"Self-Insertion"
Part 5
by Osiris Brackhaus

 

Pacing up and down as much as it was possible on the few square feet of his prison cell, Logan wondered if he had really done the right thing. He had been out, just trying to find some place with less people, maybe even a bit of solitude. The last week had been unnerving in so far as he had rarely ever been living with someone for longer than a few days, or closer than next-door in a motel. At least, not in so far as he could remember.

From the office adjoining the small 'cell-block' they had put him into, several voices were coming, their argument sounding more like haggling merchants on a bazaar than decent police officers. The cheap metal tubes that passed as bars for his cell had been so sloppily plastered into the ground each child could have kicked them out, and a heavy chain-lock like the ones popular on bicycles here had to do as security. It was more of a joke than a prison, but then, he was here because he didn't want to make troubles, so he politely respected the suggested boundaries of his cell.

This afternoon, it had been a nice walk, even though the few places that did not reek of recent human visits were still far from deserted. Nothing compared to the vast wilderness of the new continent. But, well, cozy, in a way. As if some part of his mind still remembered this landscape as where he had come from. And by all accounts, he just as well could have.

So when he was on his way back through San Giordano, the police car that leisurely rolled up to him didn't immediately make him jump and run. Even as one of the officers left the car and walked over the street, asking something in Italian, he didn't feel threatened. In fact, he had thought that guy had asked him for the way or something similar irrelevant. But as that man repeated his question, his tone far less friendly than the first time, Wolverine had realized something might have been not so right.

The first officer called his colleague, and thinking that it was because the other officer would speak at least some bits of English, Logan had missed his last chance for an unmessy escape. For instead trying in any other language, the two carabinieri tried yelling at him, actually shoving him.
He still couldn't figure out what they actually wanted of him.

Wolverine's fingers had itched to show them who they were messing with, once and for all teach them NOT to shove harmless strangers. But the thought of the kids in the villa had kept his aggression somewhat at bay. By now, he probably was know everywhere around the village, and Reuben had introduced them to virtually every merchant on the market. If he took on the police now, it was hardly possible that things wouldn't become really messy.
And even though Wolverine was sure he would somehow get away without any trouble, the kids would at least lose their holiday. And returning into a town where one of his friends had ripped the guts out of two young men on the marketplace wouldn't be nice for Reuben, either.

So he had decided to stay calm, hardly possible as it had seemed to him. Even as the two decided thta he had to be handcuffed and herded in to their car, he had only growled at them, inwardly cheering at the flicker of fear he had seen in their eyes. Also when they had problems fixing their cuffs to his rather broad wrists, Logan had thought the whole situation funny enough.

But when he saw what passed as a prison here in this god-forsaken museum of a country, first doubts about the wisdom of his actions had appeared. This definitely didn't look where they gave you your phone-call without having to ask for it. This looked more like the places he knew from cheap TV movies where the prisoners got beaten or forgotten or kept away from their lawyers just for fun. It looked like a hard place to start with reigning in your flaring temper.
Especially when your hands had claws that would cut through bars and chains as easily as it would cut through an officer, and you knew you could take a gunshot or two before going down, and even then only for a time.

Hopefully, he had repeated Reuben's name often enough to the officers. And hopefully, that blasted boy would come looking for him soon enough, for even if these people here would give him his call, he wasn't sure he would be able to explain them to give him the number out of his wallet.

Logan just couldn't believe it should be that hard to find anybody who spoke some bit of English. Maybe he would have even managed a few words in French. But his was hardly credible. Even several of the merchants on the market had spoken a rather decent English, and not even exclusively young ones.

Frustrated, Wolverine kicked against one of the rods that were supposed to keep him in, and as he had feared, the shoddy thing broke out of it's armament on the ceiling, bending into the hallway like drunk. Just for fun, he punched at the wall to his left, only to flinch and curse in surprised pain. As run-down as the wall looked, underneath the decaying plaster, it was made of solid natural stones, roughly hewn in shape and held together by just some bit of mortar. And they were definitely harder than modern bricks.

Just as he was pondering if there was any special naughtiness he could inscribe into the wall with his claws for future generations, the door to the office was opened. To Logan's great relief, it was Reuben who entered, followed by Rogue and Bobby, who most irritatingly was wearing nothing but his swimming-trunks and one of the narrow, black shirts of an Italian carabinieri uniform.

