 

But he couldn’t do this to him. To Jean. Or to anyone else here. There he went again, doing stupid shit and not giving a shit about what anyone thought. He was being selfish, and he would hurt Scott for this. 

He couldn’t do that. Not again.

So Logan grabbed Scott’s hand and gently nudged it away. Scott’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, lips parting when Logan turned on his heels to walk away. 

Something died in the air between them, Logan was sure. Scott didn’t call after him, but he didn’t move from his spot either; at least that was what Logan saw from the corner of his eye as he left the room.

Chapter Text

Logan made a mistake, and he sure was aware of it.

Not that everyone let him forget about it. Especially Jean, since the first thing she did when he got in the kitchen in the morning was send a glare his way. Hank clicked his tongue when he walked into the lab. And Storm shook her head in exasperation when Scott kept his distance in the Danger Room.

Logan made a mistake, and everyone made damn sure he knew it.

Except Scott. 

He might seem normal during training. He still gave Logan orders, he still acted like everything was fine, but he never once looked Logan in the eye. He had stopped wearing the collar, obviously, and for once, Logan felt a sinking feeling in his stomach that he couldn’t know what Summers was thinking about, what was behind those eyes of his.

Nothing good about Logan, he guessed.

Outside the training room, Scott didn’t ignore him, but he didn’t bicker with Logan as much as he did before. He just sort of walked out of the room whenever they talked for over ten seconds. It was strange. Logan didn’t like it.

Logan groaned, rubbing his face with his hand, ignoring the footsteps that approached him and the scent of lavender and coconut. 

Rogue sat down on the stool next to him, popping open a can of what supposedly would be a soda, and took a sip of it without saying anything.

“Not in the mood to talk, Marie,” he muttered under his breath. She let out a hum.

“Not in the mood to talk, either. I’m just thirsty.”

“And you won’t say anything?”

“Not a thing.”

“Good.”

He lifted his head and nursed the beer in his hand, tapping his finger against the neck and watching droplets of water land on the kitchen counter. It was quiet. He could hear Rogue’s breathing. Her heart beating. Anxious. Excited. He wasn’t sure.

“Fucking hell, Rogue, just spill!” he said, more or less snapping at her, but she didn’t flinch in the slightest. “You’re doing it again.”

“Sorry, wasn’t aware I was breathing that loud,” she said, turning her head to grin at him like she knew exactly what she was doing. “What gave it away this time? I swear I didn’t tap my hand.”

“Your heartbeat.”

“Oh,” Marie murmured. “That’d be a dead giveaway, yeah.”

“What do you want?”

“To talk.”

“I told you I’m not in the mood to talk.”

“I am, so you can shut up and listen,” she said, smacking his arm as soon as she finished. He growled, and she pointed a finger at him, making him lower his own voice. “Don’t you snarl at me, Wolverine. You listen to me, don’t be a stupid asshole.”

“What the fuck did I do?” he said, and she rolled her eyes.

“Let me see, I think it had something to do with whatever you did to Mr. Summers.”

“We didn’t do anything.”

“Aha! So there’s a ‘we’!” She grinned brightly. “Now I know you definitely did something to him.”

“I didn’t.”

“I’ve known you long enough, Logan. Even if I can’t listen to your heartbeat or your breathing, I still know what you’re thinking. Or I can guess it.” She shrugged. “You have a tell. A few, actually.”

“What are those?”

“Do you think I’m dumb enough to tell you what your tell is?” Marie scoffed. “I’m not you.”

“Kid—”

“Okay, I know. I’ll just get to the point. Calm down,” she said, folding her arms on the counter and releasing a sigh. “What did you do, Logan?”

“Again, I didn’t fucking do anything.”

“You’d better fess up before I tell you what I know.”

“Jesus, does everyone in this school fucking gossip?” he muttered under his breath and chugged down his beer. 

“Not really, but we have a few telepaths and a girl who runs through walls, who also just loves to take walks around the school at night,” she said, dragging out her words like she was feeding him breadcrumbs and he was supposed to see it. 

“Kitty fucking saw us?”

“Aha! So there’s an ‘us’!” 

“Marie, I swear to—”

“Obviously, she did!” Marie said, and that managed to get Logan’s heart in his throat. When did Kitty see them? How—not how; he knew how. And how much did she see?

“Nothing happened.”

“Oh, really? Because Kitty was sure she saw you leaving the lab at midnight, and when she went in to see what’s in there, there he was, a half-naked Mr. Summers with—”

“Okay, all right. I fucking know what happened.”

“Aha! So something did happen!”

“You gotta really fucking stop with that, kid.”

Marie smiled, shifting closer as her knees poked at Logan’s thighs. “Come on, tell me what happened. You know you want to. It’s eating you.”

“It’s really not.”

“You tell me everything! Remember when you told me you had a crush on Mr. Summers?”

“Okay, first, I didn’t fucking tell you that. You just guessed it.”

“And I was right.”

He swiftly ignored that and said, “And fucking second, I don’t have a fucking crush on Slim. We aren’t fucking teenagers.”

“Oh, so then you’re in love with him.”

He winced at her words. Love sounded big. It sounded committed. It sounded like the very thing Logan had been trying to run away from for all those years.

“I’m not.”

“You really have to pick one, Logan. You’re not crushing on him, you’re not in love with him, the next thing you know, you’ll deny that you want to sleep with him.”

“I don’t want to—”

“See!” Marie said, clicking her tongue. “You’re in denial, Logan. You should get that fixed.”

“Yeah, let’s add that to the list of problems I need fixing,” he said, letting out a chuckle as he got off the stool.

“Sure, what about your coping mechanism being running away on Mr. Summers’s bike every time things overwhelm you a little bit?”

He stopped in his steps, looked over his shoulder, and Marie smiled at him.

“Sit down. I’m not finished.”

With a groan, he sat back on the stool. For some fucking reason. She wasn’t a telepath. She was just a damn kid. A kid who was very convincing when she needed to be.

Marie sighed softly, placing her hand on his forearm. The smile faded on her lips, replaced by the genuine concern flashing across her face.

“Why did you leave?” she asked. Plain and simple. 

“How did you expect me to fucking stay?”

“I don’t know. You were enjoying it?” Rogue asked, raising her eyebrows. Logan rolled his eyes. “Come on. I don’t even have to be in that room to know that’s how you and Scott felt.”

“Is it April Fool’s?”

“Fuck off.” She laughed. “I’m serious!”

Logan let out a scoff, shaking his head. “Better off leaving me alone, Rogue.”

“Like you did to Scott?”

He grumbled incoherently under his breath, and Rogue chimed in again as she said, “What did you think you did to him?”

He didn’t have to tell her. He really fucking didn’t. It wasn’t her business. But, somehow, fucking somehow, she always managed to get information out of him. If it weren’t for the gloves on her hand, he would think she was a fucking telepath.

Did she touch Jean earlier just to get his thoughts out of him?

No. If she did, she’d be spilling every thought he had tried to keep in his mind already. 

Marie didn’t know a thing, and yet, with the way she looked at him, with the little curled-up smile on her face, he had a hunch that she knew. In some way, at least.

In the end, he caved, like he always did to Marie.

“Using him,” he muttered under his breath.

“What?”

“I was fucking using him, all right?” he hissed, gripping the beer tightly to stop his claws from protracting. “I was taking advantage of him. I let it get in my head and acted like—”

“A wolverine?” Marie said, grinning at her own attempt at humor. She waved her hand in dismissal. “Anyway, back to what you were saying. What do you mean? How—”

“He was vulnerable. Christ, he just put the collar on. He could fucking see, for once. He didn’t see red anymore. Of course, he was vulnerable.”

“Did he say it?”

“He looked it. And, fuck, I just—took advantage of it. He wasn’t in his right mind then. Hell, I wasn’t in my right mind.”

“Why?”

Logan shrugged, chugging down more of his beer before he got the nerve to say, “He was…”

“Was?”

“Beautiful,” he said. “Fuck, Marie. Like a fuckin’ god. And his fucking eyes, Jesus.”

“Okay, now I wish Bobby had said that much when we kissed yesterday.” She snickered, cocking her head to the side. “So you kissed him.”

“Couldn’t help it. It’s fucked.”

“It is,” she said. “Did he kiss you back?”

“What?”

“Did he kiss you back? Scott.”

Logan recalled the memory, giving Marie a shrug. “I don’t know. I guess. Only because he was—”

“Vulnerable, yeah, you mentioned.”

“He’d have kissed anyone.”

“Like Jean.”

“Maybe it’d have been better if it had been Jean.”

“No, it wouldn’t have,” Marie said, sounding too certain for some reason. 

“How the fuck do you know that?”

“Same way I know you’re a stupid, stupid man, Logan,” she said, heaving a sigh and smacking his shoulder.

“Fucking Christ, Marie—”

“Why are you being stupid?”

“What the fuck do you mean?”

“The stupid thing you did?”

“You gotta be clearer ‘cause I did a lot of fucking stupid things, Marie!” Logan snarled, but it didn’t startle Marie in the slightest. 

She did get distracted, though, by the person who entered the kitchen. Logan’s shoulders tensed up, eyes following Scott as he walked straight to the fridge. 

“That,” Marie murmured under her breath, elbowing him. 

Logan elbowed her back, confused.

She elbowed him harder. “Stop that.”

“You stop that, kid.”

“You started it!”

“You did!”

“Because you were stupid!” 

“Okay, do I have to put you both in detention?” Scott said, releasing a sigh as he shut the door, holding the carton of milk in his hand.

“I’m not a student.”

“With the way you’re behaving, I wouldn’t know.”

Logan scowled, while Rogue snorted at him. She not-so-subtly slipped off the stool, tapping her hand on the counter and pretending to yawn. 

“So, I’m gonna go to sleep. It’s late. We have a curfew, you know.”

“It’s nine.”

“Whoa, that is super late, Mr. Summers,” she said, making Scott stare at her. “I’d better go to sleep, you know, making sure everyone else is asleep too. No one will wander out in the hall. Or in the lab.” She shrugged. “No one downstairs, either.”

She cleared her throat, pointing at the entrance and quickly walking away. Logan rolled his eyes. Even he knew what she was trying to do. 

He fiddled with the neck of his beer, taking a swift glance at Scott, who was wearing a turtleneck today. Evidently, from what had happened the night before, he guessed Summers couldn’t risk letting anyone else see it and know what he had done with Logan. It was easy to understand, but it didn’t mean Logan liked the idea of that, though.

“Kind of a hot day to be wearing that,” he began, taking a sip of the beer and acting like the tension growing in the room wasn’t bothering him.

“Sort of had to, when somebody sucked me like a leech last night,” Scott mumbled, drinking down the cup of milk in his hand. 

“Sounds like that person had it in for you.” 

Scott shrugged. “It was a shitty experience, anyway.”

Logan held back a growl, and he said, “Then why did you have to hide it? Scared someone would see? Like Jean?”

“Unlike you, I care about the students,” Scott said. “They shouldn’t have to see things they didn’t have to see. Not like it mattered much.”

“That’s why you were gone during dinner, too?” he asked. “Cared about the kids that much?”

“I was in the Danger Room,” Scott replied curtly, grabbing a box of crackers from the cabinet.

“Don’t exert yourself too much.”

“Don’t act like you care.”

“I kinda have to. No one else does in here.”

Scott scoffed, his lips curled up. “Yeah, right.”

“Fuck you mean in that tone?”

“I think you know exactly what I mean.”

“Yeah, what?”

Scott exhaled sharply and gave Logan a shrug. “I don’t have time to follow your little games anymore. I’m tired, and I’m hungry. And I have no interest in talking to you.”

“What games?” Logan asked, finding himself moving on his feet to follow Scott out of the kitchen. “I ain’t playing any games with you, Slim.”

Another scoff. Then Scott mumbled something that Logan couldn’t catch, even for his ears.

“What did you say?”

“I said you’re a fucking asshole!” Scott hissed, whirling around to snap at him, which made Logan stop in his tracks. 

He looked around, huffing out a breath before he stalked away again with a shake of his head. Logan blinked at him, hearing the race of their heartbeats that were in sync, and he followed Scott.

“What the fuck is your problem?” 

“Oh, you’d wanna know that.” Scott let out another annoyed scoff. “Fucking bastard.”

“Jesus Christ, would you just fucking tell me what the fuck is with you?”

“What’s with me?” Scott said, whirling back around to scowl at Logan. He pointed a finger at his chest, shoving him a step backward. “What’s with you?”

“There’s nothing wrong with me?”

“Then why the fuck did you leave?” he shouted, then his shoulders slouched, and Scott leaned back, his jaw clenching, filled with tension. 

Logan stared at him, and Scott turned on his heels, stalking away with heavy footsteps, speaking under his breath in a way that Logan almost missed. 

“I don’t have to do this. I don’t have to let you get into my head like this. You’re just so—god, infuriating!” he murmured to himself, running his hand through his hair. “Fucking asshole.”

“I heard that, Slim.”

“I wanted you to hear that, asshole!” Scott grumbled, stepping into his own room. He went to slam the door in Logan’s face, but Logan blocked it just in time with his arm. “Let go, Logan.”

“Not until you tell me what’s bothering your fucking head.”

“You! You’re the reason! Have I not made that clear?” 

“You could be fucking clearer!”

“Well, I can’t help you if you’re stupid!” 

Logan growled, shoving at the door and sending Scott stumbling back a few steps. He entered the room, kicking the door shut behind him, and grabbed Scott by the shirt to yank him closer.

“What the fuck does that mean, Slim?”

“I think you can understand pretty well what I meant,” Scott said. “Can’t you?”

“You saying I’m fucking stupid?”

“I just said it, but do you want to hear it again?”

He fisted his hands in Scott’s shirt, snarling, “Watch your mouth, boy.”

“Or what?” 

Red eyes looked back at him, and Scott stood his ground, nostrils flaring, his jaw tightening, and his lips pressing together. Logan couldn’t tear his eyes away from him.

Something burst in his stomach, intense and blazing, and Logan thought he was back in the lab the night before, with Scott Summers right in front of him, looking like a meal to be devoured wholly. 

This time, Logan lunged in first, claiming Scott’s mouth roughly with a kiss. Scott let out a soft, muffled noise before he clutched at Logan’s shirt, running his hands up his arms to comb in his hair. 

“Fuck you,” Scott hissed, pulling away, yet his hands remained in Logan’s hair.

“Mouthy brat,” Logan said, and kissed him quiet.

Scott pushed him backwards into the door, and Logan rolled them over, pinning him on the wooden surface while Scott flailed around, slamming his hands anywhere he could reach, sending bottles and the lamp from the nightstand clattering on the floor. Neither of them intended to pick it up. 

“Get your stupid jacket off,” Scott murmured, yanking at the leather jacket until it landed on the floor. 

He ran his hands over Logan’s chest, and Logan growled into his throat. “Now get your fucking ugly cardigan off, Slim. Who the fuck wears so much indoors?” 

“Said the brute who wears a leather jacket,” he said, shrugging his shoulders to shake the shirt off. He gasped when Logan slid his hands underneath the turtleneck. “God!”

“No, just me.”

“Fuck off.” 

Scott laughed into the kiss, and Logan liked that feeling very much. He ran his hands along Scott’s flanks, brushing his hands over Scott’s nipples, and he moaned into Logan’s mouth.

Right before he shoved Logan away.

He breathed heavily, watching as Scott stumbled back a few steps until he stopped at the table behind him. Their eyes locked, and Scott wiped the back of his hand over his mouth. Logan walked to him, not tearing his gaze away, even if he was tempted to look at Scott now, hair all ruffled up and shirt pulled to his stomach, revealing the skin underneath. 

When Scott leaned back on the table and spread his legs, Logan took it as a green light to grab him by the chin and kiss him again. Scott let him. 

