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Runaway Pt. 2

Mon, 06 Jul 2009 01:27:15 GMT

Title: Runaway
Author: live_louder
Rating: R
Status: (2/?)
Pairing: Scott/Logan, possible Scott/Logan/Jean
Warnings: slash, threesome (relatively light), sub/dom overtones, very very very dubious consent issues, non-con (for safe measure), and some bad words.
Summary: Jean wants a threesome. Logan wants a threesome. Scott wants to hide.

A word from the author: Thank you to paia j for being the most awesomely beta ever. I waited forever to post this, and she must be very frustrated with me, despite her never ending patience *stares hopefully*.

*Disclaimer*
I own none of the characters.

Scott rarely had nightmares. However, considering the incredible disarray of his personal life lately, his subconscious must have decided that he was due.

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*Scott's dream*

He was couldn't see, but that was okay, because he could feel. He felt wonderful, every square inch of him was singing. Someone else was next to him, not Jean but someone familiar, and whoever it was was touching him.

A wide hand was spread out against his stomach, rubbing against it soothingly as it stroked downwards. He felt himself tense as the hand neared his erection, but the hand surprised him, moving further down than he had expected. He felt a finger circle the entrance to his ass, but before he could pull away the finger forced its way inside.

“That hurts!” he yelped as he twisted away.

“Stay fucking still!” was growled into his ear. Shocking him into awareness. He was with Logan.

The first thing he noticed was that he was face down, kept still by the weight of the larger man at his back. His arms were stretched painfully above his head, pinned there by a heavy grip. Logan's probing finger began to glide in and out, forcing the air from Scott's lungs. He struggled, but he couldn't seem to get out from under the larger man.

Scott heard a low rumble from behind him and he could hear the grin in the other man's voice as he muttered to him in a low voice.

“Not giving any orders now are you?”

Scott spat out a curse and screwed his eyes shut.

He felt Logan shift, and he felt something large press against his ass

His eyes snapped open.

“Logan don't!”

“Mine!” was growled triumphantly into Scott's ear as he was slowly impaled on Logan's stiff length.

It burned. It was a deep seated pain that spread with excruciating slowness until every muscle of his body was tense with agony. Scott tried to pull away, but the hands on his hips kept him there

“Wait it out Slim!” Logan ordered sharply, tensing his grip hard enough for his fingers to bite into Scott's wrists.

After what seemed like an eternity Logan's pelvis was pressed tight against Scott's ass. The older man stalled momentarily to allow Scott to adjust before leaning back on his knees and painfully yanking Scott up onto all fours.

Logan's thick length pulsed inside of Scott as the older man slowly drew out his cock, leaving only the mushroomed tip inside, before slamming back in with a violent roar of relief.

“Or conquest ….” Scott's mind hissed before the pain hit him.

A scream tore itself from Scott's throat, and his passage rippled around Logan as he struggled to escape from the other man's grip.

Suddenly, Jean was there, materializing out of nowhere to silence Scott's screams with a kiss. She rubbed her hands soothingly over Scott's tensed muscles and coaxed them to relax. Every touch was followed by an echo of relief and the fading of pain. The kiss was only broken by the movement of her lips as she whispered gentle endearments and praise.

Logan's urgent thrusts came easier now, and some of them were actually starting to feel good. When Scott tentatively pushed back against the older man Logan groaned deep in his chest and gripped Scott's neglected length.

Each pump drove Scott against Jean. He slid down her body to her breasts, but she slid back and guided his head lower, moaning as he licked and nipped his way down.

Scott moaned, he couldn't hold it back. He was going to come soon. It only a few more moments before Logan's hips lost their rhythm and -

“Mine.”

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Scott was jolted out of his dream by the sound of a door bursting open.

“What's wrong?!” Logan barked while barging into the room. He sounded … concerned?

Scott's dazed mind ignored it. Scott really wasn't up to dealing with Logan right now. Instead Scott focused on something trivial, like wondering how he had flipped onto his stomach in his sleep without waking up.

“Probably so I could rub against the mattress.” He thought with a grimace.

Suddenly the reality of the situation came upon him, exposing three terrifying facts. First, he just had another a sex dream about Logan. Second, Logan was in the room. Third, he was painfully aroused.

… Didn't Logan know how to knock?

Scott needed time to calm down, and if he just ignored the other man there was a chance that he would get frustrated and leave.... probably. After all, Logan was not known for his patience.

“I know yer' awake Slim. You know, enhanced senses an' all.”

Nothing. No response, not even a twitch.

“Well, as long as your awake,” Logan tried again, “ … why don't you go about explaining why you ran out on me and Jean last night.” he growled.

“...”

Logan leaned against the wall and scowled at the sleeping figure. He hated the silent treatment.

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Logan focused his senses on Scott. The kid's heart rate was sky high but he wasn't moving. The boy wasn't even acknowledging that he was there. Logan growled and took a step forward, and that's when the scent hit him.

