Look, you can't just make a mess like that. Not in broad daylight, and not in the god damn park.
[ He's sitting on the coffee table across where Eddie's seated on the couch, even if he's not just acknowledging him. Logan knows the Symbiote is in there, and though he doesn't understand the finer workings of whatever connection these two have, he's also aware that the Symbiote is at least a little interested in what he has to say.
Sometimes.
Honestly, it isn't even Eddie with the problem. He's doing the best he can to keep the Symbiote in check. But you can't talk to one without talking to the other, and really, if Eddie can do better then he should, and Logan frowns as he rubs at the side of his neck. ]
I get you want to use your powers to help, but... Jesus, there was a cop a couple feet away. [ His hand halts, fingers lightly squeezing around his own neck. ] You didn't have to "take care of it yourself".
[ He's sitting on the coffee table across where Eddie's seated on the couch, even if he's not just acknowledging him. Logan knows the Symbiote is in there, and though he doesn't understand the finer workings of whatever connection these two have, he's also aware that the Symbiote is at least a little interested in what he has to say.
Sometimes.
Honestly, it isn't even Eddie with the problem. He's doing the best he can to keep the Symbiote in check. But you can't talk to one without talking to the other, and really, if Eddie can do better then he should, and Logan frowns as he rubs at the side of his neck. ]
I get you want to use your powers to help, but... Jesus, there was a cop a couple feet away. [ His hand halts, fingers lightly squeezing around his own neck. ] You didn't have to "take care of it yourself".
[ Annoyance flares, hot and sharp and threatening towards something more concrete if he lets it, and that's never a good idea, especially not these days. It only encourages it, twisting through the darker recesses of his mind, the desperate, petty, angry part that attracted it in the first place. The part he's been actively trying to be better than since he was an angry teenager with poor impulse control and a world of bad decisions behind him.
It's too close to a lecture from back then, and that's the whole problem. He likes to think he's grown since then, doesn't make the same bad decisions. Actively tries to make better ones, to be a better person in general, and maybe that's the whole problem here, that it comes across more personal than it should, but that doesn't really help a whole hell of a lot when he's got Logan pointing out all the ways he screwed up on one side of the argument and the symbiote whispering in his ear on the other. ]
So you guys can run around in broad daylight, you can wreck a whole damn city, but we try to do one little thing to help, and we're suddenly a monster who isn't allowed out during the day? [ He jabs a finger and gestures to make his emphasis, but he deliberately keeps his seat. No reason to give Logan any more ammo here; it really could have been a lot worse than it was. ]
It's too close to a lecture from back then, and that's the whole problem. He likes to think he's grown since then, doesn't make the same bad decisions. Actively tries to make better ones, to be a better person in general, and maybe that's the whole problem here, that it comes across more personal than it should, but that doesn't really help a whole hell of a lot when he's got Logan pointing out all the ways he screwed up on one side of the argument and the symbiote whispering in his ear on the other. ]
So you guys can run around in broad daylight, you can wreck a whole damn city, but we try to do one little thing to help, and we're suddenly a monster who isn't allowed out during the day? [ He jabs a finger and gestures to make his emphasis, but he deliberately keeps his seat. No reason to give Logan any more ammo here; it really could have been a lot worse than it was. ]
[ Coming down from the high of orgasm, Logan's hands slip from the narrows of Steve's waist to draw up towards his chest and feel his beating heart under his palm. For a moment he feels the corner of his mouth twitch into a pleased expression -- it's nice to see Steve's belly stained because Logan's spilled all over him -- but that feeling of content halts... and drips... and leaves him with nothing short of horrific realisation when things really sink in.
He's in Steve's apartment. He's on Steve's bed. He's sitting on Steve Rogers' dick, and there's a rubber in him that they should probably get rid of.
Oh no. Oh no.
The sad thing is he can remember the point of it, too. He'd come to have a chat with Steve about Peggy Carter for the story, and the more Steve talked about her the more Logan's handwriting went to shit, and then something in him had felt jealous, and he'd dropped the paper and pen entirely and pulled Steve forward and kissed him and...
And. Oh God. Logan had sex with him because he was jealous. ]
I. Uh. [ The way he lifts himself is smooth up until Logan has to support his weight on his knees, because he feels wobbly and unstable and it's all he can do to land on his side by Steve instead of on top of the man entirely. ] I.
I left the tape recorder... it's going in the other room. [ He tries to sit up, but there is a pleasant, fucked out sensation in his lower back, so he drops back onto the bed instead against his will. ]
...fuck.
He's in Steve's apartment. He's on Steve's bed. He's sitting on Steve Rogers' dick, and there's a rubber in him that they should probably get rid of.
Oh no. Oh no.
The sad thing is he can remember the point of it, too. He'd come to have a chat with Steve about Peggy Carter for the story, and the more Steve talked about her the more Logan's handwriting went to shit, and then something in him had felt jealous, and he'd dropped the paper and pen entirely and pulled Steve forward and kissed him and...
And. Oh God. Logan had sex with him because he was jealous. ]
I. Uh. [ The way he lifts himself is smooth up until Logan has to support his weight on his knees, because he feels wobbly and unstable and it's all he can do to land on his side by Steve instead of on top of the man entirely. ] I.
I left the tape recorder... it's going in the other room. [ He tries to sit up, but there is a pleasant, fucked out sensation in his lower back, so he drops back onto the bed instead against his will. ]
...fuck.
[ They shouldn’t be doing this.
The thought had immediately crossed his mind the moment that Logan kissed him, but as quickly as it had come, Steve had dismissed it. He has been tempted to do the same for so damn long, although he has been repressing the thoughts as best as he could, but now that the moment has come... No, Steve couldn’t stop. He couldn’t pull away. He had just grabbed him, kissed him with the same ferocity the second that the surprise had disappeared, and it has all been a whirlwind since.
