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Title: Fighting So Long
Category: Sizzling
Length: 3,783/Short Story
Summary: Logan/Scott, sequel to Fighting So Hard. Scott may have been fighting too hard, but Logan has been fighting too
long.
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Logan pushed himself through the trees, his claws out and slashing at anything getting in his way. His vision was clouded
with red, the world just a blur going by, the only sound the noise of his own panting echoing inside his head. His clothes
were torn and his whole body was covered in scratches, some deep and bleeding freely as he continued to run.
Behind him, chasing him, were his demons; the broken memories of his past. Faceless ghosts cried to him, reaching out
rotten arms to catch him and pull him into their emptiness. Logan didn't want them; they may have been people that once meant
something to him, but now they were just haunting him. And so he ran, and he kept running. Away from his demons, and away
from everything else.
Eventually, of course, he ran out of room to run, bursting from the woods and into the moon light soaked clearing by the
lake. The rush of blood pounded in his ears as he stared wide-eyed about, his pupils so large his irises appeared completely
black. Something was there, had they followed him? How did they get ahead of him? They couldn't have - no, it was something
else. Someone else.
A twig snapped to his left and Logan swung around, settling instantly into a fighting stance. A man walked out from between
the trees and Logan was about to attack until the familiar scent hit him and flooded down to his lungs. Despite the fact he
now knew who it was; that it was someone that posed no immediate threat, Logan tensed even more, though he stayed still as
the man walked right up to him.
They stood there a few minutes, saying nothing and eyeing each other, one with fire, and one in calmness. Logan narrowed
his eyes but relaxed and stood up straighter. Scott's posture also changed minutely, expression changing from calmness to
having a serious edge. "Time to stop running, Logan." Scott tilted his head slightly, as if looking him up and down.
Then he turned silently and walked back the way he'd come.
Logan stared after him, suddenly feeling trapped between two powerful forces. His past - and what could be his future.
Where do you go when you have nowhere left to run? What was the likelihood of someone waiting for you when you finally stop?
The night closed in on him and before Logan even consciously made the decision he'd already taken a step after Scott. And
once he'd started walking, he found, he couldn't stop.
Scott's scent was still strong in the air and Logan followed him easily, though he stayed well behind. Despite the dark,
churning waves crashing inside him, desperately trying to swallow everything, Logan couldn't help seeing the irony in the
situation. How quickly the tables had turned. It wasn't that long ago that Logan held Scott in his arms and told him, more
or less, that he'd fight some of Scott's war. Not the 'war' between mutants and humans, but the war of grief. And now - and
now Scott was the one waiting for him when he stopped running. Logan wasn't entirely sure, yet, what that meant.
More light flooded into his vision and Logan paused his steps and looked up to find himself at the edge of a clearing.
A house took up most of the space, connected to a small jetty down on the water. Further up from the lake was a dirt road
leading off into the trees. Some of the lights were on and Logan saw Scott's car parked around near the road. Through one
lit window Logan saw a dark figure move by and tensed, but the figure didn't stop at the window, just kept walking. He turned
his head and looked out over the lake, noticing the water almost looked like black ink where it wasn't bathed in moonlight.
A light breeze blew over him, stinging some of the wounds that were just barely healed, the skin over them raw and sensitive.
Logan looked back at the house and starting walking towards it, stopping again at the front door that was standing slightly
ajar. The sound of light music drifted out to him from somewhere inside and the distinct echo of footsteps came from the second
floor. He pushed the door open, walked through and closed it quietly behind him.
Logan stood there, surveying the place, noticing it wasn't furnished anything like the mansion. It was more modern, but
not overly so. Comfortable, neat, everything Logan supposed a place Scott owned would look like. He wondered why he'd never
been here before just as the stairs creaked over to his left. Scott walked down them casually, as if nothing out of the ordinary
was happening, carrying some towels in his arms. He walked up to Logan and handed them to him. Logan took them numbly, his
face blank.
Scott smiled, "Take a shower," he said, nodding across the living room where a door led off into a hallway.
"First on the left." Then he turned and walked through an opening on Logan's right, into the kitchen. Logan looked
down at he towels and then back over to the kitchen, where he could hear Scott started to clutter around. Then he walked across
the living room and to the bathroom.
Inside he stripped off his tattered clothing and stepped into the shower, turning the water up hot, willing the itching
of new skin to abate. For a few minutes Logan just stood under the spray, his head titled back and his eyes closed, not watching
as the dried blood and dirt washed from his body. Then he picked up the soap and sniffed it, finding it to have only a faint
aroma. He scrubbed it quickly and efficiently over his body, then froze suddenly as he heard the bathroom door open. Logan
stared out through the misted glass at the warped figure standing in the doorway.