Logan's scowl was replaced with a toothy leer. His boy was aroused. It was heavy in the air. Unmistakable.

Logan's breath started to shorten, and his blood ran hot as his cock filled. Damn good smell that was, it was musky and deep. It smelled like it'd taste good. His sharp eyes narrowed as they bore down on Scott, who was still totally ignoring him. He'd have to be careful about how he approached this or the boy would just end up running away again.

Logan paused for a moment and considered his options. The smell must have got to him though, 'cause in the end he decided to hell with self control. He was going to teach his boy a lesson.

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Scott couldn't calm down. He felt hypersensitive. He could hear the subtle creak of the floorboard as Logan shifted from one foot to the other, felt the air vibrate with a growl, and almost flinched at a sudden snort of agitation.

It took a long minute, but eventually Logan's footsteps started to slowly trudge towards the door. Scott waited until after he heard the door swing open and slam shut before breathing out a small sigh of relief. However, his breath caught in his throat as he heard the lock click a second later.

Logan was on top of Scott before the other man even realized Logan was moving.

“I'm awake!” Scott shouted in surprise.

Logan pined Scott's wrists together with one huge hand. The other hand was used to grip a fistful of hair and lift Scott's head from the mattress at an awkward angle. He lowered his face next to Scott's ear.

“Nice to see that I've got yer attention.”

The sound of Logan's claws being drawn left a sudden sharp echo in the quiet room, and Scott's entire body froze in response. He was in exactly the same position as his dream, only now it seemed much more dangerous.

Scott's mind was racing. “He won't cut me for ignoring him.” Scott reasoned through his panic, “He's just trying to be intimidating.”

“Heh, yeah trying...” he thought to himself.

The clawed hand fisted in Scott's hair released him, and Scott groaned as his strained neck muscles spasmed in a failed effort to prevent his head from dropping to the mattress. Scott's breath came in short bursts as Logan licked and nipped at Scott's neck, sniffing it lightly.

“He's scenting me.” Scott realized with a shudder.

Logan's clawed hand started a slow and careful trek down Scott's tense body, deliberately shredding the clothes Scott had worn to bed. As Logan's hand reached past his waistline Scott sucked in a quick breath. This was really happening, he realized with a jolt. He was going to be trapped, naked, under Logan, and the man was going to fuck him whether he liked it or not. Scott started to panic and jerk at his wrists, careful to keep most of his body still near the claws. It was too much. He needed air. He needed to get away from Logan to think.

“I'm not gunna hurt you Scott.” Logan soothed as he finished slicing through the clothes and retracted his claws. “Don't ever think I would hurt you.” he muttered as his hand slid itself between Scott and the bed, gently closing around Scott's shaft.

Scott writhed to avoid Logan's hand, surprised to notice that he was still hard. This was totally different from the dream. He felt .... affection from the other man.

"You're liking it." his mind hissed accusingly.

“Y-you bastard.” Scott choked out.

Logan nodded slightly and purred an amused growl back into Scott's neck before licking a broad strip up to the shaking man's jawline. “You taste good Scotty” was growled into Scott's ear between the lingering swipes of Logan's tongue and the playful bites of his teeth. Logan pressed his face into the crook of Scott's neck and inhaled deeply, simultaneously rubbing the length of his body against him and pumping Scott's weeping shaft.

Scott moaned in surprise and arched back into Logan, making the feral man groan in satisfaction and grind against him from behind.

Logan was quickly losing focus. The smell of the boy was making his mind fuzzy, and the way that Scott arched into him was demanding his attention. The boy just looked, fuckable.

Logan still had to teach him that lesson.

“Are you gunna keep running out on me an' Jeannie?” Logan ground out.

Scott didn't answer, and lost the wonderful friction that was on his cock. The gasp he let out sounded almost painful.

“Don't ignore me again, boy.” Logan growled darkly, surprised by the shudder that shot though Scott at the name. Logan grinned down at him. Their fearless leader has a kinky streak. That could be pretty fun later, but right now he wanted an answer.

“Well....” Logan prodded.

Scott buried his face into the mattress and groaned. Logan thought he heard a muffled apology, but he leaned down anyway.

“What was that?” he growled his dark voice colored with smug satisfaction

“I said I'm sorry, okay?!” Scott snapped.

The words were barely out of his mouth before Logan jumped off of him and bolted from the room, leaving the door wide open. Scott shot up in surprise and rushed to the door, slamming it shut and locking it behind Logan as the older man's voice resounded through the hall.

“Stay there a minute!” Logan barked

Scott turned and leaned against the door, sliding down it with a groan. Why would Logan just run of like that?! Was all of that some sort of prank, another way for Logan to show his superiority? Was Logan even taking any of this seriously? Scott pushed off the door and paced across the room to grab some clothes. He was going to figure out where Logan was going. If the other man thought he could just leave him out to dry like that he had another thing coming.