As things begin to settle, Steve is trying to catch his breath as Logan seems to fully realize what they had done. It squishes whatever urge he had to pull Logan forward again, to kiss him because suddenly his lips ache as if he’s missing him already, and he has to remind himself to not make this into a bigger deal than it needs to be. Not if Logan wants to just pretend it never happened.
When he falls back on the bed, Steve turns his head to look at him. Considering the lack of clothing, it’s hard to hide the scars along the left side of his abdomen, where the shrapnel had pierced through him during the attack, as well as the scars around his left knee and along his leg. Because, while out in appearances and meetings he’s able to hide the remnants from that day, under his clothes it’s a whole different story. That ‘perfection’ the army boasts about is just polished left overs from the war. ]
I think it can wait a few minutes, you don’t have to get up yet.
The thought had immediately crossed his mind the moment that Logan kissed him, but as quickly as it had come, Steve had dismissed it. He has been tempted to do the same for so damn long, although he has been repressing the thoughts as best as he could, but now that the moment has come... No, Steve couldn’t stop. He couldn’t pull away. He had just grabbed him, kissed him with the same ferocity the second that the surprise had disappeared, and it has all been a whirlwind since.
As things begin to settle, Steve is trying to catch his breath as Logan seems to fully realize what they had done. It squishes whatever urge he had to pull Logan forward again, to kiss him because suddenly his lips ache as if he’s missing him already, and he has to remind himself to not make this into a bigger deal than it needs to be. Not if Logan wants to just pretend it never happened.
When he falls back on the bed, Steve turns his head to look at him. Considering the lack of clothing, it’s hard to hide the scars along the left side of his abdomen, where the shrapnel had pierced through him during the attack, as well as the scars around his left knee and along his leg. Because, while out in appearances and meetings he’s able to hide the remnants from that day, under his clothes it’s a whole different story. That ‘perfection’ the army boasts about is just polished left overs from the war. ]
I think it can wait a few minutes, you don’t have to get up yet.
[ The first thing Logan wants to say is "Magneto went to our wedding?", but he holds himself back and instead says: ] That's why he was there, huh.
[ He pulls the ring hidden in his shirt to look at it, and even in the dull light of his crappy motel, it hurts how beautiful it is. How much Logan feels he doesn't deserve it. ]
Are you happy?
[ He pulls the ring hidden in his shirt to look at it, and even in the dull light of his crappy motel, it hurts how beautiful it is. How much Logan feels he doesn't deserve it. ]
Are you happy?
[ Magneto has been a weird addition to their life for years. Sometimes the Professor and him fight, sometimes they get along, sometimes Erik is kinda just there. Scott stopped questioning it long time ago. ]
I was surprised that he behaved so well but Raven being on his same table must have helped.
[There's silence on Scott's end after the question. Not because he doubts his answer but because it's just very unexpected. ]
I am. You...aren't? I know right now is not a good time for you, but...
[ He did notice Logan acting a bit weird recently but nothing so bad it made him worried. Now, though, he's getting concerned. ]
I was surprised that he behaved so well but Raven being on his same table must have helped.
[There's silence on Scott's end after the question. Not because he doubts his answer but because it's just very unexpected. ]
I am. You...aren't? I know right now is not a good time for you, but...
[ He did notice Logan acting a bit weird recently but nothing so bad it made him worried. Now, though, he's getting concerned. ]
Scott has a lot of feels....that he rarely talks about
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no_fun_allowed
- 2018-06-10 15:46 (UTC) - Expandlogan: (laughing while also crying) Talking? Me? (laughs harder while crying harder)
danzan
- 2018-06-10 16:49 (UTC) - Expandoh my god my internet wouldn't load dw for like the longest time bye
danzan
- 2018-07-28 16:12 (UTC) - Expandconveniently that was mostly the time I was also away from the net, this worked out
rehandle
- 2018-07-28 16:22 (UTC) - Expand[ It has been months since the Winter Soldier had disappeared after the incident in DC, and he has managed to lay low enough that he has not been spotted. He keeps moving, as if somehow expecting his handlers or one of the Avengers to locate him - after all, he figures Captain America (Bucky, he reminds himself, as if somehow trying to retain the echo of a memory that has lingered with him since the helicarriers went into the water) is looking for him, but no. He can't let them find him. His memory is still shot, and there are gaps that he can't make sense of just yet, but that drive to kill and maim on command isn't activated. It lets his mind try to test out its boundaries, tries to find clues and hints that can help him fill in the gaps, but it's slow going.
The next wave of memories come at the most unexpected moment. A shot on the news about the X-Men, and a school upstate, shows a man that makes him stop dead in his tracks. At first he isn't sure why his breath feels as if it gets knocked out of his lungs, but within seconds it's as if he's submerged into an old memory. One that remembers talking to that man. He remembers him saying Stripes in a way that makes his heart twist in his chest, but...he can't remember why. Just how he can't quite remember that Bucky wasn't the original Captain America, because HYDRA had done a great job at scrubbing those memories clean. He remembers glimpses of falling from that train, remembers waking up in some lab. He remembers pain more than anything else - what he has lived through, and what he has inflicted onto others - but the rest... The rest it's all a blur.
Even after that report ends in the news, though, he can't get the image of that man out of his head. It sticks to him in a manner that he can't quite shake, and it grows into a sort of obsession as he stubbornly tries to force himself to remember. Had it really been a memory? It's dangerous to go to the United States, he knows that damn well, but after a few days he finds a way to travel back to the country. He doesn't know why, exactly, because it's not like he plans on really seeking the man out to speak with him, but in a way he just wants that proximity. He needs to see him again, needs to see if it sparks something else in his head.
Spending years as a ghost helps him in sneaking into the perimeter of the school without being detected, and for two nights in a row he 'breaks' in. Not into the actual school, but just enough to be able to try to catch a glance of the other man.
The other man that has instincts that he can't quite remember, so he has no way to be prepared for them. Despite his best efforts to remain unnoticed, by the time he hears footsteps behind him it's already too late, and Steve whips around at an almost inhuman speed, looking ready to attack. The dark leather gloves hide the shine of his hand against the moonlight, but the cold glare reflecting in his eyes is forgotten when he realizes the person he has been trying to look for is here. He's right there, just a few steps in front of him, and his heart feels like it stops all over again.
What can he say? He opens his mouth to speak, to say something, but...he doesn't even know what to say. ]
The next wave of memories come at the most unexpected moment. A shot on the news about the X-Men, and a school upstate, shows a man that makes him stop dead in his tracks. At first he isn't sure why his breath feels as if it gets knocked out of his lungs, but within seconds it's as if he's submerged into an old memory. One that remembers talking to that man. He remembers him saying Stripes in a way that makes his heart twist in his chest, but...he can't remember why. Just how he can't quite remember that Bucky wasn't the original Captain America, because HYDRA had done a great job at scrubbing those memories clean. He remembers glimpses of falling from that train, remembers waking up in some lab. He remembers pain more than anything else - what he has lived through, and what he has inflicted onto others - but the rest... The rest it's all a blur.
Even after that report ends in the news, though, he can't get the image of that man out of his head. It sticks to him in a manner that he can't quite shake, and it grows into a sort of obsession as he stubbornly tries to force himself to remember. Had it really been a memory? It's dangerous to go to the United States, he knows that damn well, but after a few days he finds a way to travel back to the country. He doesn't know why, exactly, because it's not like he plans on really seeking the man out to speak with him, but in a way he just wants that proximity. He needs to see him again, needs to see if it sparks something else in his head.
Spending years as a ghost helps him in sneaking into the perimeter of the school without being detected, and for two nights in a row he 'breaks' in. Not into the actual school, but just enough to be able to try to catch a glance of the other man.
The other man that has instincts that he can't quite remember, so he has no way to be prepared for them. Despite his best efforts to remain unnoticed, by the time he hears footsteps behind him it's already too late, and Steve whips around at an almost inhuman speed, looking ready to attack. The dark leather gloves hide the shine of his hand against the moonlight, but the cold glare reflecting in his eyes is forgotten when he realizes the person he has been trying to look for is here. He's right there, just a few steps in front of him, and his heart feels like it stops all over again.
What can he say? He opens his mouth to speak, to say something, but...he doesn't even know what to say. ]
[ The moment he sees Steve fucking Rogers get into fighting stance, Logan's claws pop out of his fist with a sharp, metallic sound. It's the last thing he's ever wanted to do to Captain America, but this isn't his Captain America. Isn't his Steve, and the news from DC had said as much in plain images on the television in the living room.
His Steve had smelled like this, sure, but he hadn't smelled quite so much like gunpowder. Like the metal of his arm that's been stained with blood so much that it's seeped into small nooks his handlers must not have cared enough to clean. Logan wants to trust him, and he wants to trust the fact that he's been smelling hints of Rogers for two days now (thought he was hallucinating, that maybe he was dreaming of his past again as he so often has been since he got it back) and none of his kids have died, but you can never be too sure.
You can never be too trusting, in a line of work like god damn covert assassinations.
Logan knows what it's like to lose everything you were and to turn into someone else's weapon, and while he doesn't blame Rogers for what's happened to him, that doesn't mean that he thinks he's an innocent man. Once you kill, there's no turning back, and the sick of it sticks to you like a brand.
So his voice leaves him in a growl, adamantium claws gleaming under the moonlight with a shine that's as beautiful as it is deadly. ] What the hell are you doing here?
[ There is a dull ache in his chest-- a pain associated with seeing Rogers so close, with the war of his instincts telling him to relax because the scent of him's always made him feel safe and his mind telling him no, don't be an idiot. Logan wants nothing more than to pull him in, to tell him things will be all right, but.
Things aren't ever "all right" with them, are they? It hasn't been for Logan since his mutation manifested, and it hasn't been for Rogers ever since he "died".
It bothers him how badly he wants to cry. He's always wanted Steve back, but not like this. ]
If they sent you for one of my kids, [ his nostrils flare with anger, his head hurts with conflict ] or one of the X-Men, then you're not getting jackshit, bub.
His Steve had smelled like this, sure, but he hadn't smelled quite so much like gunpowder. Like the metal of his arm that's been stained with blood so much that it's seeped into small nooks his handlers must not have cared enough to clean. Logan wants to trust him, and he wants to trust the fact that he's been smelling hints of Rogers for two days now (thought he was hallucinating, that maybe he was dreaming of his past again as he so often has been since he got it back) and none of his kids have died, but you can never be too sure.
You can never be too trusting, in a line of work like god damn covert assassinations.
Logan knows what it's like to lose everything you were and to turn into someone else's weapon, and while he doesn't blame Rogers for what's happened to him, that doesn't mean that he thinks he's an innocent man. Once you kill, there's no turning back, and the sick of it sticks to you like a brand.
So his voice leaves him in a growl, adamantium claws gleaming under the moonlight with a shine that's as beautiful as it is deadly. ] What the hell are you doing here?
[ There is a dull ache in his chest-- a pain associated with seeing Rogers so close, with the war of his instincts telling him to relax because the scent of him's always made him feel safe and his mind telling him no, don't be an idiot. Logan wants nothing more than to pull him in, to tell him things will be all right, but.