When the figure didn't move any further Logan washed his hair and then rinsed off before turning the water off. Opening
the shower door he stepped out onto the bathmat, glaring without any real heat at Scott who stood leaning impassively against
the bench. Logan's eyes drifted to the folded sweat pants and t-shirt Scott had placed beside him. It wasn't like him to be
modest but he hated the fact he had no idea where exactly Scott was looking.
Grabbing one of the towels he wrapped it around his waist and glared a little more effectively back at Scott. "I've
made some dinner," Scott said, looking wholly unaffected and pushing himself upright. "The clothes should fit."
Once again Scott just turned and left without any further explanations.
Logan dried himself fiercely, though by the time he was dressed he was back to feeling…empty, rather than annoyed.
In the kitchen Scott was sitting at the table, eating his bowl of pasta. Another bowl sat across from him and a radio sitting
on the bench was playing classical music with the volume turned well down so it was barely audible. Logan sat and they ate
in silence, Scott taking the dishes and rinsing them when they finished. Logan sat uncomfortably, staring at the table.
Behind him he sensed Scott walk up, almost close enough to touch and he tensed, though didn't move. A hand settled lightly
onto his shoulder and all of Logan's senses seemed to zero in on it, the light brush of Scott's thumb sending a shiver down
his back and a burn down to his groin. Something that was happening more and more with Scott's proximity. The hand left his
shoulder and ran down his arm, lifting it and wrapping around his wrist.
At the light tug Logan instinctively wanted to fight it but found himself pulled to his feet and out of the kitchen. Scott
let go a second before Logan was about to yank out of his grip and continued to lead the way up the stairs to his bedroom.
Logan followed slowly, starting to hate himself for every step but there wasn't enough fire there to make him stop. At the
doorway to the bedroom Logan paused and watched Scott toeing off his shoes.
As if just noticing his presence Scott turned to him, eyeing him with that same calm expression he'd been using all along.
Then he walked over and drew Logan further in with a hand on his arm and reaching around him to draw the door closed. Silently
Scott moved him over to the bed and urged him down. Logan sat on the end of the mattress grudgingly, his gaze fierce on Scott,
though he might as well not have bothered for all the good it did.
"Lay down." A sneer spread across Logan's face and he made to stand up but the change in Scott's expression
halted him. He'd never seen that expression before, even when Scott was 'Cyclops'. It made him look ten years older, a man
that could command an army if he set his sights on it. It jogged some blurred memory in Logan's mind of someone he'd once
known - a long time ago. Another man he'd respected greatly; he felt that clearly. Logan sat back, his eyes not moving from
Scott's face, and then shifted back on the bed, yanking a pillow up and leaning back against it.
Scott didn't move for a moment but then reached for the bottom of his sweater and pulled it off, letting it fall from
his fingers to the floor. Despite the glasses Logan knew Scott's eyes were looking right back at him. He didn't need to see;
he could feel it. And not only that, something like an electric charge seemed to be building up in the room, making the hairs
on the back of his neck stand up. One of Scott's hands fell on the buckle to his belt but Logan didn't let his eyes drop,
though he could still see as Scott slowly pulled the belt loop out and undid it.
Didn't even let his gaze waver as the pants dropped to the ground and Scott stepped out of them, though his body tensed.
Logan couldn't resist any more and he let his eyes drift down and over Scott's body, covered now only by his black boxer-briefs
and shirt. Before he had risen his eyes Scott walked to the bed and slid on, shifting up slowly to straddle Logan's hips.
Logan's expression was wary but he didn't move and Scott leant over him, placing his hands either side of Logan's shoulders,
their faces only a few inches apart. "You've been fighting too long, Logan," Scott said quietly. Logan stared back
at him, just watching as Scott settled himself back, but jerking a little as the weight settled over his lap.
"You helped me -" Scott shook his head, his hands splayed across Logan's stomach, caressing lightly as he obviously
searched for better words. Logan breathed in deeply through his nose, looking from Scott's face down to his hands. After a
moment they paused in their movements and Scott lifted his head to look at him. "We're supposed to fight together -"
The corner of Scott's mouth lifted up.