The sounds Scott made were as heavenly as they fucking were the night before. Enchanting. Logan felt like he was drugged. By just kissing Scott fucking Summers. Touching him, licking into his mouth, and sucking on his throat.

They pulled away briefly, just to get their shirts off. Logan practically tore his own undershirt apart and yanked Scott’s turtleneck away. Scott ducked his head and closed his eyes when the shirt was pulled off his head. 

Not nearly in time, as Logan hissed in pain. 

“Did I get you?” Scott asked, hurrying to push his visor back on properly.

Logan glanced at his shoulder blade, dripping with blood, while the wound took its time to close up. He breathed out sharply, taking in the tingling pain on his skin.

“Fuck,” Scott said, rubbing at his arm. “Fuck, I hurt you.”

“Felt good,” he said, leaning closer to catch Scott’s lips.

“Are you into pain or something?” 

“You into giving me that?” He grinned.

Rough hands sliding down his bare abdomen, taking sweet time exploring Logan’s skin. Scott moaned and breathed into his mouth, pushing him backwards without breaking the kiss. 

They stumbled to the other side of the room, and as the back of his legs hit the bed, Logan fell first on the soft mattress. Scott towered over him, sinking his knees on the bed and straddling Logan. He breathed heavily, placing his hands on his chest and grinding their clothed cocks together. 

The feeling was fucking to die for. Logan growled, arching upwards, as Scott threw his head back, rocking his hips again to seek friction. 

“Come here,” he groaned, pulling Scott down, and a smile flashed across his face. “Fuck, Slim, you’re killing me.”

“Can’t have that now, can we?” he said, leaning back when Logan reached out for a kiss. “No.”

“No?”

“No, I mean. Wait.” 

Logan stared at him, eyes following the sight of his body as he twisted around to pull open his drawer. He thought Scott wanted to get condoms, which was a good idea, not that Logan needed them, but he wouldn’t say no if Scott wanted to use them. He wasn’t sure he could say no to anything Scott proposed from now on. 

“What the fuck?” he muttered. “You kept that?”

Scott flushed, cheeks turning red as he held the collar in his hand. “Sort of. I don’t know. I told Hank I needed it.”

“For what?”

“I told him it was for research.”

“Can’t believe you kept it, Summers.”

He shrugged, mumbling softly, “I want to see things.” He swallowed, throat bobbing. “I want to see you.”

“Yeah?” Logan smiled, something unnerving settling heavily in his chest.

“Yeah.” Scott breathed out the word, leaning down to catch Logan’s lips. He whispered, “You’re not going to run away this time, are you?”

Logan flinched, staring up at Scott with his heart thumping loudly in his ribcage. Scott stilled, looking back at him, seemingly a little stunned as they both stopped what they were doing. 

Here Scott was, half-naked and lying on top of Logan, with the collar in his hand, ready to put it on for Logan. Ready to be a normal human again, just for a while. Ready to be vulnerable for Logan to use.

He could not keep fucking doing this. 

He pushed up to a sitting position, and Scott sat back, climbing off him to settle on the bed. The air was tense and quiet.

“Here we go again,” Scott said. “Are you gonna run away?”

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Logan said, and Scott huffed out a scoff. 

“Right. You know what? This time, you should leave the school.”

“Is that what you wanted, Slim?”

“Yeah, just don’t take my bike.”

“Okay, I know you’re angry—”

“Oh, you do, do you?” Scott scoffed, getting off the bed. “You’re pulling this shit again.”

“I’m not pulling anything. You’re vulnerable.”

“No, I’m not! I’m just—” He cut himself off, groaning. “God, you’re insufferable.”

“Listen, you just want to put the collar on. You want to see the world for a while. I get that. I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you when you’re like this.”

“Like what? Because I wanted to see you naked?”

“You’re not in your right mind.”

“As a matter of fact, my mind has never been clearer!” he snapped back, running his hand through his hair. “This is just good, old Wolverine bullshit. If you can’t handle something, you do what you do best. Flee.”

“Shut up, Slim,” Logan said, pushing up to his feet. “You don’t want this.”

Scott laughed. “You clearly don’t know enough to be saying that.”

“I’m trying to do what’s good here,” Logan reasoned. “At least that way, Rogue would get off my ass about it.”

“And pray tell, Logan, what’s the good thing here? Are you telling me that you stopped all this, and all that happened yesterday, for my own good?”

“Yeah.”

Another scoff. “You fucking asshole.”

“I took advantage of you, Slim,” he said. “You were in a fragile fucking state. You’d have kissed anyone.”

“No, I wouldn’t have!” Scott said. “Are you telling me you didn’t want to kiss me?”

“That’s not what I said.”

“Okay, so did you want to kiss me?”

Logan swallowed, and Scott stepped forward, jamming a finger into his chest as he said, “Answer the question, Logan. Did you want to kiss me last night?”

“My answer won’t change anything.” 

“Do you want to kiss me now?”

He balled his hands into fists. Of fucking course he wanted to. It wasn’t going to be what he would tell Scott, though.

“Scott—”

“Let me tell you something, Logan. I wouldn’t have kissed anybody last night in that lab. I wasn’t vulnerable. I put the collar on because I wanted to,” Scott said, pressing his finger deep into Logan’s sternum. “I wanted to see you. Your eyes. Everything. And I wanted to kiss you.” 

Logan widened his eyes, his body stilling as he took in the news. Scott looked at him, then sighed, shaking his head.

“But, of course, if you don’t want me back, then—”

He grabbed Scott by the wrist just before he turned around and quickly noticed a brief smile on Scott’s lips.

“You fucking want me?” he said. “Wait, you knew I wanted you?”

“Please, I told you that you weren’t exactly subtle,” Scott said. “The kids weren’t exactly great actors, either. Did you know Kitty carved your initials and mine on one of the trees outside?”

“She what?” Logan asked. “That’s why I lost my fucking dagger?”

“It was sort of cute, I guess. I don’t know how she did it.” He cocked his head to the side, taking a step closer to Logan. “So, are you done feeling paranoid about all this and just doing whatever you want with me?”

He looked at Scott, rubbing his thumb over Scott’s pulse. He said, “Slim, you should know you don’t have to put that collar on just for me.”

“Who said it was for you?” Another smug smile flashed across his lips. “I said I wanted to see you. I meant it.”

“Okay.” He nodded. “Shit, I’m fucking sorry I left. I thought—you weren’t thinking straight and shit when you had that collar on.”

“I thought you were repulsed by me,” Scott murmured, cradling Logan’s face with his hand. He leaned into his palm, nuzzling it. Like a fucking cat or something. “I thought maybe you didn’t want me.”

“You fucking kidding me? I’ve wanted to pound that ass for months now.”

Scott laughed. “Gross, Logan.”

“You hate it?”

“No, I meant just don’t say you will pound me, Logan.”

“I’m gonna pound you,” Logan said, dragging out another laugh from Scott. He wrapped an arm around Scott’s back, patting his ass. “Gonna pound you ‘til you can’t walk no more.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“You up for it, Slim?”

Scott grinned, and he shoved Logan back on the bed, straddling him once again, and god, it was a fucking heavenly feeling. 

“You’re on.”

Chapter Text

Their lips met again. This time, it was without any issues between them. Scott wanted him. Fucking hell. Scott Summers fucking wanted him. He must be fucking dreaming. At least he thought he was, until Scott’s moans brought him out of him. 

He roamed his hands over Scott’s back, going further south to knead his ass through his jeans, and Scott pushed into it, gasping into his mouth. Logan didn’t know if he could last any longer without burying himself inside Scott’s tight heat.

When Scott pulled away, Logan chased after his lips, huffing out a breath as Scott smiled at him. He fumbled for the collar on the bed, tossing the remote into Logan’s chest, and all Logan could do was gawk at the sight before him. 

The collar clicked open, wrapping nicely around Scott’s neck, and Logan turned it on with a press of a button. The red light flickered on the collar, and Scott brought his hands up to remove his visor. 

It still hit him as hard as it did the first time Logan saw his eyes. 

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said, and Scott lowered himself down, smiling at him.