"Reuben", he exclaimed, relief and accusation in his voice simultaneously. "Was about time!"

The blond charmer grinned widely, and without greeting his 'teacher', he yelled back into the office: "It's him, Capitano! Thanks for keeping him safe!"

"Keeping me safe?" Logan just couldn't believe what he had heard. "They basically kidnapped me! It's me you gotta thank for not mincing them!"

"Shhh!" Reuben flashed a warning frown at Wolverine, motioning him to stay cool. Then, louder again , added: "Capitano, I'm sure you've had some relevant expenses on his behalf. Is there anything I could do to make amends?"

"Sure", someone outside in the office replied in a slightly accented but otherwise flawless English. "Due to lack of funding, our office is severely under-equipped with modern technology. Do you, by any chance, know how we could get by a decent computer for the office, Mister Morningchilde, a laptop maybe?"

Logan was close to go and tear the speaker into shreds, but Reuben just grinned crookedly. "Sure, Capitano, I'm sure I'll find something. But wouldn't it be easier if you'd just buy it and send me the bill? I do not know what you will need. In your office, that is."

"That would be most generous, young master Morningchilde." Judging by the sound, the speaker hauled himself out of the heavy chair he had been sitting in and walked over into the room where the mutants were standing. "Here, let me help you."

Growling softly, Logan watched the man who apparently was the local captain unlock his cell, seriously pondering to give this person some new holes to breathe through. "I thought you didn't understand one word", he instead hissed caustically at the man who only a few hours ago had pretended not to speak his language.

"Really?" The captain smiled widely at him, completely undaunted by the accusation. "That will probably have been just a simple, very unfortunate misunderstanding. Very sorry about all this."

"Fuck you", Logan hissed, but before he could say a word more, Reuben pushed him gently yet very insistently out of the room.

"Thanks so much, Capitano", the blond charmer said across his shoulder. "If you see the mayor, send him my very best regards, will you?" To Logan, he added: "Don't freak out now. Just one more bloody moment."

"Sure. And sorry again about you teacher!" The captain was chuckling as if remembering something extraordinary funny, waving them off like good old friends.

"No problem. Ciao!" Still pushing Logan, Reuben left the building, silently followed by Bobby and Marie who both could hardly hide their smirks.

"What the hell...." Wolverine stopped dead in his tracks as soon as the door closed behind him, turning towards Reuben. "Where have you been all that time? And why did you protect these bastards?"

Their host just pouted, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Question b: because that's how things are settled here. Question a: Sorry, but we thought you'd been kidnapped by evil mutants as well."

"What the fuck are you..." Worried, Logan glanced from one of the kids to another, stopping at Bobby as he noticed the small bandages around the Iceman's hands. "What has happened? Who did that?" Furious, he gripped Bobby's hands, checking the burns the police had kindly taken care of.

It was Marie who spoke first. "Pyro. He came here to... well, start trouble. He kidnapped Bobby to get a lever on me."

"Just knocked me out from behind", Bobby explained, "kept me in a cage of fire."

"And then we just walked in, beat Pyro into oblivion and rescued the Iceman." Reuben grinned at the speechless older mutant. "Nothing left to worry about."

"It was a bit more difficult than that", Rogue softened her friend's snappy comment. "That's what took us so long to find out where you actually were."

"You...." Logan was stunned beyond words. "I'm impressed. And you're really OK, Bobby?"

The iceman just nodded, grinning as well. "I could need some days off, but apart from that, I'm fine. Does getting kidnapped give any bonus on my marks this year?"

"Reuben's bad attitude's already rubbing off on you, Bobby. Better watch out." Despite his stern comment, Logan couldn't help but smile as well. Apparently, the kids had dealt great with the situation, and were recovering faster than he had expected.

"Well, I'm definitely not doing any rubbing with Reuben. Not even with his attitude." Bobby grinned widely. "What about we go home now and have what's still left of dinner?"

All agreed happily on the suggestion, and soon enough, they were on their way back to Reuben's place, this time in a decent cab, telling this afternoon's events in ever growing proportions. And all three kids wholeheartedly agreed that Logan had been perfectly right to stay calm and got himself arrested instead of having things escalate to a bloody mess. Especially as one of the officers would have been the son of the lady who did most of the housekeeping in Reuben's place and the other one the nephew of the tomato-merchant. It was a small town they were living in, after all.
Logan grunted a few ugly things about Europe and people in general, but all together seemed rather pacified, which Reuben noted with a secretive smile.
Maybe, he thought, maybe there's a chance to get this grumpy loner to be a little more welcoming. Just a little. He's definitely been massively improving since he's here, and worth a little extra attention.

Maybe this holiday will be far more romantic than I had thought.

----

Just before Logan pulled his dripping body over the cliff's edge, a distinctive scent caught his attention. Shaking his head, he wondered what else he would have to do to have a time on his own, for apparently taking a swim at the middle of the night didn't really help.

So without looking, he hauled himself over the last rock, saying at the same time: "So what are you doing here at this time of the night, Reuben?"

His host was sitting a few steps away from the cliff on the rocky ground, wearing nothing but a flimsy white dressing robe, grinning at his 'teacher'.

"I'm admiring the view."

Logan's first instinct was to reply that there wasn't much of a view that late at night, but then he noticed that the blond youngster was not referring to the sky or the sea. Apparently, even the middle of the night was no good time to swim naked. Grunting something unintelligible, he sat down opposite the younger man, asking: "What do you want?"

"Blunt as ever." Reuben looked at the muscled mutant, smiling as if listening to a soundless joke. "Company."

"Why me?"

"'cause there's no one else." Pouting, he hugged his knees, huddling himself into a small bundle of a teen. "Our two love-birds are blissfully dreaming, and I just couldn't sleep. And as I noticed you had taken up my habit, I thought I might just as well join you."

"I don't like the way you say 'join you'..", Logan pointed out, then started to search his discarded denims for a cigar and a lighter. Only when he was happily inhaling the first smoke did he notice the dirty grin in Reuben's face.

"And, would you mind?", his 'student' asked, startling the other man with this utter guileless approach.

"Yes, I would!" Frowning, Logan added: "The last time was just an accident. I'm NOT fancying you. Or boys in general."

"Well, that's one of the easiest things to change." Reuben gestured with his ungloved hands, his grin having gained a melancholy edge.

"Keep your sticky paws off me", Logan snarled with a sincere warning. "I'm your teacher, for Christ's sake!"

Reuben gave a mirthless snort, the remnants of his smile vanished in a blink.

"My teacher? And what is it that you could possibly teach me? Killing people? Or self-mutilating loneliness?"

A deep growl rose from Logan's throat, and Reuben knew that his last comment had been immensely unfair. Without any further word, the huge mutant packed his stuff and was about to leave as his host said:

"Logan. Please. I'm sorry. It was mean, and I didn't have any right to say something like that. Please don't leave." But his 'teacher' just turned around and glared at him, an unspoken question in his dark eyes, so Reuben continued. "I... Logan, we both desire what we can't have. I just thought... Well, I thought we could make each other forget for at least some time."

"Don't talk of things you have no idea of." Wolverine still seemed rather angry, yet he didn't leave, either.

"This is the only thing I have any idea of, trust me." Reuben looked at his brooding companion, trying a little smile although he really didn't feel like it. "You can smell when people are afraid. Why shouldn't I be able to see if someone's longing?"

"And why the hell should I take up on such a sick offer?", Logan asked without reacting to the charmer's last question. "Do you think me that needy?" Somehow, the offensiveness in Logan's voice had gained a slightly amiable note, but maybe that was just in Reuben's ears.

The young mutant's smile widened a notch as he answered: "I'm just guessing there. But I just couldn't keep up being alone in my room. Won't you at least keep me company, for a while?"

Giving it a thought and Reuben his best 'I'm-just-too-nice-for-my-own-good' look, Wolverine sat down on the rocky ground again, pulling on his cigar, thoughtfully blowing the smoke into the night. A few moments, both men sat together in silence, both observing the other as if trying to figure out what was happening in the other's head. Then, Reuben said with just another increase in his smile:

"And about why to say yes... I think even though you know it was something unnatural, each time you remember you know it felt good. It was fun. You enjoyed it, however hard it may be to admit that to yourself."

"You can't know that."

"No. Probably not. But I can see your eyes when you watch Bobby, in the evenings after dinner when you have your cigar and finally are relaxed for once." Logan's uncomfortable frown made the blond charmer's smile finally return to his trademark crooked grin, and he continued in calm glee: "You look at him as if he were something very sweet, something you know you shouldn't eat, but still, dreaming can't harm. Reminiscing. And I'd be rather disappointed if you wouldn't have that looks for me as well."

Chuckling in surprise, Logan replied: "I hate you. You know, that night in the kitchen, that memory, is like a maggot in my brain. Yucky, worming it's way everywhere it shouldn't be, and what ever I do, I can't seem to be able to squash it."

"So you liked it."

Logan's fuming glare was all the answer Reuben needed, and he snickered at his companion's somber attempt to act unaffected.

"How is that possible?", Wolverine asked with both fascination and aggravation in his deep voice. "I've had good sex before, but this felt so.... so... " His large hands gesturing helplessly, Logan looked at his companion, trying to describe what he tried to ask. But the blond charmer already knew what bugged the heavily muscled mutant in front of him, so he touched his own chest above his heart, saying:

"It made you feel good here?" With a soft sigh, Logan just gave the tiniest of nods, and let Reuben continue. "I think it's what my talent really is. I'm not so much an Incubus - "

"A what?"

"A male demon of pleasure, making people melt in mindless passion."

"Well..." Wolverine sounded most doubtful, and Reuben couldn't help but giggle gleefully.

"I made *you* melt in mindless passion, Bobby for his part just wanted to cuddle and kiss and explore. In the beginning, at least."

For a moment, both men shared the memory of that night's sweeter moments, smiling their own private smiles.

"The Professor says my talent causes people to fall in love with me, and feel as if it is a mutual thing. That's why all reactions on my touch differ a bit." Reuben gave his explanations to no one in particular, but Logan listened none the less. What a tricky talent, he wondered. "Luckily, I've only run into very few real perverts out there."

The last comment caused a soft shudder run down Logan's spine, even if it was probably just an imagination. "Can't you just leave if things get to... close?", he asked, suddenly remembering the numerous scars he had seen that night on Reuben's body, and that he had added quite some more himself.

"No." Reuben shook his head, avoiding to look at his companion. "I - When I'm stupid enough to get myself kissed, I somehow end up being under my own spell. Which makes it easier to stand quite a lot of things, but also almost impossible to leave." After a short sigh, he looked back at Wolverine, who was frowning in amiable concern by now. At least, it looked like in the dim starlight. "I did run away, though. Once. I ended up nervous and crying for two days. Nothing I ever want to repeat."

"I'm sorry I hurt you", Logan said so softly it was hardly audible.

"Huh? Never mind." The blond charmer waved off the thought with a gesture of his hand. "It wasn't that bad. At least, you kept your claws in."

"How can you be joking about this?"

"Dunno. Habit?"

"What a sick thing to make a habit of."

"Thanks, Logan, I like you too."

Quite a while, both men sat on the cliff, looking out into the darkness, watching the stars, satellites and tiny, distant fisher-boats cross their respective seas. This was as lonely as it can get, Wolverine thought somewhat grumpy, and still there's no way I could turn my head where I wouldn't see some people or lights or houses. Is all of Europe that cluttered?
'Self-mutilating loneliness', Reuben had said. Was it that how I looked in his eyes? Alone because I was more afraid to love than I was afraid of being lonely? Did I really seem afraid to him? What a jerk.
And still, even though the last time had surely been all but pleasant for him, Reuben had come to him and invited him for yet another ride.

Sneering upon the last pun, Logan looked at the blond charmer, asking: "And after all this, you still come to me and ask for more? Why? I mean, what do you get out of it?"

"Apart from the obvious?" The young mutant giggled and moved closer to Wolverine, taking great care to stay out of an arm's length reach. Then he looked up at Logan, his green eyes sparkling even in the low light. "When my talent makes people love me, that feeling's real. At least, for that moment. And being loved is a hot thing. A memory I can keep in my heart for a long time, to sooth my aching heart in the darkest hours of my lonely nights. But you already know what I'm talking of, don't you? The one single reason that might make you take up my offer despite everything. It numbs the pain so much better than plain fucking, and it's lasting so damn much longer."

"You sound like advertising some new drug against depressions."

"Would you be willing to try if I did?"

"No."

"And it's also partially your fault. To stick with the image, you're the purest stuff I ever had."

Logan gaped at the comparison, silently wondering how the hell that boy managed to talk to him like this without pissing him off so severely he would end up as fish-bait in the sea. By all accounts, that should already have happened several times during this conversation.
Yet, against all odds, Reuben was still sitting there, grinning at him. And, even worse, what he had said until now, unpleasant and sometimes disgusting as it had been, it all made a kind of sense.
And that deeply worried Logan, for he felt himself on the verge of giving in and say yes. That blissful moments of plain happiness his touch promised was a temptation Wolverine found surprisingly hard to resist. Already, he knew he should have left long ago, but he just couldn't come up with the necessary resolve.

"So now suddenly, I'm the drug."

"And the dealer."

"You really need help, Reuben."

"Are you telling me you're not the one who's going to help me?"

The whole situation made Logan want to throw up. "You're sick, boy." Being angry with him for his attempted seduction was helping, though. "Really sick." Wolverine rose onto his feet, grimly frowning at the youngster at the ground. "You're a pathetic jerk, and you should better keep away from me."

With the last words, Logan turned around, briskly walked over to the cliff and jumped into the black sea, cutting off any chance for Reuben to say something that would have been able to change his mind.

As he dived into the cool water, silence wrapping around him like a soothing blanket, Wolverine realized how much Reuben's words had unsettled him.

Of course, the boy was close to a nutcase. Nothing to argue about that. How could a person be so weak to throw himself at feet of the next best man? This kind of behavior appalled him, even more so as until then, he had found himself several times seriously considering the offer.

For Reuben had been right in so far as the memory of that night in the Institute was a good thing, after all. Sensuous, passionate, unrestrained. Not that kind of wild sex to scratch an itch, nor the awkward testing of new lovers. It had felt so goddamn right, Logan thought to himself furiously.

Knowing the underwater landscape by heart by now, Wolverine just ceased his movements as he neared the small pier, deciding to stay underwater just for a moment longer, as long as he had some breath left.

That pulling pain in his heart was what made him so fucking wary of Reuben's apparently harmless offer. That image about the drug wasn't wrong at all, he realized. That boy was addictive, and dangerously so.

Moving upwards, Logan emerged from the black water, gasping for air, swimming over to the nearest rock.

Usually, this would have been the moment he just would have left wordlessly. But he had given his word to the Professor that he would bring them home safely, and with the first attack already happened, there was no telling if the next one wasn't already waiting around the corner.
And this time, chances were that the kids wouldn't be that lucky to manage on their own.

Leaning his head against the steady rock, Logan wished he could just find a simple solution to this mess. Reuben was a good boy, a bit indecent and neurotic, but still. At least, he noted with a certain respect, the charmer hadn't tried to seduce him with candle-light dinners or such stuff. Actually, there was no way he would have stood better chances than the direct approach he had chosen. Though he had still failed.

He had, hadn't he?

If he had, then why is my heart still pounding like this, Logan asked himself with frustration. Am I really that desperate that I want to fuck a guy? One of my students, and an addictive one on top?

To Wolverine's greatest dismay, there was no booming voice in his head rejecting the thought, not even a small one. There only was a soft, nagging, terribly insistent feeling of 'why not?'.

Why not? Fuck you, because he's a guy!
Which stops being an argument as soon as you touch him.

He's addictive!
So what? As soon as he becomes a real problem, you can either leave or kill him.
And what if I don't want to anymore?
You really think you're that weak?

He's a pathetic nutcase!
And you're the only one who's sane around here, huh? And stop calling him pathetic for admitting his desires. In that regard, he's far more courageous than you are.

"Oh lord...", Logan whispered defeatedly, banging his head softly against the rock. Several times.

But things didn't get better. He had acted like the coldhearted loner Reuben had accused him to be, only because he had been unwilling to admit that his reasons against were all just pretty weak excuses for not daring to. As the blond mutant had also suggested.