Logan opened his mouth to say something, though he wasn't sure what, but Scott stopped him by pressing two fingers over
his lips. "Not yet," Scott said, leaning and pressing a soft kiss to the side of Logan's neck, sending a shudder
through his body. He again went to move, his hands coming up, but Scott blocked him, taking his wrists and pressing them back
onto the mattress. "Let me." Logan's eyes narrowed and Scott held his gaze until Logan finally relaxed.
Scott let him go, reaching for the hem of his shirt and pushing it up. Seeing what he was doing Logan sat up to help him
get it off before sinking back onto the bed. Scott's hands went back to splay across his stomach and Logan flinched, though
minutely, at the skin on skin contact. The touch was light, though not light enough to be ticklish, and Scott's hands were
warm as they trailed up to stroke over his chest. Logan wondered if this was a 'soothing the beast' technique as his eyes
closed. Scott didn't treat him like a 'beast' any more though, not since they'd came back from Alkali Lake. He wasn't an animal.
The sudden wet and soft touch to his ribs made him jerk and Logan's eyes flew open just as Scott pressed another kiss
to his other side. Everything about this told Logan it was wrong. This was not his place to be - to just lie here like this.
But then he remembered that look on Scott's face earlier and it stopped him from going against what Scott obviously wanted
him to do. The soft kisses continued over his torso and gradually Logan's eyes closed again and his attention shifted to feeling
rather than seeing.
The warm weight on his lap was comforting and slowly becoming arousing as his cock took an interest in what Scott was
doing. It had been a long while since he'd been touched like this - in fact Logan didn't even remember a time when someone
had touched him like this. And with every kiss, the ghosts in his head were pushed away. He was no longer running; he was
no longer fighting them.
Logan grunted in surprise as he felt Scott's tongue brush over a nipple. Scott's warm mouth wrapped around it, suckling
the nipple and teasing it with his teeth and tongue. The action shot a spark down straight to Logan's groin, making his hips
jerk up into Scott's. Logan groaned as his cock briefly came into contact with Scott's own erection. He felt the lips around
his nipple stretch in a small smile before Scott lifted off and went back to stroking his chest and stomach again.
It went on like that for a while, the light touching changing every now and then to something more erotic. He opened his
eyes when Scott took off his own shirt, turning into a stare when Scott changed the simple act into a lionizing display of
the well developed muscles of his abdomen and chest, stretching high as he pulled the shirt up and over his arms before gracefully
letting it fall off the side of the bed. Then Scott was touching Logan everywhere again, running his fingers through the hair
over Logan's chest and down his stomach, leaning forward to suck at the skin of his neck.
Logan lay there and shivered, finding himself in a place he never thought he'd find. There was no more pressure, no worry,
it was just the two of them. Sliding down Logan's body Scott pushed his pants down and pressed his face into the right of
Logan's groin, breathing him in. Logan groaned and tore his eyes away to stop himself from coming right then. It was a good
thing he had because the next thing Scott did was press a kiss to the tip of his hardened cock. Scott laughed warmly as he
jerked wildly and sat back, hooking his thumbs in his own waistband. He waited until Logan was looking at him before sliding
them down, lifting them over his erection, and tossing them onto the ground. Slowly he glided back up Logan's body, sinking
down against him and holding himself up with his hands either side of Logan's head.
Logan looked down but could only feel their cocks nestled together between them and so looked back up, his hands moving
uncertainly to Scott's back. When Scott just continued to look at him Logan stroked his hands over the bare expanse of skin,
brushing down Scott's sides and, when he got up more nerve, down over Scott's ass. Squeezing, Logan's mouth quirked at Scott's
grunt and grinded up in response to the jerk of Scott's hips.
"Too much, too long," Scott began, his voice deeper and huskier than Logan had ever heard it, his face dropping
down so their noses were nearly touching, "Logan." Before Logan could even process that Scott was pressing their
lips together and he kissed back instinctively, groaning at the touch of tongue against tongue. He thrust his own into Scott's
mouth only to have it bitten lightly and a moment later Scott's tongue was pushing back into his own mouth, exploring and
tracing behind his teeth. A groan escaped Logan's throat and he gripped onto Scott's narrow hips, grinding their cocks into
each other.
Scott rocked his hips in response, sucking Logan's lower lip into his mouth. There was still a part of Logan that wanted
to throw Scott off, to get angry - not to just lie here, but that part was fast getting drowned out with overwhelming senses.
Everywhere in his body nerves were firing off pleasure, from everywhere that his and Scott's skin touched, from where Scott
was now sucking at his neck, and predominantly from where their erections slid together between them. Scott reached out an
arm to the side of them and Logan twisted his neck to follow it, nostrils flaring when saw the small tube in Scott's hand.