“Yeah? You think so?”

“Fuck yeah.” He caressed the side of Scott’s face, brushing his thumb over the corner of his eye. “Your fucking eyes, Jesus.”

“Did you guess right?” Scott asked, leaning into his touch. “My eye color?”

“Nah. Lost five bucks to Rogue. That rascal knows everything.”

Scott’s smile widened. “Yeah, she does.” 

“Still a win to me that I get to see it,” he said, grinning when he spotted the soft rising flush on Scott’s cheeks. “Anybody else seen you in this yet?”

“Just you,” Scott murmured, and Logan hummed, pulling him down for a kiss.

“Good.”

Scott smiled into the kiss, running his hands across his abdomen and tugging at Logan’s chest hair, dragging out a low growl from him that practically turned Scott on further with the way his body ground against Logan’s. His hands reached Logan’s belt, and he tugged at it hurriedly, huffing out a breath when the zipper didn’t budge.

“Get it off, god, get it off right now,” Scott said, pulling away completely to get out of his own jeans. 

Logan, with his cock straining in his jeans, tried his best to take them off without ripping them apart. As much as he liked doing so, he only had so many pairs of jeans. 

Once they both stripped naked, Scott crawled over him on the bed, smiling down at him. He hummed.

“What?”

“Nothing, just thinking,” Scott said. “You really are kinda hot, aren’t you?”

“Fucking kinda?”

Scott chuckled and shrugged. “I don’t know. You’re just hotter when you’re not all red.”

“Brat,” Logan said, and shut Scott up with a kiss. He rolled Scott over, pinning him underneath and letting his eyes run down Scott’s body. It ended at his neck, where the collar lied neatly around his throat. “You know, you look good with a collar, Slim.”

Scott arched a playful eyebrow and said, “Just this one? Or in general?”

“What? Are you up for it if it were some other kind of collar?”

“Maybe,” he murmured, looking up at Logan with those fucking mesmerizing eyes again. “Are you going to put it on me, Logan?”

There had to be something in Scott that just made Logan react this way. From the way he looked to the way he talked, everything made Logan feel like he had been punched out and lost his composure to behave properly. And maybe, just maybe, he didn’t have to behave properly when he was with Scott.

“Keep talking like that,” Logan grumbled against his lips, and Scott smiled.

“You like that?” Scott asked. All Logan could do was nod while he ground his cock against Scott’s. “Do you like it when I listen to you or when I disobey?”

“Whichever fucking works.” 

The growl rumbled in his chest, and he buried his lips into the crook of Scott’s neck, circling his hand around Scott’s cock. Like he expected, Scott bucked into him, letting out the filthiest fucking gasp while his fingers dug into Logan’s shoulder blades.

“Lube, now,” Scott said, his voice already rasping. He pointed his hand at the drawer, seemingly too rushed. And Logan kinda liked it. 

He sat back on his heels, yanking the drawer hard enough to nearly pull it out entirely. The bottle of lube was already half used, which made him grin as he poured some into his palm.

“You used this a lot, huh?” 

He grinned, wider as Scott’s cheeks turned pink. He looked away, and that made him even fucking cuter. 

“Just sometimes,” he muttered. “More recently.”

“Yeah? You think about me when you use it?”

“I never said that,” Scott said, looking back at him with wide eyes and reddening cheeks. 

“Yeah, but I know you did it.”

“You’re not a telepath.”

“And yet, I can still fucking read you like a book.”

Scott scoffed. “You don’t even read books.”

“Smart ass,” Logan said, chuckling before he bent down to claim Scott’s mouth. He swiped his tongue across his lips, sucking and biting on the flesh until Scott moaned into his mouth. 

He slid his hand between Scott’s thighs, and as his fingers touched the tight furl of heat, Scott let out a breathy little gasp, like he knew what was coming.

“You know how to do this?” 

“Take it up the ass? Yeah.” 

“Yeah? Who did you do it with?” Logan asked, a flare of jealousy sparked in his chest. He didn’t like it.

Scott snorted, patting his cheek. “Are you jealous, Logan? When you’re not the first one to fuck my tight little virgin hole?”

“Jesus Christ, Summers,” he grumbled, and Scott only laughed at him. Teasingly. Cruelly. “Don’t say shit like that.”

“Why? It turns you off?” He raised an eyebrow. “Or on?”

“On. Always fucking on,” Logan said, closing the distance between them and closing his hand around Scott’s cock. 

Scott arched up at the first few strokes, breaking the kiss off to breathe. He cradled Logan’s face, lips stretching out to form a smile.

“I’ve only used that on myself,” he murmured, looking up at Logan with his pretty brown eyes. “The lube, I mean.”

If Logan took too long to respond, it might have been because his mind had stopped working, now fixating on what Scott had said and what he had fucking implied so loudly. 

That meant Logan would be the first one to fuck Scott Summer’s tight, little, virgin hole. 

Jesus Christ, Logan was not prepared for this.

“Logan?” Scott said, and Logan’s eyes flitted back to him. “Are you okay?”

He cleared his throat, nodding. “Yeah, just, uh, thinking.”

“About how I’m a virgin who has never taken it up the ass?” 

Logan grunted audibly, dropping his head on Scott’s shoulder. Scott laughed. “Stop saying that shit, Scott.”

“I will,” he murmured into Logan’s ear. “Once you get inside me.” 

“I can do that,” he said, drawing out another warm laugh from Scott. 

He squeezed around the head of Scott’s cock, gathering precum that seeped onto his hand. He withdrew his hand, sliding it down until he grazed past the curve of Scott’s perfectly round ass. The second touch to Scott’s hole felt sinful, and Logan was all about committing to going through with it. Just looking at Scott made him want to commit every sin possible to keep him by Logan’s side. 

Swirling his lubed finger around Scott’s entrance, he pressed into it with as much gentleness as he could gather, watching the way Scott’s lips parted for him and the pupils in his eyes widened. Nails dug into the meat on his back, and Logan reveled in the sparks of pain on his skin. 

“Logan,” Scott said, calling out his name in the way that made Logan’s cock twitch against Scott’s hips. 

He drew his knees up, gasping and clenching tightly around Logan’s finger, which, really, did little to help with Logan’s urge to pull his finger out and fuck Scott raw right away. 

The second finger drew out a louder moan from Scott, almost deafening as Logan curled his fingers and grazed past the sensitive nerves inside Scott. The deeper he was, the louder Scott grew, which really was all Logan was trying to achieve here. 

“God, Logan, right there,” he gasped, rubbing his legs against Logan’s sides and clawing his hands down his chest. “That—there!”

He squeezed his eyes shut, choking on a string of moans while Logan rubbed his inner walls. He looked fucking gorgeous like this. Logan could stare at him forever, but his cock was protesting, begging to be inside Scott, and from the things Scott was blabbering breathlessly, it seemed he wanted the same thing. 

“Come on, Logan, I need it.” Brown eyes looked up at him, and his eyebrows furrowed as another moan left his lips. “God, please.”

“Please, what, Slim?”

Scott was heaving, sucking Logan’s fingers back in as he said, “Please fuck me.” He ran his hand through Logan’s hair, gripping a handful tightly. “Please, Logan. Been thinking about it. Can’t stop thinking about it.”

“For how long?”

“How long have you fantasized about fucking me?” 

Logan grinned, diving down to kiss Scott’s glistening, swollen lips. He pulled his fingers out, fumbling for the lube bottle to slick his own cock up. Scott knew, and he responded by spreading his legs wide on the bed, encouraging Logan further with muffled moans.

Angling his cock against Scott’s loosened and slicked hole, Logan pushed in, capturing every change in Scott’s expression. From the parted lips and the puffy breath to the scrunched-up nose and knitted eyebrows. Pressure from Scott’s nail poked at his flesh, deep enough to break through the skin that would heal right away. 

Scott sucked him in, enveloping his entire length hotly, and, fuck, Logan couldn’t die, but if he did, this would be the best fucking way possible to go. And Logan wouldn’t regret it at all.

“Fuck,” Scott said, a gasp breaking in his words as Logan bottomed out inside him. This felt like home. “God, you’re so fucking—you’re fucking insane.”

Logan laughed, mirroring Scott’s smile. “Hurt?”

“Kinda, yeah. No more than having a bullet or claws in me,” Scott said. “Besides, I think I like it hurt.”

“Jesus Christ, Scott,” Logan grumbled, which really was all he could try to push out of him. 

“Falling for me already?”

“Who says I haven’t already?” 

Scott looked up at him, smiling, and he combed his hand in Logan’s hair, tilting his head up for a brief touch of their lips. It was quick, and yet it seemed to really convey what Scott wanted to tell him. Logan kissed him back, a silent answer to Scott’s unspoken words.

He pulled out halfway, earning himself a small gasp in between the kiss, and when he gave the first thrust in, Scott let out a low, needy noise in the back of his throat that made Logan want to devour him whole.

“Fuck,” Scott grunted, arching his back underneath Logan. “God, you’re so big, Logan.”

That got Logan to grin, all the while he set up a steady pace. Slow, at first, just to get Scott used to the intrusion. But, really, it was damn hard to keep himself calm when he was fucking Scott this way. When Scott’s hole was sucking him in so fucking tightly this way. 

And the things Scott was blabbering didn’t help it, either. He clutched on to Logan like a lifeline, mouth gaping wide open while sweat beaded on his chest, making his skin glisten. 

“Does it hurt?” Logan asked, lips grazing over Scott’s cheekbones. “Am I hurting you, baby?”

Scott moaned, loud and clear in Logan’s ear. He shook his head frantically, tilting his face to look up at him. 

“Say that again,” he murmured, and it sounded so fucking sweet that all Logan could do—wanted to do—was listen to him.

“Baby,” he said, and Scott’s lips trembled. “Baby, god, you’re so fucking beautiful right now.” 

Another moan left Scott’s throat, close to a desperate whine, and Logan couldn’t help but thrust into his tight heat and draw more of those noises from him again. 

“Fuck, Logan, it’s big,” Scott rasped, breathing harshly into the air, his forehead was glimmering with sweat. “I feel so full. I’m so full of you. I love it.”

Logan grunted into his neck, slamming into Scott and digging his fingers into the juts of Scott’s hips. It was as though the animal part in him was close to taking over, and it was ugly and possessive, insisting on keeping Scott as close to him as possible, making Scott his. Marking him. Bonding with him. Knotting him. 

It was a dark, twisted thought that Logan hoped someday he could do. Maybe he would tell Scott about it. Maybe Scott would be appalled. Maybe Scott would be into it. Logan hoped for the latter.

“Yeah? You love having me inside you?” he asked, and Scott nodded frantically. “Fucking you like this. Breeding your pretty hole?”

“God, yes!” he exclaimed, raking his nails down Logan’s biceps. “God, yeah, breed me, Logan.”

Scott was trying to kill him. Logan seriously thought Scott was trying to kill him right now. The things he said and did, the look he gave him—if it wasn’t love and obsession, Logan wasn’t sure what it was anymore. 

He hummed, groaning into Scott’s lips. “Gonna breed you full. Gonna fill you up with babies, huh?” Another rapid string of nods, and Logan growled low. “You’re so fucking perfect, Summers. So fucking perfect, and you’re all mine.”

“I’m yours,” Scott muttered, his breathing going ragged while he clutched tighter around Logan, his cock bobbing between their flushed bodies. “I’m yours, Logan. Just yours.”

“Mine,” he said, fucking into Scott’s titillating hole as the man underneath him continued to gasp and moan. “Keep your eyes on me, Summers.”

Seeing Scott like this, so needy, so desperate, brought out a sizzling sensation in Logan that he didn’t want to stop. He was determined to keep Scott like this. Eyes glazed with lust, lips swollen and wet, and body holding onto Logan like a vice. He would do everything to keep Scott sated and happy. He really fucking would. 

And god-fucking-damn, those eyes looking up at him were gonna be killing him. They were round and pleading, like those of a Bambi, and when they turned glazed with tears brimming at the rim, it started a bright fire inside Logan, burning him from the inside out. 

He slipped an arm under Scott’s leg, lifting it up over his shoulder and slamming his cock inside, growling under his breath when Scott clenched around him. It was addictive. 

“Christ, you’re tight,” he said, running his hand along Scott’s sternum and flicking at the hardened nub. Scott whined, and Logan fucked him harder.

The sounds he made were just for Logan’s ears to hear. Only Logan could see him in this state, legs spread and chest gleaming with sweat, eyes dazed and hands clinging to Logan.

Though a thought flashed in his mind, reminding him that Jean might have seen him like this, he quickly shoved it away. He knew he was different this time. This was more.

And, well, because he had heard Jean and Scott going at it before. It wasn’t like he was doing it on purpose, his stupid hearing was doing it for him, and he was more focused on listening to Jean back then. He did remember what sounds Scott made, though. Breathy, low moans, which were now replaced by ragged breathing, and uncontrollable whimpers that kept falling from his lips every time Logan fucked into his tight hole.

“Hah—Logan,” Scott said, breathlessly. His toes curled, and he scratched helplessly at Logan’s stomach. “Logan, I need, wait—”

“What do you need, baby?” he said, bending down, and Scott quickly cupped his face, leaning up to kiss him. 

“This,” he murmured, looking up at Logan, “if you can give me that.”

“Fuck, I can give you much more if you ask me to.”

Scott smiled, and it was so warm that it made something tug inside Logan’s ribcage. For the first time, one of his many first times with Scott, he felt like he was breathing again, like he was alive. So he kissed Scott back, sliding his hand around his nape and nipping on his lower lip, drawing out more pretty moans from Scott.

Gradually, whether he could help it or not, the kiss deepened, with Logan licking into his mouth, exploring Scott in a desperate attempt to swallow every little noise he made and devour him whole, and fuck, Scott was fucking delicious.

When he pulled away, it was only because Scott’s hand had wandered to his chest and slightly nudged him away. It wasn’t a lot of force, but enough to let Logan know Scott needed to breathe.

Logan moved his lips to his cheek instead, pressing his lips to the heated skin, trailing along his sharp jawline and the side of his neck, licking the salty droplet of beaded sweat on his collarbone, and finding himself purring at the taste. He sucked on the delicate skin, which turned red easily wherever he made a mark. Logan grazed his teeth past his collarbone, listening to the fast beating of Scott’s heart, and pressed his lips together, slowing his pace to fuck deeply into Scott.

It seemed Scott had already figured out what he was thinking—he always did—as he ran his fingers up Logan’s upper arms and spoke up so quietly in a murmur that it caught Logan completely off guard.

“You wanna bite me, Logan?”

A low growl rumbled from Logan’s chest. He said, “No.”

“Liar.”

“Tryin’ not to hurt you here, baby,” he said, gripping Scott’s nape tightly as he thrust into Scott, eliciting a pretty whimper from the mutant underneath him.

“Who says that’s what I want you to do?” Scott said, and before Logan could lift his head to pull away, a hand was on the nape of his neck, keeping his face buried in that pretty neck.

“Scott,” he grumbled.

“I’ll heal. Probably not as fast as you, but I’ll heal.”

“Everyone in school will see.”

“I can wear a turtleneck. But if I’m being honest, I don’t particularly mind it,” Scott murmured, his soft lips touching Logan’s temple. “Besides, don’t you want everybody to know how you’ve marked me like this? As yours?”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Summers,” he said, exhaling sharply. “You tryin’ to kill me here?”

“Don’t die when you’re still inside me,” he said. “You’re heavy. And it’d be a pain to get rid of the body.”

Logan chuckled against his skin, and Scott laughed too, which made it even harder for him to hold back. He buried his face into the crook of Scott’s neck, nuzzling him with his nose and peppering kisses wherever he could. 

“I don’t mind,” Scott said, like another reassurance for Logan’s heart to settle. “I sort of can’t wait to wear your mark on me, actually.”

