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June 4th, 2006
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What End Waits (Summers in a Sea of Glory, 2/10)
Just fucking make up your mind.” Logan said it in a low growl.

“It’s not that simple,” Scott replied.

“Sure it is.”

“There’s a lot to consider before – ”

“Fuck that. There’s bugger all to consider.” Voice rising now as he continued. “Just one thing. One question. Do you want her or don’t you? If you do, ask her. If you don’t, stop jerking her – and the rest of us – around.”

Scott opened his mouth to reply again, but Charles stepped in before he could. “I agree with Cyclops.” Logan looked up, surprised, as if he’d forgotten that he and Scott were not the only people in the room. “This is not an easy decision and not one to be made precipitously,” the professor continued.

“You’re making this too simple,” Ethan Leeds chimed in, agreeing with the other two. “It’s often one of your strengths, Logan. You know how to unloose the Gordian knots – you manage to cut through unnecessary complexity and see the simple solutions.”

“Unnecessary bullshit, you mean.”

Ethan smiled. “That, too. But not all complexity is bullshit, and this time I think the problem is more complex than you are recognizing.”

Professor Xavier nodded. “Cassandra has powers that are potentially of great benefit to the team. On the other hand, we have other factors to consider before we offer her a place on the X-Men.”

“What other factors?”

“Morale. Unit cohesion,” Scott answered, calmly, in spite of the belligerent tone in which Logan had asked the question. “Her powers are useful to us, but they’re also unsettling to the team. I don’t know that the rest of them are going to accept a precog who only predicts catastrophes.”

“And there’s Cassandra’s emotional state to consider, as well,” Ethan Leeds weighed in. “She’s still dealing with the trauma of what happened in Vermont. Cassandra is still adjusting to the huge changes she’s undergone in the past year. She’s working on coming to terms with the loss of her livelihood and home in Washington, working on developing a new view of herself, reflected by her new name. She’s still not entirely comfortable with her mutant status altogether. Obviously I can’t go into details, but I know it’s no surprise to anyone in this meeting that she’s an emotionally fragile individual. Cassandra has been through a great deal of trauma in recent months. I can’t really vouch for whether or not she’s emotionally healthy enough to be on a team like the X-Men.”

“Fuck that. If ‘emotionally healthy’ was a requirement to join this outfit, there wouldn’t be any X-Men at all,” Logan snorted. “The Professor there would be a one-man combat team. Well, maybe Jean, too, at least before the Phoenix got into her. But aside from the two of them, the X-Men have always been a bunch of nutcases and wackos. Take a look around.”

“We asked you to join this meeting, Wolverine,” Scott emphasized Logan’s codename slightly, “because Cassandra has been training with you. We wanted you to give us a clearer picture of her combat-readiness. You were not invited here to comment on her mental health, or that of the rest of the team.” Logan didn’t respond. “If you don’t have anything productive to contribute to the meeting, you might as well leave now,” he added, coldly.

Logan stood up and began to walk out, but Charles stopped him. “No, don’t go,” he said. Logan stopped where he was, but didn’t return, didn’t sit down. He stood there looking at Charles, waiting to see what happened next.

Charles turned to Scott. “Where did that come from? How are we to come to an informed decision without Logan’s input? What is happening with you two?” He looked from Scott to Logan and back, but neither man answered. “I haven’t had to deal with this kind of conflict between you in years. I don’t want to be dealing with it now. You both have more important things to do.” He looked from one to the other. “This is an unsettling time for us all, I recognize. I look to you, Cyclops, to lead the team – not only with orders, but by example. And,” turning to Logan now, “I’m looking for your support. Whatever your differences are, settle them privately. Outside of this meeting.”

Professor X’s words and tone left little room for argument. Logan rejoined the others, sitting down next to Ethan, without looking at Scott. Tension had clearly not dissipated, but the meeting got back on track, with all four men weighing in on Cassandra’s suitability as a member of the team, each offering his own information and expertise. A tentative consensus emerged, a belief that the precog was potentially an X-Man, but not ready at this point to be a full-fledged team member. Her combat skills were not sufficient for the task, and there was still concern about her emotional stability and consequent ability to function in high stress situations. It was agreed that Cyclops would talk to her, explaining that they would like her to join the main team after further preparation and training (and, implying but not explicitly stating, that further therapy would be a good thing as well). In the meantime she would be asked to assist in non-combat assignments and would continue her combat training with Logan.

Logan left abruptly when the meeting was finished. Scott, in the midst of a conversation with Charles, excused himself and followed him. “Can we talk?” he asked, catching up to Logan as he entered the elevator down to the subterranean secure areas of the mansion. Scott watched as Logan silently punched in the code for the Danger Room, and added, “Come on. You haven’t spoken to me – outside of meetings – since Vermont. What’s going on? What did I do? Why are you so mad? Tell me.”

“I got nothing to say to you.”

Scott strode alongside him, anyway. “Why?” he asked, as they got out of the elevator, looking around to verify that they were alone in the Danger Room. Logan went over to the simulator console and started keying in a simulation sequence, but Scott persisted. “Why suddenly nothing to say to me? Nothing to do with me? It’s obvious to everybody. Even Charles is noticing it. Suddenly you’re just pissed off at me all the time. What’s going on? Is it because of Jean? I told you it’s over between her and me. Don’t you believe me?”

Logan turned towards him. Scott thought he was about to speak, but not a word was uttered. He just grabbed Scott by the shoulders and kissed him, roughly, pushing his tongue deep in Scott’s mouth. Logan’s hands moved from Scott’s shoulders down his back, cupping the cheeks of his ass as his tongue explored the inside of Scott’s mouth. Still saying nothing, he broke off from the kiss and pushed the younger man down to his knees with one hand, unzipping his fly with the other.

Scott thought to resist, to insist that Logan at least speak to him first, tell him what he was angry about. But he suddenly realized that he wanted Logan more than he wanted to talk to him. In fact, at that moment there was nothing he wanted more than Logan’s cock in his mouth. And it was pretty clear that that was exactly what he was going to get. Logan held his erect dick in his hand, pulling Scott’s head towards him. Scott opened his mouth.

Logan pushed in hard, holding Scott by the back of the head and thrusting in again and again, fucking his face. Scott hung on to his lover’s legs, opening his lips and his throat and letting himself be used. He sucked hard as Logan pounded into him fast and deep, pushing so hard it wasn’t clear whether he was doing this for his own sexual satisfaction or to hurt Scott. Maybe both, Scott thought. But just as that idea came to him the rhythm changed, and Logan was sliding in and out of his mouth more slowly, almost gently. No longer just a receptacle, Scott started to feel like they were doing something together now. He stroked him with his tongue, using his lips, too, hands reaching eagerly now to touch Logan’s thighs and balls. Sucking, kissing, licking and stroking – offering love and need and desire with hands and mouth. Logan’s hands became gentle, too, fingers playing with Scott’s hair instead of holding him in place.

And he was talking. Not making much sense, but speaking in a soft, fond tone Scott hadn’t heard in some time, saying his name and words of encouragement. “Ah, Scott,” he said, “You got it. Like that. So good.” Scott felt hot, warm, loving. He had a profound sense of relief to know that Logan still wanted him, maybe even loved him. He wanted nothing more at this moment than to please Logan. He wanted this feeling, this connection between them, to last forever. He kissed and licked and sucked, exhilarating in the taste and feel of Logan in his mouth, the sound of Logan in his ears. He took him in deep, then pulled back, kissing and licking the head of Logan’s cock. Then pulled him in again, controlling the movements now, sure he was giving Logan what he needed, as Logan’s breathing got harder and louder and his words fell apart into incoherent sounds.

He stayed there on the floor after Logan came, leaning against his legs, savoring the taste in his mouth and the feel of Logan’s fingers, still stroking his hair, still gentle.

Then he wasn’t gentle anymore. He pushed Scott away from him with a roughly casual motion, not as if he were trying to hurt him, but like someone pushing an object out of his way. Logan zipped up his fly and straightened up. He walked back to the simulator console he’d been working at when Scott came in.


“What?” He turned on the simulator, not looking at Scott.

“Do you have to do that right now?”

Logan stopped, turned to face him. “What? You want me to do you?”

“Well, yeah. But I want you to talk to me, too.”

“I told you. I got nothing to say to you.”

“I’m going to tell her. About you and me, that is. Just not yet.”

“I don’t care what you do. None of my business – you and her.” They stood facing each other, not saying anything. After a minute, Logan said, “Do you want me to suck you?” He moved closer, began to stroke Scott through his pants, whispered in his ear. “Or I could fuck you. That always gets you off, doesn’t it?” He kissed Scott on the side of his neck, still rubbing him with his hand, unzipping him now and reaching inside his pants. “You like my big dick pushing in you, don’t you?”

Scott nodded, letting himself be pushed to the floor again. Logan was pulling at Scott’s clothes and his own with an impatience bordering on urgency. He pulled some Vaseline off a nearby shelf and slicked his cock with it, grunting happily at the sight of Scott waiting for him on hands and knees, pants pooled on the floor. And then Logan was in him, pushing hard and fast, his hand rubbing Scott as his cock stroked him inside.

Scott came hard, Logan’s cock shoved deep inside, Logan’s adamantium-laced body heavy on him. “She can’t do that for you,” he heard, right in his ear, as the orgasm overtook him. And then, in seconds, Logan was off of him and back at the console. By the time Scott had stood up and come over to Logan, he was in the midst of setting up a complicated simulation for one of his classes. Scott tried to speak to him again, get him to stop what he was doing, but this time he seemed less willing to be persuaded.

“It is your business. Of course it’s your business. I’m in love with you. I’m not with Jean anymore.” Logan continued working on the simulator controls. Scott came up behind him, pressed against Logan, put his arms around him, sliding one hand into his shirt. He held him close like that, kissed him gently on the back of the neck. Logan said nothing, but his hands dropped from the simulator and he leaned back into Scott’s embrace. “She knows it’s over,” Scott said, after a while.

Logan turned around. “How would she know that?”

“I told her. Well, I think she already figured it out. I wasn’t exactly acting towards her like she was my fiancée since she came back. She knew something was up. But I did tell her she and I are through. I haven’t told her about you, but I told her that.” Logan didn’t respond. “I’m going to tell her the rest. It’s just that it’s bound to be hard news for her – me in love with you. Hearing that I’m in love with someone else would be hard, anyway. She’s come back from the dead, in a very real sense. And the year that we lived through – well, it didn’t happen to her. You know that. She was in love with me and thought I was in love with her. I was. So, to find out that not only is it over but I’m in love with somebody else, on top of everything she’s been through. It’s too much.

“And beyond that, she’s got to have a hard time when she finds out I’m with a man, after we both thought that I was going to stay with her, that that was all over for me. I know it’s something she’d worried about for years. And then in the last year or so before she... disappeared, well we both felt more secure. I told her I could do this, marry her, stay faithful. I thought I could. So it’s got to be tough to find out that however much I meant it at the time – and I did – it was ultimately an empty promise. I couldn’t love her the way she needed to be loved, the way I need to love. But of all men – well, I think you might be the hardest for her to hear I’m with. Harder still if she hears you’re in love with me, too.” He looked down. “Only I wouldn’t say that. I don’t even know if it’s true. You said it once, but you’ve been acting like you can’t stand me mostly since.” Logan turned away from Scott again, hands going back to the simulator controls. He didn’t seem to be doing anything with them, though. Scott kept trying, put his arms around Logan again, whispered in his ear. “I love you, Logan. I want us to be a team, like we said, a team of two. You’re my best friend, my lover. Or you were. Do you still feel that way about me? I know you don’t like to talk about this stuff much, and I won’t, generally. But tell me now – do you love me? Do you even like me anymore?”

Scott didn’t get to find out if Logan was willing to break his silence and answer that question. He heard a voice, but not Logan’s. It was louder than any PA system and commanding in tone. It was in his head, not in his ears. He knew that Logan heard it, too, since Charles was addressing them both: “Cyclops, Wolverine – to my office at once. In uniform.”

This series begins at http://mofic.livejournal.com/31235.html and is also available here

Summers in a Sea of Glory is a sequel to Returning Spring, which in turn was a sequel to After the Fall.

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