Things aren't ever "all right" with them, are they? It hasn't been for Logan since his mutation manifested, and it hasn't been for Rogers ever since he "died".
It bothers him how badly he wants to cry. He's always wanted Steve back, but not like this. ]
If they sent you for one of my kids, [ his nostrils flare with anger, his head hurts with conflict ] or one of the X-Men, then you're not getting jackshit, bub.
Charles never forgot the man who had the claws. Logan. Wolverine. Whatever he called himself was no matter to Charles. All he cared about was the man had saved him. He knew that Logan had no self awareness. He could see in the man that he really didn't know how good he was.
He claimed Charles had saved him in the future. Well, Logan saved him in the present. He only hoped that the future that Logan spoke of had changed. While he wanted to help Logan and save him, he prayed that there was no more Trask in the future.
Never did he think he would see Logan this soon. The events came in a way he didn't plan, couldn't have seen coming even if he did have that gift. En Sabah Nur had wreaked his havoc. Raven had come to him at the mansion and together the team had sought out a way to save Charles. He was grateful for Jean, a woman more powerful than she would ever realize. She weas the reason that they were all alive.
She was the reason Logan was currently here, in the mansion, strapped to a table with lots of wires in him, both IV drips and body monitors.
And she was the reason, thankfully, that he still had his hair. In his time, she had been that much quicker, just enough to help and jump in before Charles had lost the hair on top of his head. He had to admit, he was a bit attached to it.
Charles sighed as he rolled into the room. One of his many daily checks on Logan. One day, perhaps the man would wake up. He'd been a terrible, almost traumatic shock when the kids had found him. They should not have put their lives in danger without getting help, but they'd been able to take care of the mighty Wolverine, bringing him back to the mansion and that was something.
"My dear man, please wake up. We have a lot to discuss. Come back to us," he murmured softly.
He claimed Charles had saved him in the future. Well, Logan saved him in the present. He only hoped that the future that Logan spoke of had changed. While he wanted to help Logan and save him, he prayed that there was no more Trask in the future.
Never did he think he would see Logan this soon. The events came in a way he didn't plan, couldn't have seen coming even if he did have that gift. En Sabah Nur had wreaked his havoc. Raven had come to him at the mansion and together the team had sought out a way to save Charles. He was grateful for Jean, a woman more powerful than she would ever realize. She weas the reason that they were all alive.
She was the reason Logan was currently here, in the mansion, strapped to a table with lots of wires in him, both IV drips and body monitors.
And she was the reason, thankfully, that he still had his hair. In his time, she had been that much quicker, just enough to help and jump in before Charles had lost the hair on top of his head. He had to admit, he was a bit attached to it.
Charles sighed as he rolled into the room. One of his many daily checks on Logan. One day, perhaps the man would wake up. He'd been a terrible, almost traumatic shock when the kids had found him. They should not have put their lives in danger without getting help, but they'd been able to take care of the mighty Wolverine, bringing him back to the mansion and that was something.
"My dear man, please wake up. We have a lot to discuss. Come back to us," he murmured softly.
There were few things in Logan's life that were comforting, but then there wasn't much of his life that he remembered in the first place. Slaughtering the men in his prison had been easy, being angry had been easy, and then Little Red had to put her hands by his head and make him remember things, and all the anger had turned to confusion and then depression, and then a complete and utter full body shutdown.
Logan wasn't his name. He knew that much.
But it was the name of his father-- the first man he killed-- and that was as close to an identity as he could get. (He was a murderer.)
The last thing he could remember was running through the snow before the ache in his head took over. Snatches of his life had come in: a man with claws in his fingernails, being trapped in a deep well with a Japanese soldier, the feel of all his skin melting off and then regrowing; it had been too much, and Logan had fallen, and the snow had felt so cold, but still so much better than the conflict of his reality.
That one memory sparked a continuous process of his mind trying to get the rest of Logan's life back, but the shock had been enough to keep him essentially out of commission for a little under a week. He was awake for only minutes at a time before the headaches got bad enough he had to sleep again. Slipping in and out of consciousness meant that Logan wasn't aware of a lot of things, but.
When he woke up now, a scent filled his nose that he'd certainly smelled before.
There wasn't enough memory for him to really know himself, or to piece together what he might have been before now. But while Logan's mind was unreliable, his nose never failed him, and the familiarity of this scent (the fact that, unconsciously, he'd been smelling the man at his side all this time thanks to his frequent visits) was what had him turning his head in the direction of the voice instead of trying to face it with fear and inevitable fury.
He hadn't heard the man's words when he'd spoken, and he wasn't exactly capable of speaking himself. His head was still aching, pounding, and just keeping his eyes open took a significant amount of effort.
But Logan reached out all the same, his hand raising a minuscule amount off the mattress before it sank back.
Hissing softly, he squeezed his eyes shut. This headache was going to kill him.
Logan wasn't his name. He knew that much.
But it was the name of his father-- the first man he killed-- and that was as close to an identity as he could get. (He was a murderer.)
The last thing he could remember was running through the snow before the ache in his head took over. Snatches of his life had come in: a man with claws in his fingernails, being trapped in a deep well with a Japanese soldier, the feel of all his skin melting off and then regrowing; it had been too much, and Logan had fallen, and the snow had felt so cold, but still so much better than the conflict of his reality.
That one memory sparked a continuous process of his mind trying to get the rest of Logan's life back, but the shock had been enough to keep him essentially out of commission for a little under a week. He was awake for only minutes at a time before the headaches got bad enough he had to sleep again. Slipping in and out of consciousness meant that Logan wasn't aware of a lot of things, but.
When he woke up now, a scent filled his nose that he'd certainly smelled before.