With another growl bubbling inside him, Logan tightened his hand on Scott’s nape, breathing hotly into his skin and licking along the side of his neck just over the collar.

Baring his fangs, Logan grazed the sharp tips against the skin where his neck and shoulder connected. Scott’s breath hitched, and Logan sank his fangs into the burning flesh. 

A choked whine fell from Scott’s lips, and Logan thrust deeper into Scott, pressing into his insides until he felt Scott’s body tightening around him.

Scott, as gorgeous as he had always been, cried out loudly as he came between them. Logan plunged his fangs further into the meat, tasting and smelling blood, and all Scott did was jerk his entire body harder against him while letting out a broken, incoherent string of moans. 

With Scott clenching around him, it was futile for Logan to hold off longer. His thrusts turned erratic, his breathing was ragged, and he had pulled away from Scott’s neck to breathe against his skin.

Scott lifted his head to look up at him, eyes raking over Logan’s expression. He was hot, and even hotter as he growled low under his breath when he spilled inside Scott. 

The feeling was warm, if not almost hot. Logan came and came, which almost felt never-ending, and Scott was filled to the brim with his cum. At this rate, he might be dripping between his legs later. The thought stirred something in the pit of Scott’s stomach, and he couldn’t help but smile. 

Logan, even after having already come inside Scott, still fucked into him lazily, and Scott chuckled.

“I didn’t peg you for the type to be that desperate, Logan.”

“Have you ever been inside you before?” Logan said, and he let out another laugh.

“Of course not.”

“You should try. It’s fucking heavenly,” he mumbled, burying his face in Scott’s neck. “You’d never want to get out.”

He patted Logan’s back, sliding his fingers along his skin. It felt nice, with Logan’s weight on him entirely, it was like a heavy, giant, heated blanket. 

“There, there. You can always have more, if you don’t know it already.”

“Can’t I?”

“You can. I’m yours, right?” he asked, and Logan grumbled a low “Yeah” to his ears. “And you’re mine, too, just so you know.”

“Yours, baby. I’m fucking yours.”

He smiled, entirely satisfied by the answer. This was really worth the wait, even if it hurt him for a while, but at least Logan knew now just how much he wanted him back. 

“You’re a stupid man.”

“I am,” Logan said. “Sorry, bub.”

“I know. So you better not do something like that again.”

“I won’t.”

“Or I’ll wear someone else’s mark on me.”

“Won’t let that happen,” Logan said, thumb brushing past the collar that was still wrapped around Scott’s neck. “Y’know.”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t just like you because I can see your eyes now.” Scott blinked, hands stilling on Logan’s back. “I already liked you before this, with the whole visors and all. I like you with or without it. And this collar won’t make you any less of a fucking mutant. You still are. A fucking beautiful one at that.”

Scott smiled, flattening his hand on Logan’s back. He said, “I know. I used to think that, but not anymore. Ororo helped. And Jean. It was a very long conversation, but they let me know that it’s okay to want to turn off your power for a while. Won’t make me any different from the others.”

“It won’t.”

“And, besides, you love seeing my eyes, so that’s another perk.”

Logan laughed against his neck. “Who the fuck said I love your eyes?”

“The students. And the teachers. And you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you told me that.”

“When did I fucking tell you that?” Logan said, lifting his head to look at him with furrowed eyebrows. “I ain’t remember doing that.”

“You did. When I first put it on, and you couldn’t get your hands or eyes off me?” he said, smiling from ear to ear. “I figured it out. Again, you’re not exactly the king of subtlety.” 

“Fuck, I really wasn’t.”

“No. And you were always staring at my ass.”

“Gotta say, your ass does look good in those jeans.”

“I know, why do you think I bought those?”

Logan grinned, leaning down to kiss him. Just before their lips met, Scott put a finger on his mouth and said, “Wait, does this mean we’re dating?”

“Well, we fucked, and my cock is still inside you, and you’re full of my cum. I think we’re pretty fucking much dating, Slim.”

“Just making sure,” he murmured. “Are you going to behave now that we’re dating?”

“What am I, a puppy?”

“My pup,” Scott said, and something flashed in Logan’s eyes that he couldn’t decipher quickly enough. “You don’t want that?”

The man above him hummed. “Christ, Summers. Fine!” he said, his throat bobbing. “I’ll fucking behave. Jesus Christ. All right?”

“Good. Or else you’re going to stay at least fifty feet away from this ass every time you do something wrong.”

“You’re gonna ground me?”

“You think I can’t?”

Logan’s face fell, and he grumbled incoherently under his breath before he pressed a kiss to Scott’s finger on his lips. “You can, and I will, Slim.”

“Behave?”

“Yeah.”

Smiling in glee, Scott withdrew his finger and let Logan kiss him properly this time. Before this, he thought he’d never be with Logan, since Logan seemed like a completely wild and feral wolf, but now, it didn’t seem so hard after all. If he had known his ass could have tamed this beast this easily, he would have done it ages ago.

*

Scott woke up in the same bed with Logan’s arms around him and his body heat wrapping him right up. He tried to wake Logan, but the man was exhausted for some reason. He didn’t know why he was that tired; Scott was the one with cum still dripping out of his sore ass. 

Like he had thought, he limped back to his room with Logan’s fluids running down between his legs inside his jeans. His walk of shame had never been so humiliating until Jean walked out of the room at the same time, leaving Scott frozen on his feet for a few seconds before he fled into his own room.

He jumped into the shower and cleaned himself thoroughly, and he didn’t realize just how much Logan had wrecked his body until he stood in front of the mirror later. There were marks, so many marks on his body, painting his skin from his neck down to his ankles. 

Of course, it made sense, since Logan kept him up until at least three in the morning. Scott didn’t notice the time, only because he had fallen asleep right after Logan pulled him into his warm embrace. 

As he trailed his fingers over the bruises and teeth marks, Scott found himself smiling just before he pulled a sweater over himself. Not a turtleneck this time. Well, for obvious reasons. 

After having taken off the collar, Scott put the visor back on and headed to the kitchen. Logan wasn’t up yet, and it wasn’t until he finished making his coffee and toast that Logan appeared at the entrance of the kitchen.

He poured the coffee into the mug, and Logan’s eyes were still following him as he opened the fridge to pour the milk into his coffee. Neither of them said anything, like they hadn’t just fucked for hours the night before. There were no students or teachers around, but Scott wasn’t going to say anything. Not yet.

In the end, Logan spoke up first, after eyeing the mark on Scott’s neck. Not subtle in the slightest.

“Not wearing a turtleneck today, Summers?”

“Didn’t think a certain somebody would want me to hide his work,” Scott said without looking up at him. Instead, he sipped on his coffee and brushed his hand past the bite mark.

“Didn’t think you had ever cared about what anybody thought before.”

“I guess that changed,” he said, meeting his eyes, and Logan grinned.

“I guess.” His gaze ran down Scott’s chest. He said, “Nice shirt, Slim. Looks tight and perfectly priced on ya.”

Scott snorted. “Flattery won’t get you in my pants, Logan.”

“Wanna bet?”

Scott looked away, taking a bite of his toast, and Logan’s grin widened, moving off his stool to corner him against the closed fridge, taking up all the space between them.

“You’re aware that there is plenty of space for you in here?” 

“’m aware,” Logan said, plucking the toast right from Scott’s hand and taking a huge bite as Scott stared at him with wide eyes. “I just like getting in yours.”

“Make your own toast, Logan.” He attempted to get it back, but Logan blocked his movement swiftly.

“Yours tastes better.”

“I already got a bite of it.”

“Which is why it tastes better.”

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t be weird.”

“Weird? I had my tongue in your ass last night, and you think this is weird?”

Scott smacked Logan in the chest, dragging out a chuckle from the mutant. He huffed out a breath and said, “Don’t be loud. We have a few telepaths in the house, Logan.”

“A little too late for that, don’t you think?” Logan said, resting a hand on the jut of Scott’s hip. Scott didn’t move away from it. “They’d have heard your voice from last night already. Hell, they don’t even gotta be telepaths to hear it.”

“I was not that loud,” he hissed, but his cheeks were already heating up from the way Logan smiled at him.

“Why? Are you shy now, Bub?” Logan leaned closer, and Scott’s eyes flitted to the entrance. No one here yet. “Nobody’s coming. I can hear them if they are.”

“I’m not shy, and just because we’re quiet doesn’t mean they won’t know. Again, we have telepaths here.”

“So how do you expect me to kiss my fucking boyfriend now?” he said, which made Scott blush even more. “We are, aren’t we?”

“You know we are,” he muttered, as they had established last night, after Scott had come for the fifth time in a row and was dazed with bliss. He felt completely awake when Logan asked him that, though. In fact, it made him cum once. Sort of. It was weird. 

“Then can I kiss my boyfriend?” He raised his eyebrows. “I don’t gotta, if you don’t wanna. We can do it in your office.”

“Are you trying to make me feel guilty for not letting you kiss me?”

“Nah,” Logan said, grinning. “I can just check your ass out in the meantime.”

“Brute.” He huffed out a laugh and exhaled softly. Then, he leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to Logan’s lips. “There. Happy?”

“You call that a kiss?”

“What do you call a kiss?”

“My tongue in your mouth. Something like that.”

“Your mouth is—” He heaved a breath and flattened his hand on Logan’s shirt. “What if somebody hears?”

“Nobody’s gonna hear it but you, Slim. Unless you don’t wanna.”

“I never said that,” he mumbled under his breath. “Never said I wanted to hide our relationship, either. I just—need a little time. I think. I don’t want to spook the kids.”

“They won’t be spooked, but you can take your time.”

“You can wait?”

“Like I said, looking at your ass is enough.”

He snorted, shaking his head. Scott twisted his hand in the grey shirt, yanking Logan closer to him until their lips were an inch apart.

“I guess good boyfriends deserve a kiss sometimes,” he said softly, and Logan flashed him a bright grin. “Don’t forget our dinner tonight. Seven. Sharp.”

“I’ll carve it on a tree so I won’t fucking forget it.”

Scott chuckled and rolled his eyes, just seconds before he kissed him. Quickly enough, Logan kissed back, pressing Scott against the fridge, dropping the piece of toast on the plate just to put his hands on Scott’s waist. Those same wandering hands pushed his shirt up, rubbing against the juts of his hips. 

He pushed Logan’s hands away, which didn’t help much when Logan was grinding against his body hungrily with a growl that Scott swallowed down in between the kisses. As good as Logan’s kiss was, he still had to be the one to push him away first.

Slouching against the cool surface of the fridge, Scott breathed heavily, looking at Logan with his eyes dazed. It was bad that he was already this aroused from a simple kiss. Well, not simple, but it was too much for him to handle. His lower half was already stirring awake, proving to be in perfect health after what they had done yesterday. 

Scott glanced at his watch. No students were awake yet. Not at this hour. They could probably sneak out and return in time for class. That might be okay.

“You’re a really bad influence, Logan,” Scott muttered, hooking his finger over the belt of Logan’s jeans. He tugged the man closer and chewed on the inside of his cheek. “Be that as it may, should we head to—”

“Good morning!” 

With a quick shove, Logan stumbled back a few steps, and Scott folded his arms over his chest as Jean walked into the room. Her voice was exceptionally loud today, but he could take a guess on why she was doing it.

“Looks like somebody got a good sleep last night,” she said, stopping next to Scott to grab the coffee pot.

“Oh, yeah,” Scott said, clearing his throat. “I slept fine.”

“How about you, Logan?”

“Like a baby.”

“It seems like at least you two had a nice sleep. I didn’t get to sleep a wink last night,” Jean said, pouring the coffee into her own favorite red mug. “Some people were being noisy.”

“Really?” Logan said. “You heard that too?”

Scott glared at Logan, but the mutant merely grinned at him.

“Definitely. It was all I could hear,” Jean murmured, lifting her coffee cup to take a sip. “You got louder than before, Scott.”

He widened his eyes, whirling his head to stare at her, but Jean was smiling into her mug.

“You knew it was me?”

“I wish I could borrow Hank’s collar so I can stop hearing you guys, but I think somebody else was using it,” she said, and Scott flushed. “Tell me, Logan. What were Scott’s eyes like?”

“Gorgeous.”

“Logan,” Scott hissed.

“Just sayin’ like it is, babe.”

“Babe?” Jean smiled. “You guys are fast.”

“Jealous, Red?”

“Hardly. I’m glad you two sorted it out,” Jean said with a shrug. “But maybe, just keep it down next time.”

“Sorry, ain’t my fault Slim gets loud when he’s feeling good,” Logan said, and Scott smacked him in the chest with a glare. “Okay, maybe it’s my fault.” A sharper glare had Logan clearing his throat. “All my fault. It was completely and fully my fault, all right?”

“Look at you, behaving for once. I have to say, it’s a nice look. If we knew Scott was all it took for you to be good, we’d have gotten you two together long ago.”

“Since when did you root for us?” Scott said.

“Since I saw Logan checking you out,” she said, and he snorted. “There’s a good forty-five minutes left before the first class starts. Why don’t you guys make the most of it?”

“No, it’s okay.”

“I’ll cover for you.”

Scott looked at Jean, but all he saw was sincerity in her eyes. She smiled, and he figured maybe she was really okay with them dating. She was rooting for them, even, as long as they kept it down, of course.

So he smiled back at her and grabbed Logan by the wrist, dragging him to the entrance of the door without saying a word.

“By the way,” Jean said, and Scott looked over his shoulder to meet her eyes. “Nice mark, Scott.”

He flushed, pulling Logan with him as the wolverine chuckled from behind. They bumped into Ororo in the hallway, but he didn’t let go of Logan’s arm, and Ororo only gave them a nod and a subtle smile as she walked past. It would be okay, he figured. They seemed to all be happy for them anyway.

Once he managed to get Logan inside his office, Scott pushed him against the table, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor.

“Aren’t you eager?”

“Shut up and put the collar on me, Logan,” he said, fumbling for the collar on the table, where he left it earlier.

“You brought it here?”

“I thought we might need to use it again.”

“Yeah? So you want us fucking in your office?” 

Scott shrugged, pushing the collar into Logan’s hands. “Like you haven’t thought about bending me over my table and fucking me raw here, Logan.”

“You kiddin’ me? It’s one of my fucking fantasies.” 

Logan flashed him a sly smile and unhooked the collar, wrapping it around Scott’s neck. It closed with a small click, and Scott swallowed, waiting for Logan to turn the collar on and raising his hands to his visor. 

“It’s okay, Bub, I got you,” Logan said, cradling his face first and rubbing his thumbs over his cheekbones. Gently, he removed the visor, and Scott narrowed his eyes, still flinching at the movement, but with Logan’s warm hands on his skin, it helped. “I’ve got you. It’s all right.” 

With the visor placed on the desk behind him, Logan’s hands were back to cupping his cheeks. He eyed Scott intently, brushing his fingertips past the corners of Scott’s eyes.

“Something in my eyes?”

“Yeah, you got a bit of beauty there,” Logan said, and Scott snorted, smacking his hand away.

“Don’t ruin the mood.”

“Some people called it foreplay, Bub. But if you want my tongue in your ass again as foreplay, I can do that too.”

Scott flushed, but instead of pulling away, he met Logan halfway for a kiss. He moaned into his mouth the second he felt hands on his backside. That was fast. 

He roamed his hands across Logan’s chest, pushing his shirt up to feel the muscle underneath, which the shirt hardly managed to cover. Scott hummed softly, grinding against Logan’s crotch in a much more desperate manner than he wanted to, but he really couldn’t hold it back any longer, not even when the rapid knocks on the door stopped him.

They ignored it the first time, but by the second time, it was harder to just let it go.

“Guys! I know you’re in there!”

“We’re a little busy here!” Scott exclaimed.

“Where’s the collar?”

“It’s being used!” Logan growled, and Scott chuckled against his lips. 

“Well, I kind of need it to cross-examine something, guys! Can I have it?”

Logan huffed out a breath and said, “Five minutes!”

“Make it thirty!” Scott corrected him, and Logan grinned. “That’s what Jean said.”

“We got about twenty-five minutes left.”

“We’ll manage,” he said, and kissed Logan again.

Chapter Text

“Class dismissed,” Scott said, adjusting the collar of his turtleneck as the students gathered up their books and quickly exited the classroom like they had been locked in here for years. “Remember your oral exam tomorrow. And don’t forget to do your homework!” 

He breathed out softly, putting the book back on the desk and adjusting his shirt again. It was uncomfortable, to say the least.

“How you holdin’ up, Slim?”

Scott turned around. Logan was already at the door, leaning on the frame with his arms over his chest. 

“Bold of you to ask that after what you did to me last night,” he muttered, rubbing at his neck, where multiple marks had started to bloom this morning. They were so visible that he was forced to wear a turtleneck. There was no other choice.

“Sorry, bub. Couldn’t resist it,” he said, padding towards Scott.

“I wasn’t doing anything.”

“You were wearing your cardigan.”

“That’s what turned you on?” he said. “Me in my cardigan?”

“You in the same damn cardigan you wore when we first met,” Logan said, and Scott blinked. Oh. “Yeah, so it caught me a bit off fucking guard.”

He thought he had lost the cardigan. Turned out, it had just been mixed up in the Lost-And-Found box and kept there for a really, really long time. Hank was the one to give it back to him, and Scott didn’t think of anything when he put it on. Didn’t think of anything when he returned to his—Logan’s room—in it, either, but Logan had pounced on him as soon as he saw him.

So that was why.

“You thought I was hot back then?”

“I thought Jean’s got a hot boyfriend. A threesome wouldn’t be too bad.”

He snorted, shoving Logan away. “Don’t be crude. And don’t put that image in my head. It’s weird.”

“What? You, me, and Jean? You never thought of that before?”

“No.”

“Weird,” Logan mumbled. “I thought of it a few times, though Jean sorta fizzled out by the end, so it was just me pounding your ass.”

He let out another laugh, rolling his eyes. “You’re gross.”

“Said the guy begging me to lick—”

Scott put his hand on Logan’s mouth, looking over his shoulder as Hank walked into the room without looking up at them. 

“You shush,” he hissed, and Logan put his hands up in surrender until Scott withdrew his hand. “Something wrong, Hank?”

“Oh, nothing, but I’ve got great news!” Hank said, finally meeting their eyes with a bright smile. He held a small box in his hand, only stopping before the desk to put it on the table. “Remember that time you and Logan were fucking in the lab with the collar on, and I told you I needed it, and you said you also needed it, so Jean said maybe we should both have it?”

Scott ducked his head as the embarrassment filled his expression. Of course he remembered it. It was even more embarrassing because he was the one to initiate it with Logan that time. It was hot, though.

“Yeah, we were all there,” he muttered, and Hank gave him a nod.

“Well, anyway, that got me thinking, and I consulted Professor Xavier, which, in retrospect, wasn’t a good idea, because I sort of walked in on the professor and Magneto having the time of their lives, so it was bad. For me, personally.”

“Christ,” Logan said, “you sure got an eyeful that day.”

“Wasn’t a really good day for me, yeah, but we did talk, and since then, I’ve been working on—this!” 

With a smile, Hank quickly opened the box and showed them eight silver bands inside. All identical. All with a red ruby quartz atop. Once he got a closer look, they seemed to be in different sizes.

“This is only the first version, I’m still trying to develop the second version that looks more natural, but this works just as well, and I want you to be the first to see it.”

“Me?”

“Yeah! You inspired me,” Hank said, picking up the last ring in the box and sliding it on his own finger. “Basically, it’s a smaller version of your collar. More suitable for mutants to wear and use anytime they wish to. This can help them control their power in public places with non-mutants if they want to.”

He showed Scott his hand, and he tapped his finger on the ruby quartz, turning the gemstone into a green color, and Scott gasped in surprise as Hank’s blue fur disappeared, turning him back to his human form. 

“Ah, see?” he said, grinning brightly at Scott. He tapped the quartz again, turning it back to red, and so did his beast form return. “It works really well so far.”

“Jesus Christ,” Logan said. “You made that?”

“Yeah! It took a few tries, but Jean helped me out a lot,” he said, putting the ring back in the box. “She’s one of the people that I wanted to make the ring for.”

“Jean wanted this too?”

“She didn’t specifically say it, but I just felt like, maybe, I can help her.” He shrugged. “I made one for Marie too. And Professor Xavier. You. Anyone who might be interested in it. Here, this one is for you.”

He picked up the first silver band from the box, putting it in the palm of Scott’s hand. Hank said, “This way, you don’t have to wear the collar anymore.”

“Thanks, Hank.” He smiled, fidgeting with the ring in his hand. “I have to say, this looks much more subtle.”

“I don’t know, Bub,” Logan said. “I sorta like the collar on you.”

He elbowed Logan in the ribs and rolled his eyes. “Of course you do,” he murmured, looking up at Hank. “Thank you, Hank. This means a lot to me.”

“You’re welcome. Besides, I wanted to do it,” he said, patting Scott’s arm. “Well, gotta go. I have to show this to six more people in this school.”

Just like that, Hank closed the box and swiftly strolled out of the classroom, looking as chirpy as he did when he got in. 

“It looks nice,” Scott said, holding the ring between his fingers. “Do you like it?”

“I still like the collar on ya.”

Scott snorted and said, “I’m being serious.”

“I’m bein’ serious too, Slim,” Logan said. “But the ring is nice. Can’t believe McCoy really went and made this.”

He hummed softly, giving Logan a nod as he slid the ring on his finger.

“Not that finger.”

“What?”

Logan grumbled and removed the ring from Scott’s ring finger. Instead, he slides it on his forefinger.

“What’s the difference?” Scott asked.

“I want that finger of yours unoccupied for a while,” Logan said. “Until I get one for you.”

He blinked, then stared at Logan until the thought finally formed in his head. Logan didn’t say anything. Knowing him, he probably didn’t want to elaborate, but Scott knew what he meant.

It wasn’t like he disliked the idea anyway.

“Okay,” he said, smiling discreetly at Logan. “Then I’ll wait until then.”

“Okay.”

“Good.”

“Good.”

Scott grinned, looking back at the ring. He breathed out quietly and said, “I don’t think I should depend on it too much, though.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. It feels like I may be using it too much lately,” Scott murmured. “I liked being able to see you without seeing red, but I don’t want to—I don’t know. Taking advantage of it would be—”

“Hey,” Logan said, turning Scott towards him so they faced each other. “Hey, look at me, Scott.”

His eyes flitted up, and Scott gulped, shoulders slouching, melting into Logan’s hand on his face. 

“Yeah, keep those eyes on me, Summers,” he said. “You know that ring or this collar won’t make you any less of a mutant when you use it, right? You don’t gotta wear it all the time, either. I don’t care if you have the visor or the collar or the damned ring on, you still look fucking gorgeous to me.”

He chuckled, pressing his lips together to restrain himself. Didn’t work.

“And if you do wear it, it’s fine. I know I’m hot, so it’s fair you wanna see me like this all the time.”

Scott burst into a louder laugh, shaking his head. “Okay, all right, I get what you mean, Logan.”

“I mean it.”

“I know.” He smiled, flattening his hands on Logan’s chest. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it. I don’t want you ever pouting at me again. It’s real hard to ignore.”

“Are you going to make me feel better?”

“Baby, I’m gonna make you feel so good you’re gonna skip classes tomorrow.”

“I’m a teacher!” he said, smiling regardless. “I guess it’s okay to wear it. It’s not bad, right?”

“It’s not, and it doesn’t matter what you have on, I still love you,” Logan said, “as long as you keep your eyes on me, Summers.”

Well, damned Logan for always saying the right things and making his heart warm and tingly from the words. Scott slid his hands up and wrapped his arms around Logan’s neck. He smiled.

“Don’t worry, I always do.”

The End