Pulling back Scott straddled Logan's hips again and then stretched over to open the drawer of the bedside table. Logan
stared when Scott pulled out some sort of metal collar before settling onto his lap again. His mouth opened but Scott shook
his head a little so he settled for a frown, waiting for some sort of explanation. "I don't do this just for anyone…any
of this. I want you to know that," Scott said, setting the lube on the mattress and raising the collar to his neck, clasping
it around and into place. Logan swallowed thickly, not able to deny how breath taking Scott looked, sitting there naked except
for the ring of thick metal around his neck.
As Logan watched, Scott's hand went to his glasses and he instinctively tensed as Scott pulled them off. Instead of having
his eyes closed, as Logan expected, he saw they were open and sucked in a breath as intense blue eyes met his own. "It's
an inhibitor collar, designed to stop my optic blasts. I can't wear it for long, as it builds up too much pressure,"
Scott explained, his voice settling over Logan like a silk sheet. He didn't care what it was and wasn't particularly listening,
his attention solely on Scott's eyes. Eyes that he'd thought he'd never see. Eyes that held so much more than he would have
ever expected. There was the calmness, the peculiar inner peace Scott had been showing all night. Contrasting with that was
desire, need and the flicker of something darker…more intense. If Logan had to describe Scott's eyes with one word
it would definitely be 'intense'.
Finally breaking their gaze Scott looked down at the mattress and picked up the tube, snapping it open. With his other
hand he picked up one of Logan's, settling it palm up on his own. Then he squeezed out the cool liquid over Logan's index
and middle finger. Logan watched him, looking at his hand and then at Scott's face. Though he couldn't ever remember doing
this before Logan was far from naïve; he knew where this was leading. And when Scott guided his hand further down and around,
he took over, sliding his fingers between Scott's cheeks, enjoying the hiss he heard in response to the touch. Finding what
he was looking for Logan circled the hole, a tightened mass of growing want quivering in his stomach, to think of what he
was soon to do.
He looked up to watch Scott's face above him as he slowly pushed a finger inside, pressing in deep and moving it in and
out, watching as Scott's lips parted in a breathy gasp and thin wrinkles of a frown marred his forehead. Soon Logan pulled
out before pushing two slick fingers in, scissoring and stretching what would have to accommodate his thick shaft, lying in
forced patience on his stomach. Scott made a choked sound, his eyes closing as he pressed back against Logan's fingers. Logan
shifted a bit, using his free hand to pull Scott up so he had better access and then pushed in a third finger, thrusting all
three of them into the silky heat. Scott moaned, fingers tightening into the sheet either side of Logan's shoulders. Then
he opened his eyes and caught Logan's, rocking his hips lazily.
Logan's stomach tightened even more and his dick jerked as he pulled his fingers out, wrapping his hands over Scott's
hips. Their eyes stayed locked as Scott slid a hand down to wrap around Logan's cock, positioning it against his entrance.
He slowly pushed back until Logan's cockhead pierced past the tight rings of muscles, paused a few moments, and then shoved
back all the way with a cry. Logan groaned, hands clamping down on Scott's hips. He then heard Scott's pants of pain and opened
his eyes. "Scott?"
"It's alright," Scott replied, not opening his eyes.
"I'm hurting you," Logan growled out, ready to push him off.
"No," Scott said, opening his eyes and looking straight at Logan's, one of his hands wrapping around Logan's
wrist. Logan stared back at him and a grunt of surprise escaped his throat when Scott began to move, using the powerful muscles
in his thighs to lift himself up, and then pushing back down, taking Logan's cock to the root. Their eyes stayed locked until
the sensations became too much. Logan threw his head back, eyes clamping shut as he thrust up into and against Scott's body.
He came first and Scott pushed up until he was sitting, head falling back and mouth open as he fisted his cock hard and fast
until hot semen hit his chest and stomach.
Later Scott was lying on his stomach, Logan propped up on his side beside him and tracing the scars over his back, letting
himself think. About Jean, about that night he'd taken care of a drunk Scott, about what had just happened. "This a one
time thing?" He asked spontaneously.
Scott opened his eyes and looked at him. "Not unless you want it to be," He answered evenly.
Logan's eyes slid away from Scott's and down his body, then he lay all the way down, pulling Scott into him possessively.
Scott smiled, kissed Logan's shoulder, and then let his eyes drift closed again.
The End
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