There wasn't enough memory for him to really know himself, or to piece together what he might have been before now. But while Logan's mind was unreliable, his nose never failed him, and the familiarity of this scent (the fact that, unconsciously, he'd been smelling the man at his side all this time thanks to his frequent visits) was what had him turning his head in the direction of the voice instead of trying to face it with fear and inevitable fury.
He hadn't heard the man's words when he'd spoken, and he wasn't exactly capable of speaking himself. His head was still aching, pounding, and just keeping his eyes open took a significant amount of effort.
But Logan reached out all the same, his hand raising a minuscule amount off the mattress before it sank back.
Hissing softly, he squeezed his eyes shut. This headache was going to kill him.
you are not a failure, you're just super POPULAR <3
bethebetterpath
- 2018-08-29 16:41 (UTC) - ExpandI know, right? What does that say about me?
Logan, you wound me. Watch it or I'll sleep on the couch.
You’re probably right.
But I want to know, and now I’m even more curious, so...tell me.
But I want to know, and now I’m even more curious, so...tell me.
[ Logan laughs, though hopefully Jean-Paul catches it as the malice-less sound that it is. ]
Do you actually want to be good at checkers? [ He's setting the pieces up again, though, and will continue unless Jean-Paul tells him he doesn't want to play any more. Meanwhile, the record playing is close to its end. ]
You kick my ass at hockey, so it's square.
Do you actually want to be good at checkers? [ He's setting the pieces up again, though, and will continue unless Jean-Paul tells him he doesn't want to play any more. Meanwhile, the record playing is close to its end. ]
You kick my ass at hockey, so it's square.
I don't know. I just like winning. [He actually cracks a grin.] Another game. Maybe I'll get better.
Bullshit. You're a goon is all. I'm just better as a forward because I'm fast.
And you're better at curling.
Bullshit. You're a goon is all. I'm just better as a forward because I'm fast.
And you're better at curling.
Away from the school, but not enough away that we wouldn’t be able to come back if something comes up.
I just never pictured you as a particularly zen guy.
so you get turned on by arguments?
It's been 30 fucking years since I last saw you, and you come in when I'm showering.
[ Or so says the floating head peeking from around a shower curtain. Logan doesn't care enough to really pull the curtain to cover him properly, but he's not stepping out from behind it full nude without a proper reason, either.
The water continues to run, pelting the side of his face and the rest of his body. Logan is frowning so, so much. ]
Who the hell is Ajax?
[ Or so says the floating head peeking from around a shower curtain. Logan doesn't care enough to really pull the curtain to cover him properly, but he's not stepping out from behind it full nude without a proper reason, either.
The water continues to run, pelting the side of his face and the rest of his body. Logan is frowning so, so much. ]
Who the hell is Ajax?
I had to see if it was you! Colossus wouldn't tell me who else was in the mansion! [And his hunch had been right! His grins at him through his mask.] And here you and, uh [His looks down and gives a little tiny wave.] -little Logan are! It's good to see you, buddy!
And Ajax is an asshole who tortured me. Real name is Francis. Really stupid name. I was hoping you could help me track him down and help me murder him? Eh? Whadda ya say?
And Ajax is an asshole who tortured me. Real name is Francis. Really stupid name. I was hoping you could help me track him down and help me murder him? Eh? Whadda ya say?
So you finally decided to show up, huh.
[ Logan's sitting on some crates out back from the Howling Commando's usual post-mission stop, a cigar hanging from his mouth. The tip of it burns a nice orange as he takes in a breath, and then he takes it between his thumb and index to push the smoke out from between his teeth.
It's not like he blames Bucky for taking a while to get out, but Logan smirks all the same at the sight of him, teasing. ] You enjoy the swing music in there?
[ Not that Logan wouldn't join him if he asked, but they both know it isn't his scene. ]
Hope you didn't kiss anyone before you got to kiss me.
[ Logan's sitting on some crates out back from the Howling Commando's usual post-mission stop, a cigar hanging from his mouth. The tip of it burns a nice orange as he takes in a breath, and then he takes it between his thumb and index to push the smoke out from between his teeth.
It's not like he blames Bucky for taking a while to get out, but Logan smirks all the same at the sight of him, teasing. ] You enjoy the swing music in there?
[ Not that Logan wouldn't join him if he asked, but they both know it isn't his scene. ]
Hope you didn't kiss anyone before you got to kiss me.
Can't help it that I'm so popular. And yeah, I liked it all right.
[ Bucky had been wanting to duck out for what seems like hours, but even if the Commandos all pretty much know what's going on, appearances have to be maintained. And Sgt. Barnes has a reputation for being social, and something of a ladies man.
A well-deserved reputation, that just happens to be less interesting to him now that he and Logan have found each other.
It's dark where they're meeting, the glow of the cigar like a beacon, so Bucky takes a chance, crowding up to stand between Logan's knees with a smirk. ]
I think you mean 'hope you didn't kiss anyone before you got to kiss me, sir'.
[ Bucky had been wanting to duck out for what seems like hours, but even if the Commandos all pretty much know what's going on, appearances have to be maintained. And Sgt. Barnes has a reputation for being social, and something of a ladies man.
A well-deserved reputation, that just happens to be less interesting to him now that he and Logan have found each other.
It's dark where they're meeting, the glow of the cigar like a beacon, so Bucky takes a chance, crowding up to stand between Logan's knees with a smirk. ]
I think you mean 'hope you didn't kiss anyone before you got to kiss me, sir'.
There was only so much an omega could do to keep their heats from getting in the way of things when suppressants didn't work on them. In Logan's case, it meant he kept track of his cycles religiously and secluded himself for the entirety of them-- a habit that all the X-Men were all right with, given Logan didn't have much of a choice otherwise. For a long time this seclusion had been an individual endeavour, but recently (and for a few years now, really, even if to someone who'd lived for over a century "a few years" was only a blip in time) Logan had been shacking up with the first alpha he'd ever loved since Kayla, and God, the thought of it is still dizzying in its own right.
Ask him what he did to deserve anyone like Nathan and he wouldn't be able to give a proper answer. Even beyond the heats, beyond the bond they shared (marked with the shape of Nathan's teeth ever-present on the back of Logan's neck), Logan genuinely loved him. And liked him, which was probably more important in the long run. Just the thought of seeing him again, even if Logan spent all his weekends with him already, had him excited in a way he'd never felt for anything (or anyone) else in the longest fucking time. Maybe that was love. Maybe that was what it was supposed to feel like.
Either way, Logan's eyes were always brighter when he was with him.
This time, however, that excitement came with an apprehension, and throughout the drive Logan made to Nathan's place, he found himself mulling over the topic in his head more than he'd ever done before. The uncertainty of it was so bad it almost made him forget about the fact that his heat was going to be starting in its entirety in only a handful of hours, too.
Even now, those handful of hours later, after having a meal with Nathan and speaking with Nathan and returning to his bedroom with him, Logan finds himself frowning slightly where he sits on the edge of the bed. He hasn't gotten his clothes off despite the fact that his face is starting to warm, too afraid of asking what he wants to ask to really do it. The muscles of his thighs are clenching as his heat truly begins to manifest physically, and once Nathan is turned his way, Logan looks up at him and makes his move.
His fingers curl lightly into the bedsheets beneath him. "What do you think about a family?" A pause, as Logan crinkles his nose. That's a stupid question. He knows well enough that Nathan likes children, knows that he's the sort of man to want a home life like that. God. "I mean-- not in general. Sorry.
"Uh." Fuck. He can't remember the last time he'd ever felt this afraid of rejection. "It's just... what about having one?" Unable to keep his head lifted and his gaze matching Nathan's own, Logan turns away, a hand lifting to rub the side of his index finger against the end of his nose. "With, uh, me."
Ask him what he did to deserve anyone like Nathan and he wouldn't be able to give a proper answer. Even beyond the heats, beyond the bond they shared (marked with the shape of Nathan's teeth ever-present on the back of Logan's neck), Logan genuinely loved him. And liked him, which was probably more important in the long run. Just the thought of seeing him again, even if Logan spent all his weekends with him already, had him excited in a way he'd never felt for anything (or anyone) else in the longest fucking time. Maybe that was love. Maybe that was what it was supposed to feel like.
Either way, Logan's eyes were always brighter when he was with him.
This time, however, that excitement came with an apprehension, and throughout the drive Logan made to Nathan's place, he found himself mulling over the topic in his head more than he'd ever done before. The uncertainty of it was so bad it almost made him forget about the fact that his heat was going to be starting in its entirety in only a handful of hours, too.
Even now, those handful of hours later, after having a meal with Nathan and speaking with Nathan and returning to his bedroom with him, Logan finds himself frowning slightly where he sits on the edge of the bed. He hasn't gotten his clothes off despite the fact that his face is starting to warm, too afraid of asking what he wants to ask to really do it. The muscles of his thighs are clenching as his heat truly begins to manifest physically, and once Nathan is turned his way, Logan looks up at him and makes his move.
His fingers curl lightly into the bedsheets beneath him. "What do you think about a family?" A pause, as Logan crinkles his nose. That's a stupid question. He knows well enough that Nathan likes children, knows that he's the sort of man to want a home life like that. God. "I mean-- not in general. Sorry.
"Uh." Fuck. He can't remember the last time he'd ever felt this afraid of rejection. "It's just... what about having one?" Unable to keep his head lifted and his gaze matching Nathan's own, Logan turns away, a hand lifting to rub the side of his index finger against the end of his nose. "With, uh, me."
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Nathan had been in love before, but he’d never felt it as strongly as he did with Logan. It was more than just the bond shared between devoted mates. What he felt for Logan ran so much deeper, filling his heart with happiness and a sense of warmth that he didn’t have when they were apart. He lamented that they only had weekends to share together, but understood that Logan couldn’t be with him all the time.
They had come a long way from when they had first met. Back then Logan had been a bit cold toward Nathan. Apparently, he strongly resembled Logan’s brother - physically, anyway - and the two of them were on bad terms. To put it mildly. It had taken Logan a while to completely separate them in his mind. The fact that Nathan was nothing like his brother had helped a lot with that. They hadn’t become fast friends, but Nathan was patient, and that patience paid off more than he ever could have imagined. He couldn’t see his life without Logan now.
This visit had been different. Nathan couldn’t help noticing that Logan seemed troubled, but he’d held out through dinner, hoping his mate would open up to him in his own time. Sometimes Logan just needed a little space, and Nathan tried to give him that, despite wanting to know what he could do to help.
Logan’s nervousness was almost palpable as he sat on the edge of their shared bed, watching Nathan remove his shirt and toss it aside. It was a relief when he started to talk, though Nathan’s brow furrowed at the sight of him gripping the sheets like that. Still, he was patient, giving Logan a chance to say what was on his mind. When his concern was finally voiced, Nathan smiled and stepped closer to the bed so he could reach out and stroke Logan’s cheek.
“Do you really have to ask?” His tone was gentle and reassuring. “Of course I want to have a family with you. I just thought, with how hectic your life can be, that maybe you didn’t want one.”
He sat down on the edge of the bed and wrapped his arm around Logan, gently nuzzling his shoulder. Nathan loved kids, and he’d wanted to be a father for a long time. If Logan was sure he was ready, there was no chance that he would reject the idea.