Suddenly his door was being slammed on loudly by an angry Logan.

“If you want this door to stay in one piece you better open it now Cyke'!” called Logan's booming voice.

Scott rushed to the door and swung it open “What the hell Logan!” he began, only to stop when shoved aside by an irritated Logan dragging a confused looking Jean in tow.

Logan slammed the door shut and turned, bracing himself against it. Jean turned towards Scott with a puzzled look before turning back to Logan. The room grew quiet as the dazed pair stared at Logan for an explanation.

Logan let out a breath. “So....” Logan began, pausing to level a leer at Scott, “You wanted a chance to apologize …...?”

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Runaway (1/?)

Thu, 11 Dec 2008 05:36:20 GMT

Title: Runaway
Author: live_louder
Rating: PG - 13
Status: (1/?)
Pairing: Scott/Logan, possible Scott/Logan/Jean
Warnings: slash, threesome talk.
Summary: Jean wants a threesome. Logan wants a threesome. Scott wants to hide.

Thank you to asreal01 and paia j for being the best betas ever. I wrote this about a month ago and then forgot about it, it's my first fic, so feel free to tell me if anything's off.

**Disclaimer** I own none of the characters.

Scott was leaning against the wall of the rec room. He'd found Jean absorbed in an animated conversation with Logan and decided that waiting over *here* was enough to show Jean that he was making an effort to get to know the man.

Across the room he could hear the sound of Jean's soft laughter, could see her slowly lean forward to place a leisurely hand on Logan's knee. The other hand settled on his shoulder as Jean leaned towards his ear, her red lips softly moving in a gentle whisper. Whatever she said to Logan had the Canadian glancing between her and Scott, his eyes filling with disbelief, which quickly dissolved into a leer.

Coughing uncomfortably Scott glanced away and struggled to suppress the warm blush that had rose to his cheekbones. He hated this.

He couldn't keep his composure around the other man. Ever since Logan found out about Scott's 'experimentation' as teenager he had taken it upon himself to think up creative ways to invite both Scott and Jean into his bed. Scott had to fight back another surge of heat as he recalled Logan's last 'invitation'.

Scott was so distracted that he barely registered the fact that the pair was moving towards him.

Logan braced a meaty hand above Scott and leaned in, a toothy grin set into his handsome face.

“You feeling alright?” he purred.

Scott pressed himself more fully against the wall. “Jean, can I ... other room ... now?” he called out over Logan's shoulder. Jean nodded and said her goodbyes to Logan who, much to Scott's dismay, responded without shifting from his spot.

Jean followed Scott to their room in silence, her long strides barely keeping up with his anxious gait. When they reached their door Scott burst into the room and shut the door behind Jean. He turned to her and glared.

“What did you tell him?”

Jean casually strolled over to sit on the bed. “I told him you had a dream about him last night.”

“You told him!?” he hissed.

"I don't think it's that bad." she stated just as casually as before, “He was starting to think you weren't interested.”

“Maybe that's because I'm not!”

“You are interested Scott.” she deadpanned “ I've been in your head remember?”

“No” Scott declared stubbornly. He hated it when she acted like she could read thoughts he hadn't had yet. “I know what you're planning with Logan, and I'm telling you now, no.” his posture becoming as rigid as his attitude.

For a while neither one of them said anything, but when Scott turned to leave Jean spoke up.

“You can't keep running away.”

He ignored her and moved towards the door, swinging it open only to run right into the man that had started all of this.

Logan was standing there in the hall, fervently glancing back and forth between the two of them with a hungry look. When Logan's eyes settled on him Scott realized that Logan expected him to stay. The feral man started to reach towards him, but Scott cringed back.

“N.. no.” was all Scott stuttered out.

Logan's hand suddenly froze. The gleam in his eye dimmed, only to be replaced with an angrier, more malevolent one. The hand shot forward and fisted in Scott's shirt, slamming him between the feral man and the door frame.

“We're not going to wait on you forever, 'Cyke!” Logan snarled into Scott's face.

“Don't touch me!” Scott growled back, his gaze flicking down to Logan's grip.

Logan narrowed his eyes, dangerous fury radiating from his expression. Scott had been in this situation before, he tensed up, waiting for the blow.

But Logan surprised him. Without breaking eye contact Logan slowly disentangled his fingers from Scott's shirt and smoothed the material down.

Pressing closer the feral man leaned into Scott. He could feel Logan's chest rise as he inhaled deeply, taking in Scott's scent.

“Mine.” Logan purred softly, suddenly nipping his earlobe.

Scott jerked back in surprise and shoved past Logan out of the room.

Scott rushed down the hall. All the while trying to ignore the lingering surprise of Logan's bite and the burning gaze he could feel between his shoulder blades.

He wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight.