"Cabin Fever"
by Osiris Brackhaus

 

A very neat detention cell somewhere in Iowa, late afternoon.

"Hey you, freak!", the local Deputy called out as he shoved another 'guest' into the corridor leading to the cells. "Here's another weirdo to keep you company."

The 'weirdo' he pushed ahead of him was seriously wearing one of these retina-singing orange overalls the officials were so fond of putting on everybody they put into a cell, probably as it was one of the few forms of torture they could get away with. Also, the new prisoner didn't wear any shoes, any personal belongings, and as far as Logan could guess, no underwear as well. But, that was what made the whole thing interesting to him, the other detainee wore handcuffs and a black beanie cap of some sort, accompanied with such a dark scowl he was outright amusing to Logan.

Wolverine himself, already sitting in his cell for a few hours, was still wearing the same stuff he had been picked up with, minus his papers and a lot of his patience. No one had bothered to make him change, and probably no one had seen the need of it.

Logan had been a paragon of a prisoner, calm, friendly, real. And honest, as odd that might have felt to all of those involved. For he had just been here snooping around a little, having been sent down here by the Professor to have a look at the recent outbreak of criminal energies in the area. He hadn't done anything illegal, at least not yet, as he was picked up by the local police. They were utterly nervous, and as Logan had been told explicitly not to make things worse, he had obliged to follow the officers comparatively peaceful.

Only thing had been that the Deputy was overly eager to find anybody he could pin his problems on, so he had been detained for unnamed charges until further notice. At least, he had been allowed his phone call, which Logan had used to tell the Professor he was obediently acting the nice guy but he didn't know how long he would be able to keep up appearances. And Xavier, in turn, had promised to send someone to bail him out as soon as possible before things started to turn messy.

So Logan had been sitting here in this newly renovated, but except for him, unoccupied detention block, staring at the pristine walls and really, really hoping he would either fall asleep or some guards would come and try something naughty with him. Anything but this maddening silence and these 'soothing' pastel green walls.

But now, as the officer had so nicely said, there was someone else to play with at last.

Not really treating the orange-clad prisoner politely, the officer unlocked Logan's cell-door and shoved the other man in.

"Just watch out, this one's a killer", he noted as he locked the door again, leaving Logan to wonder why the hell they put him together in one cell with the new prisoner when there was a whole empty block of cells around them. "Already killed Myers with a pencil, fucking bastard..."

Raising a curious eyebrow, Wolverine considered the newcomer with real interest. No small wonder that the officer was this pissed. Probably, they wanted to see if they knew each other, or told each other some secrets of trade. Or wanted to watch them kill each other off.

What a hilarious notion.

"Bet he's one of these damn' muties...", the officer grumbled as he left the corridor again, and Logan couldn't help but grin.

A cop-killer mutant. Whoa, am I afraid.

But right now, his fellow prisoner didn't seem too threatening, Wolverine found. He seemed rather nervous, actually.

Bobbing on his toes, the other man seemed to have had a can of coffee too much this morning. Maybe two, considering how his dark eyes darted restlessly from one corner of the room to another.

Finally, the other man's eyes fixed on Logan, and his restless gaze turned into a rather challenging stare. Not that Wolverine was by any means impressed. He had been through enough messy moments that whatever ugly surprise this would-be villain might come up with didn't really concern him.
There was, though, a certain allure to the newcomer's scowl, something that Logan found surprising but never the less most welcome. The officer had been right, this was someone to play with, the mutant thought with a widening grin.

"Eh, what's so fucking funny?", the other man suddenly bellowed, as he naturally found Logan's grin rather personally antagonizing.

"Nothing."

Looking down in his best attempt at appearing harmless, Wolverine wondered if he would manage to continue his charade.

"Then what the fuck are you staring at, huh?"

Your crotch, Logan though immediately, but managed to his own mild surprise to keep his mouth shut. No need to spoil this with the truth.

"Nothing, man", he replied raising his arms defensively. "All cool."

"Fucker."

Apparently, the new prisoner considered their introduction over, for he turned to edgily scanning the room again. He was obviously searching the cell for something, but what this specific something might be completely eluded Logan. This place was new, and there wouldn't even be dust-motes under the narrow cot in the corner.

Hell, there weren't even scratches on the surface of the tiny table Logan was sitting on, and the toilet in the cell's corner could almost be called virginal. Actually, this was by far the spookiest cell Logan had ever been sitting in.

But the other prisoner didn't seem to care, neither for his fellow inmate nor for the fact that the whole place would have to be riddled with cameras. The dark-haired man searched literally all corners of the place, each inch of the tiny sideboard and even looked carefully under the table Logan was sitting on.

What an amusing, nervous little fellow, Wolverine found.

Finally, the other may crouched on the ground, scanning the floor for his special something, offering Wolverine a prime view on his rear, tightly packed into bright orange fabric as it was. And it was a sight to behold, the mutant noted with rising interest. That fellow's nervous constitution seemed to make for an excellently tuned body, firm and muscular in just the right way. Pure meat.

Inside his denims, he felt his dick press against its confines, urgent to be let loose onto this delightful playground that presented itself so advantageously on the floor. Shifting his weight to cherish that special feeling of friction, Logan wondered for a long second what to do. On the one hand, the Professor had seriously asked him to keep as low a profile as possible, and jumping a dangerous prisoner in a cell so packed with cameras would surely not match that description. On the other hand, if he didn't outright rape the other guy, there would be nothing illegal about it. And it would keep him occupied and his hands out of any chance to get into real trouble.

Almost subconsciously, the pressure in his pants and the tension in his mind had made him flex his fingers, his adamatium blades feeling as caged as his dick, pressing against the skin between his knuckles almost with a will of their own. Before he could stop it, the blades jutted out of their shafts, the tiny pain as they broke his skin sobering enough for him to retract them immediately again.

But the telltale sound had not gone unnoticed.

"Did you hear that?", the other prisoner asked fully alert, his head still underneath the cot.

"Did I hear what?", Logan asked, feeling rather impishly right now and rather astonished about the fact. Imprisonment did funny things to your mind, he thought.

"That... sound.", he got as reply. "That... 'SNIKT'-sound. Didn't you hear that?"

Luckily, the other man couldn't see Wolverine’s malicious grin.

"Nope, nothing."

With a grunt, the other prisoner resumed his search. Naturally, Logan couldn't resist and let his blades blink up for a second once again.

"There!", the other man all but yelped. "There it was again!"

Now, the orange-clad prisoner rose to his feet, his eyes wild and narrow with alertness. As he still couldn't pin anything that could have been the sound's origin, he finally focused on Logan again.

"You...", he whispered, his eyes shining with a wild passion that closely bordered to madness in Wolverine's eyes. "Do you have a knife?", he asked urgently. "Or a Zippo?"

"No."

"Don't you fuck with me...", the prisoner growled, only to cause Logan to give a deep chuckle.

"I haven't even started...", he growled back so impressively much deeper and ultimately more feral that the other man blinked in confusion. Slowly rising from his place on the table, Wolverine asked just as deeply: "Or was that an invitation?"

"You mad son of a bitch", the guy snarled in an attempt to sound menacing, and he actually would have been convincing if Logan hadn't picked up that distinctive change in the other man's scent. A pang of fear was mingling with the almost metallic, edgy scent of his nervousness.

And boy was that an exciting change in Wolverine's eyes. Well, nose, actually. Whatever.

"What were you looking for on the floor anyway, boy?", he asked, well aware that the other man would probably turn violent as soon as he felt seriously cornered. Not that Logan worried one bit about a fight, but he had promised the Professor to act nicely and he really could do perfectly without Xavier's unspoken reprimand if he messed up the situation.

"Stay... away from me...", the prisoner barked, yanking at his handcuffs in a vain, subconsciously attempting to get rid of the restraints. "Don't you dare...!"

Logan didn't even bother to give any snarky remark, instead he just walked on to wedge in the other prisoner between him and the wall.

That was, he tried to until a surprisingly swift high-kick of the orange-clad guy impacted with the base of his neck and sent him stumbling a step backwards. Along the fact that he hadn't seen the kick coming was a surprise in itself, much more so as it had been delivered with enough force to break a man's neck. Well, an ordinary man's neck, that was.

Nonetheless, Logan had a severe buzz in his ears and the distinct feeling of a dislodged neck vertebra, accompanied with the dawning sensation that this wouldn't be as smooth as he had feared it to be.

"FUCK!", the prisoner exclaimed furiously, hopping on one foot, as he apparently hadn't suspected to kick on bones of metal and a head as hard as any rock. "You should be fucking dead, man!"

"Many times over, my boy, so many times over", Wolverine replied grimly, audibly forcing his spine back into place with a few well-practiced moves. "My turn now."

And with a sudden explosive motion, he lurched forward, slamming the other man against the wall before he had any chance to react. With a certain grim satisfaction, he heard the cheap plaster underneath the pastel green paint crack, and Logan could have bet a handsome sum that by now, the whole department was standing in front of the monitors, betting on either of them.

But also, he was goddamn sure none of the officers had any idea of the show they were going to get for their money.

"You.... fucking....", the other man coughed up, struggling against Logan's lower arm that was neatly pressed underneath his chin, almost choking him.

"Yes", Wolverine replied calmly, taking his time to feel the other man's body against his own. "In case that was a question, of course."

Pressing his crotch distinctively against the prisoner's pelvis, Logan waited until he saw the other man's eyes go wide with comprehension. There still was that metallic, nervous note in the prisoner's scent, mingled with fear, but to Logan's most pleasant surprise, there also flared a certain amount of lust.

Grinning, he asked then:

"Now, before we go on, tell me your name, boy."

"Since when do you need a name to rape someone?", the caustic reply was.

"Who said I want to rape you?", Logan asked back, still not loosening his hold on the other man. "I will make you beg for it."

"Dare to dream, fucker!"

Now, seen up so close, there was little mistaking that his companion was in his late twenties, his tan and dark stubble not fully able to hide the fact that there was actually a rather handsome chap hidden underneath all that scowling and cursing. Taking in a deep breath of the other man's scent, now predominantly anger and lust to equal parts, Logan repeated his question.

"What's your name?"

"And yours?"

"Logan." Still pinning the other man against the wall with one arms, Wolverine used his free hand to deftly caress the guy's thigh, his waist. All lean muscle, as he had expected. And no underwear, as he could add when his fingers wandered onwards to between his companion's legs. "And your name, boy?"

"What do you need my name for?", he got as reply, immediately followed by a deep intake of breath as Logan apparently managed to get a hold on the other man's cock that wasn't as unpleasant as he wanted to make him believe.

"I don't need any name", Wolverine returned, smiling coldly, his free hand continuing to caress the prisoner's dick through the heinous jumpsuit. "But it would make this so much less impersonal, wouldn't it?"

"Call me Bullseye", the other man replied, laughing just as coldly. "So you know who's going to get you for this..."

He seemed to have wanted to add some dire threat, but apparently, his cock was of a completely different opinion. Giving a deep sigh, Bullseye leaned his head back against the wall, lust and loathing almost visibly fighting in his face.

"Are you always this bold with handcuffed men?", he asked finally, his voice dripping with sarcasm as his scent was more and more dominated with primal lust. Not that Logan would have needed his nose to know this, the hard dick in his hand was proof enough of that.

But the barb stung none the less, and for a second, Logan was tempted to just head slam the guy's nose to pulp. But then he thought better of it, and instead let go of Bullseye's cock, reaching for his wrist. Very carefully, he extended only one of his blades for about an inch, no more. Just enough to be able to get between the other man's skin and the metal band circling his wrist, slicing through the metal as if it was butter.

"What cuffs?", he asked dryly as the handcuffs fell apart, some loose parts noisily clattering across the floor.

Raising his expressive eyebrows, Bullseye looked at his free hands, replying just as dryly: "That was a mistake."

And immediately, he tried to ram his knee into Logan’s crotch, hoping to be swift enough to catch him by surprise. Which, of course, was a move Logan had anticipated to at least some degree, but once again, the other prisoner's blow was delivered with much more momentum than he would have thought possible in such confined quarters. Stumbling a few steps backward, Wolverine blinked, preparing for another charge.

But Bullseye dropped to the ground, instantly grabbing for the few metal parts that had come loose when Logan had cut apart his handcuffs. Hurling them at the X-man with a fluid motion, Wolverine was more than surprised to see those negligible parts slam into his flesh with the same impact as any bullet. Pain flared up where the improvised projectiles tore through his arm and shoulder, bit deep into his thigh. One especially well-aimed bit hit his forehead right between his eyes, resulting in his adamatium-clad skull reverberating like a muted but nonetheless massive bell that sent him crumbling to the floor.

Rising from his crouching position on the ground, Bullseye laughed, hardly more than a mean little snicker. Walking over the two steps that separated him from his supposed victim, he grinned down at Wolverine, his erection forming an impressive little tent from Logan's current point of view.

"Now, who's fucked, huh?", he asked caustically, his eyes glimmering with almost mad amusement.

But that amusement quickly faded as he saw Logan grin and wink at him despite the blood covering his forehead and right arm. Almost stunned with disbelief, he watched as the little shrapnel half embedded in Logan's forehead was squeezed out of the wound by violently healing tissue, leaving nothing but a rapidly disappearing red mark.

"No one yet", Logan replied with a grunt, blinking dazedly.

Sitting up, Wolverine shook his head, trying to get the ugly buzz out of his ears. The officer had been right, this guy was a mutant. But nothing he was worried about either.

"Now," Logan pointed out as he rose back to his feet, grinning widely at the stunned prisoner, "where did we leave off?"

"What the fuck are you?", Bulleye asked, completely ignoring that the other man was again cornering him against the wall.

Logan only gave a dry chuckle. "Hard to kill."

"You're one sick fuck", the other mutant returned caustically but didn't move as Logan closed in once more, placing one of his thighs between Bullseye's legs, distinctively pressing against his crotch. "Normally, getting a hit like that deters most men..."

"You got many men going after you?" Wolverine placed his hands left and right to the other man's head, leaning forward to sniff at his throat.

"None who survive... You're a first."

This time, there was even more lust in the other man's scent, and despite his nonchalant attitude Logan was rather sure that he wasn't forcing the guy too much. At least not in his terms, but he still wanted to have him beg for it. Sure, there were the peeping toms on their cameras to be ensured that he wasn't doing anything illegal, but also it would be a certain satisfaction to have this cocky shit squirm and beg.

What a nice image.

"What do you really want?", Bullseye asked as Logan once again sniffed along his throat, eyeing his fellow prisoner with spite and a certain awe at the same time.

"You." Not caring to elaborate his answer any further, Wolverine let his right hand glide down the other man's cheek, his throat, starting to unzip his orange jumpsuit.

"Oh that one was a real cracker...", Bullseye snorted sarcastically, looking down at Logan's hand slowly but surely opening his outfit all the way down. "And apart from that?"

Once again ignoring the question, Wolverine grabbed for other mutant’s still half-hard cock when there was nothing at the jumpsuit to unzip any more. Voicing a soundless groan, Bullseye leaned his head back against the wall, closing his eyes. On his face, a grim smile flickered that could have been suppressed pain just as well as suppressed lust.

"How long do you think it'll take for the cops to show up", Bullseye asked, trying hard to ignore Logan massaging his throbbing dick. "How long until they interrupt your little entertainment?"

"Until I'm finished", the X-Man growled deeply, a grin in the corner of his mouth, without even once losing the rhythm. "Those cops want a good show just like anybody else, and they won't quit their screens until the credits. And who said anything about my entertainment? As far as I can feel, you're amusing yourself perfectly."

This time, it was Bullseye who skipped a proper answer, instead giving a low groan, biting his lower lip in a complete failure trying not to show his excitement.

Logan just grinned. This was close to perfect. A nice ass on a willing guy and time to waste. Given this almost perfect combination, he was almost willing to forgive the cops for painting their cells in pastel colors. Almost.

His own cock, by now, was throbbing hard and hot against the tight confines of his denims, longing to get out. But for now, Logan decided, it had to be content with the occasional rub along Bullseye's leg. It was nice to have the other mutant moan under his touch, to feel him long for the caress and yet at the same time try so hard to look cool and fight the desire that was threatening to drown him.

Carefully, Wolverine took his time to stroke Bullseye's dick in time with his breath, with the way he leaned into his touch. It was enticing to smell sexual excitement on another man, each time so different and yet so similar to his own. Like an echo, he could feel his own arousal step up another notch when his cellmate sighed deeply.

Grinning at the suddenly rather apt meaning of cellmate, Logan leaned forward until his nose-tip almost touched the other man's earlobe.

"Now, am I still raping you?", he asked in a low voice, taking care he didn't lose the rhythm of his hand.

"I...", Bullseye mumbled just as softly, his voice husky with desire. "I hate you."

Almost as if to spite his words, the other mutant's hands started to sneak around Logan's hips, feeling for his ass, trying to sneak a way into his denims. But tight as they were, that was close to impossible, and so he instead started fumbling at the X-Man's belt-buckle with almost feverish haste.

"Why are you trying to get into my pants", Logan asked with a wry grin, "when you hate me so?"

"Fuck you", he got as a reply, and it almost sounded like a promise. Again, a hard shiver ran through the other man's body, and he leaned back his head against the wall, his fingers still clinging to Logan's belt.

"You want me."

Bullseye managed not to answer, but his cock, hard, hot, and sweaty in Logan's palm, was answer enough. Well, at least it would have been if making him admit his desire hadn't been that much more hot.

"Say that you want me", Wolverine ordered, licking along the other prisoner's throat. "Say you need me."

"Get your...", Bullseye grumbled again, his fingers now finally managing to unclasp Logan's belt. "Get your fucking dick out..."

It was almost a relief when Logan felt his denims unzipped, smooth hands gliding into the shorts he wore underneath. His own cock was already as hard as possible inside the tight confines of his trousers, and it took Bullseye only a few touches to have him as raging hard as could be.

Letting go of the rogue mutant's cock, Wolverine for a moment did nothing but enjoy the other man's touch, curious and longing as it was. Then, almost abruptly, he stepped back, withdrawing himself out of Bullseye's reach, which earned him an angry growl in response.
Still leaning against the pale green wall of their prison-cell, the other mutant had his eyes half-close, half dazed with lust and still sparkling with anger at the ease Logan had been able to wake his desire. It was a sight to behold, and Wolverine wished he had had a camera with him. Just to have that image stuck to the inside of his locker, to give him a dirty grin each time he looked at it.

"WHAT?!", Bullseye hissed angrily, now reaching for his own dick with a certain frustration in his voice.

"Say you want me", Wolverine ordered calmly, grinning at the helpless fury his demand brought onto his companion's face.

"What's that a kind of issue that you have?"

Standing there, wearing nothing but an unzipped orange jumpsuit and his hard cock in his hands, his biting comment somehow lacked the proper impact, and Logan's grin widened even another notch.

"A legal one, mostly", he said, pointing with his head in the general direction of the one obvious surveillance camera in the hall between the individual cells. "And", he admitted, walking up to stand between Bullseye's legs again, "Submission is so fucking hot..."

(Said?)Said and grabbed the other man deftly by his hips, turning him around almost violently so Bullseye now faced the wall. For a second, Wolverine caressed the ass now presented to him, savoring the feel of firm muscle underneath simple synthetic fabric. Then, as if he was fed up with waiting, he tore the thin material apart, not even bothering to use his claws, until the object of his desire was completely exposed.

That guy had an ass worth getting into trouble for, Logan noted once again, and I bet he's gotten into trouble just because of it more than once already.

With the hint of a smirk, he let a hand wander over the exposed skin, feeling the hint of fuzzy hair towards the crack, noticing how sensitive his companion reacted to each little touch.

Leaning with his forehead against the wall, Bullseye seemed impassive, but only on first glance. His muscles were twitching all over his body, part by a restrained urge to just beat Logan to pulp, part by lust welling up again. The bald man's hands reached for his own cock again, almost as if acting on their own. He didn't want to die in a messy fight in some boring prison cell in some god-forsaken town, just as passionately as he didn't want to act the whimpering whore for a host of drooling cops. But apparently, his body didn't see any middle ground between these two options, and slowly but surely, what little self-restraint he had eroded away.

"I... hate you", he whispered harshly, banging his head against the wall while his hands were all over his own dick again. Wincing at the way his ass involuntarily seemed to be drawn towards Logan at each little touch, he added: "I'll make you pay."

"Oh", Logan said coolly, reaching for the other man's crack, rubbing his hand along in time with Bullseye's own movements. "And I thought I was already giving you what you wanted."

Again, the orange-clad prisoner set out to a caustic remark, but another violent shudder cut him off. Millimeter by millimeter, he sank down along the wall, his ass more and more reaching for Wolverine's dick that was constantly just inches away from it.

"Can't you just fuck me, for chrissake?", Bullseye finally growled, setting his hands against the wall as if expecting to be searched. "What the fuck is taking you so long?"

Once again, Logan didn't bother with an answer. In his highly excited state, this was all the invitation he wanted to hear, and even despite the situation, he found himself direly longing for this fuck. In lack of any kind of decent lube, he took some spittle to prepare his 'partner', trying to remind himself that it wouldn't be any real fun if he rushed too hard.

But 'too hard' was the operating expression here.

With another bit of spittle, he was decently sure that it wouldn't hurt Bullseye too much if he took him like this, and his urgently throbbing dick didn't allow for any further delay. Thick, hot, and hard it was sticking out of his unzipped denims, quivering with plain need every time it touched the other man's ass.

And judging by Bullseye's moans, the man was either enjoying himself in a weirdly aggressive fashion or he was the best and sickest actor Wolverine had met in the course of his long life.

Holding the other man down by his neck like a young cub, Logan didn't hesitate any longer. Carefully, he set his dick against the other mutant's tight asshole, increasing the pressure bit by bit until he felt the other man open. It was odd to Wolverine to have a man who on the one hand was so relentlessly convinced that he wasn't enjoying this one bit while his body basically swamped the room with the scent of his arousal. But on the other hand, it was damn hot.

Feeling how he slid deeper and deeper into the other man, Logan's low breath bit by bit changed into a hard, ragged pant, the sensation of a tight ass and the urgency of the situation making for an unexpectedly intense feeling.

"That's.... good...", he whispered as he finally felt his dick as deep into Bullseye as possible, tightly enveloped in his hot meat. "Be a good boy", he added with a sardonic grin, "don't move!"

Slowly, he started moving again, in and out in tiny motions, savoring the sensation as the unexpected delight it was to him. Under his hands, he could feel Bullseye's muscles twitch again, but this time driven by an entirely different kind of urge.

This time, it was pure desire that made the other mutant's body so restless, a burning desire that could only be quenched by a hard fuck.

And he would do his very best to deliver right that, Wolverine promised silently. Hard and clean.

Slowly increasing the momentum of his thrusts, he moved in and out of the other man more and more each time, until he gave it to him all the way with each shove. Each time Logan had his dick in as far as possible, Bullseye took breath as if he was about to scream, and each time when he retreated, it was as if the held breath would turn into a soundless sigh.

It was a combination so hot Wolverine hardly knew how to control himself. In and out, not-quite-scream and not-quite-sigh. And so tight he knew that he would either have to change course or he would come hard any of these moments. But as his partner didn't seem to suffer from any kind of lacking desire, he couldn't really make himself care. If they finished too early, he mentally reminded himself, there was always the option of a second course.

By now, he was fucking Bullseye hard, a deep thrust each time he moved into the other man, crowned by a tiny, almost soundless yelp. He could already feel his peak building up inside of him, a tension gathering in his loins that promised to be as hard and unfettered as this whole fuck.

Still leaning with his hands against the wall, Bullseye was now all consumed by the dick up his ass, his attention so much drawn to the raging sensations inside of him that he had even forgotten his own cock.

But not Logan. He wanted to cum, right here and now, and he wanted the other man to join him in his most passionate moments. Leaning forward, he grabbed for Bullseye's dick, still hard and throbbing, beginning to stroke it in time with his thrusts. Shorter and harder, he gave it to him now, little bumps so hard he made his partner jump each time.

It didn't take more than four or five strokes until Logan felt the reaction to the attention he gave the other mutant, for he as well had been close to coming, and grew even tighter around Wolverine's dick. His own passion accelerated significantly, he pressed Bullseye even closer against the wall, so tightly there was basically only enough room for his hand and the other man's body between them.

Suddenly, the other mutant gave a low groan, his body growing rigid all over. Coming hot and slick all over Logan's hand, he turned so tight inside that he just pulled the other man with him over the edge. Almost cramping up with the intensity of his sudden orgasm, Wolverine bent tightly around his partner, biting deep into his shoulder while still jerkily fucking him with all the fervor of an almost explosive peak.

Slowly, when the intense waves of lust receded, Logan noticed the faint taste of blood on his lips. With a soft gesture, almost like a parting kiss, he loosened his embrace a little to look at the damage he had done to the other man's shoulder. With no small relief, he saw he had only broken the skin at one or two places, nothing too serious. It would heal within a few days, and leave nothing but a tiny scar.

Grinning at the thought, Wolverine kissed the last bit of blood off the wound, whispering to the still-panting man in his arms:

"See? I marked you as mine", he growled, slowly pulling his cock out of Bullseye's ass. The sensation made him shiver again, and judging by the way his partner echoed this motion, he was rather sure it had been all but unpleasant for him as well.

Finally, the other man turned around as well, his eyes burning with something that was loathing, desire, amusement and anger all at once. Licking his lips, Bullseye forced himself into a decently standing position again, shaking his head.

His lips moving soundlessly, he seemed to struggle with himself about what to say, and in the end, he decided upon saying nothing.

With a defiant gesture, he zipped up his jumpsuit again, well aware that it was still ripped in the rear. Trying to look composed again, his gaze fell on the wall he had been leaning against, where his sweaty palms were still visible as darker spots and his semen was running down the wall in lazy drops, turning the pastel paint into a shade of dark forest green.

Turning his eyes back at Logan, the other mutant shook his head, slowly, a gesture of deep disapproval that at the same moment included a certain amused, longing quality. Whatever he thought of their encounter, Wolverine knew that their mutual story was far from over.

But unexpectedly, it was none of the present persons in the cell who caught the X-man's attention.

'Professor', Logan thought firmly as he sensed the telepath's presence, 'how long have you been peeping?'

'Maybe you want to pull up your pants again, Logan', Professor Xavier replied mentally, not making any attempt at hiding his amusement. 'We're about to pick you up.'

'So you're coming in person', Logan commented in his mind, zipping up his denims. 'What an honor.'

'I thought it would speed up things if there was somebody present who would be able to discuss with the local authorities, and seeing your version of 'not making any more trouble than necessary, I felt even more urged to hurry.'

'Hey, at least nobody got hurt!' Logan knew his snapped reply had been unnecessary and to his own anger rather childish. But then again, compared to the Professor, he always felt like an angry teen. Whatever.

For a moment, nobody said a word, neither in mind nor in real. Finally, Logan gathered enough resolved to think firmly towards the Professor in a way he was sure to notice:

'There's this guy in my cell', mentally attaching an image of Bullseye. 'He's in much more need of your help than I will ever be, maybe you want to talk to him as well. After all, he's one of us.'

It would be good to know the other mutant in a safe environment, especially considering his probably rather criminal record. And Logan wouldn't mind at all keeping an eye on him, every now and then, if the Professor agreed. He was rather reluctant in taking up criminal strays, but maybe he would make an exception with this one.

But most astonishingly, there was the telepathic equivalent of a soft snicker coming back as a reply.

'One of us?', the Professor replied mirthfully. 'How generous of you to consider sharing him, especially as you had just marked him as 'yours'.'

Before Logan could answer anything caustic about peeping old perverts, he felt a silent, mental agreement coming over from the leader of the X-Men. The Professor would see if he could talk Bullseye into their little club, Logan was sure of that.

But just as well, he was damn sure that he would have a word or two to talk to him about privacy.

 

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