They had come a long way from when they had first met. Back then Logan had been a bit cold toward Nathan. Apparently, he strongly resembled Logan’s brother - physically, anyway - and the two of them were on bad terms. To put it mildly. It had taken Logan a while to completely separate them in his mind. The fact that Nathan was nothing like his brother had helped a lot with that. They hadn’t become fast friends, but Nathan was patient, and that patience paid off more than he ever could have imagined. He couldn’t see his life without Logan now.
This visit had been different. Nathan couldn’t help noticing that Logan seemed troubled, but he’d held out through dinner, hoping his mate would open up to him in his own time. Sometimes Logan just needed a little space, and Nathan tried to give him that, despite wanting to know what he could do to help.
Logan’s nervousness was almost palpable as he sat on the edge of their shared bed, watching Nathan remove his shirt and toss it aside. It was a relief when he started to talk, though Nathan’s brow furrowed at the sight of him gripping the sheets like that. Still, he was patient, giving Logan a chance to say what was on his mind. When his concern was finally voiced, Nathan smiled and stepped closer to the bed so he could reach out and stroke Logan’s cheek.
“Do you really have to ask?” His tone was gentle and reassuring. “Of course I want to have a family with you. I just thought, with how hectic your life can be, that maybe you didn’t want one.”
He sat down on the edge of the bed and wrapped his arm around Logan, gently nuzzling his shoulder. Nathan loved kids, and he’d wanted to be a father for a long time. If Logan was sure he was ready, there was no chance that he would reject the idea.
"...have you been there the whole time?"
Or so Logan said once he caught sight of Nathan. It wasn't exactly difficult to find him; when his belly really started to show Nathan had taken to being even more adamant about being close to him, not that he wasn't already before. But Logan wasn't sure when he fell into a nap, only that he was awake from it now, feeling like no time had passed at all.
Nathan's head was on his stomach now-- rounder than it'd ever been in Logan's life, really, and so god damn heavy it had to be a joke. He didn't necessarily get any pains (and what aches he did get tended to fade almost as soon as he felt them), but being pregnant was sapping all his energy away. Logan couldn't remember the last time he'd ever been so... motionless, so lazy. Not that it was a bad thing, but it certainly took some getting used to.
This, though-- Nathan being so close all the time, so protective, so eager for the children they were going to be bringing into the world in only a few months' time-- needed practically no adjustment at all. Logan's affection was too strong for that, and true to form the corner of his mouth pulled up just a bit as he reached down to tap the end of his thumb on the corner of Nathan's mouth. "Cute."
Or so Logan said once he caught sight of Nathan. It wasn't exactly difficult to find him; when his belly really started to show Nathan had taken to being even more adamant about being close to him, not that he wasn't already before. But Logan wasn't sure when he fell into a nap, only that he was awake from it now, feeling like no time had passed at all.
Nathan's head was on his stomach now-- rounder than it'd ever been in Logan's life, really, and so god damn heavy it had to be a joke. He didn't necessarily get any pains (and what aches he did get tended to fade almost as soon as he felt them), but being pregnant was sapping all his energy away. Logan couldn't remember the last time he'd ever been so... motionless, so lazy. Not that it was a bad thing, but it certainly took some getting used to.
This, though-- Nathan being so close all the time, so protective, so eager for the children they were going to be bringing into the world in only a few months' time-- needed practically no adjustment at all. Logan's affection was too strong for that, and true to form the corner of his mouth pulled up just a bit as he reached down to tap the end of his thumb on the corner of Nathan's mouth. "Cute."
“Mostly. When I saw you had fallen asleep, I decided to join you.”
Nathan blinked drowsily up at Logan and gave him a warm smile. He had been dozing himself, listening to the rhythmic little heartbeats of their unborn pups. There probably wasn’t a more soothing sound to Nathan in the world. He glanced at the clock to find that two hours had passed, but it felt like no time at all.
With his mate so far along in his pregnancy, Nathan’s protective instincts had gone into overdrive. Though he still went out to hunt (the meat was good for both of them), he spent most of the rest of his time with Logan. While normally he was a stronger fighter than Nathan could ever dream of being, the pregnancy had slowed him down considerably. The thought of not being there when his mate might need him didn’t sit well, so hunting aside, he was always around. Always.
He nuzzled Logan’s hand and kissed his palm as he stretched his legs.
“They were pretty active when I first came in. I don’t know how you slept through it.”
Nathan blinked drowsily up at Logan and gave him a warm smile. He had been dozing himself, listening to the rhythmic little heartbeats of their unborn pups. There probably wasn’t a more soothing sound to Nathan in the world. He glanced at the clock to find that two hours had passed, but it felt like no time at all.
With his mate so far along in his pregnancy, Nathan’s protective instincts had gone into overdrive. Though he still went out to hunt (the meat was good for both of them), he spent most of the rest of his time with Logan. While normally he was a stronger fighter than Nathan could ever dream of being, the pregnancy had slowed him down considerably. The thought of not being there when his mate might need him didn’t sit well, so hunting aside, he was always around. Always.
He nuzzled Logan’s hand and kissed his palm as he stretched his legs.
“They were pretty active when I first came in. I don’t know how you slept through it.”
Remember how you kept drinking the punch last night?
Yeah, that was spiked.
Yeah, that was spiked.
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Yeah.. Learned that the hard way.
How badly did I embarrass myself, Lo?
How badly did I embarrass myself, Lo?
”I’m done. You coming?”
Seeing the one person who had been by his side through thick and thin turn his back on him - actually begin to walk away - made Victor feel hollow inside. His brother, his best friend, his mate since they’d been old enough to know what it even meant to be mates... was just walking away from him. Leaving him behind after so many years of standing side by side with him.
“Jimmy!”
He turned back, and for a moment Victor had hope that Logan would stay.
“We can’t just let you walk away.”
Though what he really meant was that he couldn’t just let him walk away. Victor couldn’t allow the only important person in his life to leave him behind; alone. Loneliness was a feeling that he wasn’t familiar with, both because he didn’t get along well with others and because he’d never been faced with it before. It was sobering in the worst kind of way, and when Logan threw his dog tags to the ground and his retreating back disappeared into the foliage, Victor felt a kind of hurt he’d never known until that moment.
“Jimmy!!!” But no answer. He was really gone. Victor stood there for a moment, shocked to the core. Then, without a word to Stryker or anyone else, he slowly followed Logan’s scent until he fell in step beside him.
The memory stood just as vivid in Victor’s mind as though it had been yesterday, but that night was far behind them. He hadn’t been happy about leaving Team X, and especially not about leaving behind the killing. God, he missed the killing. But would he be any happier without Logan in his life? He doubted it.
They had settled together in a cabin far out in the forest where they had minimal contact with society. Victor didn’t think he had ever seen Logan so happy - so content with life and the world around him. Living peacefully together as mates seemed to be more than enough for Logan. For Victor, the adjustment was more difficult. He and Logan had very different philosophies on life. Logan wanted to be more human, while Victor thoroughly embraced his own animal nature. There were many times when such a simple life frustrated him. Still, he was able to appreciate the positives. He had his mate, and at least they were out in the wilderness rather than somewhere urban or even suburban. He still got to hunt and kill, though only animals to provide them with meat.
Birds were beginning to sing there morning songs as a sliver of light peeked through the curtain. Logan was curled up close, his head on Victor’s chest, and Victor had one arm lazily draped over his waist. He had been awake for about an hour, but stayed in bed to let Logan sleep a bit longer. There was nothing he needed to get up so early for anyway. Except maybe coffee. He was starting to crave a good cup of coffee.
Seeing the one person who had been by his side through thick and thin turn his back on him - actually begin to walk away - made Victor feel hollow inside. His brother, his best friend, his mate since they’d been old enough to know what it even meant to be mates... was just walking away from him. Leaving him behind after so many years of standing side by side with him.
“Jimmy!”
He turned back, and for a moment Victor had hope that Logan would stay.
“We can’t just let you walk away.”
Though what he really meant was that he couldn’t just let him walk away. Victor couldn’t allow the only important person in his life to leave him behind; alone. Loneliness was a feeling that he wasn’t familiar with, both because he didn’t get along well with others and because he’d never been faced with it before. It was sobering in the worst kind of way, and when Logan threw his dog tags to the ground and his retreating back disappeared into the foliage, Victor felt a kind of hurt he’d never known until that moment.
“Jimmy!!!” But no answer. He was really gone. Victor stood there for a moment, shocked to the core. Then, without a word to Stryker or anyone else, he slowly followed Logan’s scent until he fell in step beside him.
The memory stood just as vivid in Victor’s mind as though it had been yesterday, but that night was far behind them. He hadn’t been happy about leaving Team X, and especially not about leaving behind the killing. God, he missed the killing. But would he be any happier without Logan in his life? He doubted it.
They had settled together in a cabin far out in the forest where they had minimal contact with society. Victor didn’t think he had ever seen Logan so happy - so content with life and the world around him. Living peacefully together as mates seemed to be more than enough for Logan. For Victor, the adjustment was more difficult. He and Logan had very different philosophies on life. Logan wanted to be more human, while Victor thoroughly embraced his own animal nature. There were many times when such a simple life frustrated him. Still, he was able to appreciate the positives. He had his mate, and at least they were out in the wilderness rather than somewhere urban or even suburban. He still got to hunt and kill, though only animals to provide them with meat.
Birds were beginning to sing there morning songs as a sliver of light peeked through the curtain. Logan was curled up close, his head on Victor’s chest, and Victor had one arm lazily draped over his waist. He had been awake for about an hour, but stayed in bed to let Logan sleep a bit longer. There was nothing he needed to get up so early for anyway. Except maybe coffee. He was starting to crave a good cup of coffee.
Logan tended to wake up at sunrise-- not before it, not after it. But now apparently seemed to be one of those rare exceptions to the rule, as it was only when the sunlight dropped onto his eyelids that he started to stir, grumbling quietly as he turned his head to bury his face into his brother's chest. Though he was trying to escape the brightness starting to stream through the window in trickles, it was too late to go back to sleep and Logan knew it. Once he was up, he was up, even if he didn't exactly want to move from the comfortable position he'd settled in.
So he stayed like that for a while, his face pressed to Victor's skin and breathing in his scent. And then, when a full three minutes had passed since he'd first moved, he mumbled oh-so quietly: "How long?"
He didn't have to say more than that. Logan was sure Victor knew he was asking how long it'd been since he'd woken up, what with the fact that he did it every time his mate woke before him.
With a great deal of effort, Logan lifted his head just enough to rest his chin on Victor's chest and peer up at him lazily.
"I keep tellin' you to wake me when you get up, asshole."
So he stayed like that for a while, his face pressed to Victor's skin and breathing in his scent. And then, when a full three minutes had passed since he'd first moved, he mumbled oh-so quietly: "How long?"
He didn't have to say more than that. Logan was sure Victor knew he was asking how long it'd been since he'd woken up, what with the fact that he did it every time his mate woke before him.
With a great deal of effort, Logan lifted his head just enough to rest his chin on Victor's chest and peer up at him lazily.
"I keep tellin' you to wake me when you get up, asshole."
You know I don’t mind Canada.
But if you want to go to Brooklyn, we can. We can explore it together. If we feel like going out, I mean.
But if you want to go to Brooklyn, we can. We can explore it together. If we feel like going out, I mean.
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