Maybe if he could mend the damage done between them, Reuben could help him tremendously in getting Jean out of Scott's manicured fingers, Logan thought. Or maybe I could show Scott how it was when a real man....

Appalled, Wolverine smashed his head against the rock again, this time with full force. Gods, he thought as his healing kicked in and the pain slowly subsided, I'm already thinking like that scamp. Bad, bad habit.
But still, that idea of teaching Scott some lesson definitely had it's strong pro's.

Despite himself, Logan felt a soft giggle rise from his throat. This was all just too hilarious. Me, the wild and unrestrained Wolverine, getting nervous about sex like a Victorian virgin. Time to take on things like the man I am, he decided with a grin, and get what I want.

Though I will still have to decide on what precisely that will be, but I bet I can improvise on the way there, he thought as he swam over to the pier and hauled himself out of the sea. Now let's see if our borderline neurotic is still on his cliff or if he has crawled into some corner to wallow in misery. If he has, I'll get him out there, both the corner and the misery.

Logan thought himself kind of mad for suddenly going after the blond youngster, but he couldn't have cared less. After all, he had deserved some fun of his own, hadn't he?

Walking up the path that led from the pier to the beach, he could spot Reuben's silhouette in the low light, a small white shape huddled between the rocks. At the thought of the young mutant's sad, longing looks he had given Wolverine earlier on, Logan had to smile despite himself.
It felt good to be desired, after all. Good to be desired by one who already knew what he was asking for, and still wanted more. In his weird way, that boy really was courageous.

When Logan came across the fork in the path where he could have left for the house, Wolverine hesitated for a moment. He knew that if he went up onto the cliff again, this night would probably not stop without another... 'encounter'. Some part of his mind still screamed that it was unnatural, sick and on top of everything highly irresponsible as he was the charmer's teacher, if only in terms of someone to watch over the kids.
Logan didn't like the thought of people accusing him to have abused the young student's childish and over-reacting adoration. But on the other hand, Reuben was rather mature, and most definitely in that special regard. If anybody, then that boy knew what he was asking for.
The huge mutant felt most uneasy about the whole thing, less because of what others might think, but of what the kids would make out of his choice later on. Would they see him as a simple bastard who took what was offered without thinking of the consequences or just as a man trying to give consolation to a close friend before that one would go and seek it elsewhere?
The last thought made a cold shiver run down Wolverine's spine, and this time, he knew it wasn't just his imagination. In his current mood, Reuben could pretty well go anywhere and throw himself at the next best person. 'Only very few real perverts', the boy had said. Gods, Reuben definitely needed a therapist. Or better, a stable relationship.
But then, didn't we all?

Snickering at this last thought, Logan took the path up onto the cliff, walking briskly in the cool night air.

Reuben was still sitting on the ground, hugging his knees, his gaze fixed on the lightless sea. Even as Wolverine audibly stepped close to him, the blond charmer didn't react.

"Hey", Logan said softly, "Hey, Reuben. Are you dreaming?"

The young mutant looked up, his green eyes cool and somewhat empty. "I can't keep away from you as long as you keep bothering me."

Logan was still searching for something intelligent to reply as he realized that this would, once again, lead no where but to more painstaking talk. Instead, he knelt down in front of Reuben, touching his bare forearm in a reconciliatory gesture.

"What..." Reuben blinked at his teacher in surprise, confused by both this apparent change in mind as well as the fact that he hadn't seen it coming. But before he could say any more, Wolverine grabbed his head, pulled him forward and kissed him with a passion that bordered to greed.

"Logan!", the blond student pressed out as their lips finally separated. "What the hell you think you're doing there?"

Taken aback by this sudden reprimand, Wolverine sat down on the ground as well, mindlessly touching his lips that still tingled with their kiss. "Kissing you?"

"Indeed..."

Both men looked at each other, thinking, taking in the image. The feeling was different than the last time, Logan noted. Still he felt like having a stomach full of butterflies when he looked at Reuben, still it felt like his skin caught fire wherever the youngster had touched him. But this time, he also felt far more conscious, less driven by instinct, so wonderfully able to feel the dazzling swirl of happy desire his head had suddenly turned into. The blood was pounding in his veins, he felt his breath run deep and hungry, and yet he could just sit there and look at his lover, admire him in the starlight, drink from his beauty.

Slowly, Reuben shook his head, smiling despite his attempt to remain stern. "Apparently, I'm pretty good at selling drugs." Carefully, he bent down on all fours, crawling forward until his nose almost touched Logan's face. "Or convincing enough to get me another dose for free." Softly, slowly, he touched Logan's stubbled cheek with the tip of his nose, grinning at the sensation.

As Wolverine opened his mouth to say something, Reuben closed his lips with a single finger, whispering: "Shh... I won't ask why you have returned, so don't you tell. If you still want to talk tomorrow, then I'll listen." Caressing Logan's lips with the tip of his finger, the blond charmer looked as if almost breathless of anticipation. Reuben let his fingers run down the hairy cheek, down the jaw, caressing Logan's throat like something delicate and fragile.

"You're... gonna make me... mad....." Wolverine's low words came out almost like a soft growl, drifting into unintelligibility as Reuben's fingernails scratched across his collarbone, faint red marks disappearing as soon as they had come.

"He." Reuben grinned widely as he scratched across Logan's chest once more and got a deep shiver and a soft growl as reward. "You really like that."

Gracefully, the youngster slipped out of the dressing robe he had been wearing, sliding onto Wolverine's lap completely naked by now, hugging him close with both his arms and legs. The soft touch of Reuben's warm skin was so distinctive against Logan's, slightly wet and cool as the fighter still was from his dive into the sea. Caressing the other man's wide shoulders, Reuben cuddled as close to him as possible, burying his face at Logan's chest.

Wolverine felt like drunk, his head swaying, and yet there was this warm, firm body clinging around him, insistently reminding him that there were many more things to do than just sit and enjoy. Closing his arms around the student, he almost flinched at the wave of contentment that simple gesture brought. How could he ever have been so dense to even think of rejecting this offer?

Logan remembered clearly that there had been several good reasons to it, but right now, he couldn't have pointed out a single one of them. Now, everything felt right and great, and the less he cared, the better it got. Kissing down his way from Reuben's ear to his shoulder, Wolverine pressed the youngster even closer to him, feeling his smooth skin press against his own chest, his belly. The youngster's cock was like a hot, pulsing tube against his stomach, and Logan was sure his own dick felt the same against the charmer's inner thigh.

With a soft groan, Wolverine leaned back on his hands, his head falling back, relaxing and shivering at the same time. Reuben's gentle lips touched his throat like burning ice, waves of tingling anticipation spreading from his kisses. Despite himself, Logan heard a soft chuckle escape from his throat.

"What?", the blond youth on his lap asked guilelessly, and Logan replied without opening his eyes:

"Your talent is disastrous. If it wasn't so much fun, you'd be dangerous as hell."

"Who said I wasn't?", Reuben replied snugly, then licked across his lover's huge chest, circling one of his nipples, gently biting the tender flesh. Growling deeply, Logan shivered again, then bent forward and grabbed Reuben's head, kissing him almost violently.
Returning the kiss with matching ferocity, Reuben clawed at the dark-haired man's shoulders, his neck, his tongue trying to be everywhere in Logan's mouth at once. Only when an overly passionate movement of Wolverine left a long, bleeding scratch down Reuben's neck, the youngster jerked away.

"Ouch..." With a soft frown, the blond student touched his first scar of tonight's battle, staring at his bloodied fingers for a heartbeat. Then, lasciviously, he licked the blood off each of them, his eyes deeply locked with Wolverine's. "Well, I think now you owe me one." With a nefarious grin, he let his hands run down Logan's chest once more, then bent forward to kiss his 'teacher's' earlobe. "Be a good boy", he whispered, "don't move."

"What-", Wolverine started, but a warning finger of Reuben stopped him in mid-sentence.

"Keep still. I said: DON'T. MOVE." Both men stared at each other, breathing hard with desire, their movement's jerky of restrain. Then, hardly noticeable, Logan nodded and closed his eyes, both physically and mentally leaning back, baring his throat to his young lover.

Inside his head, Wolverine heard a faint voice screaming of superiority and being in control, of strength and dominance. But this little voice was so hard to be heard against the constant buzz of butterflies in his head, and even if he heard it, trusting Reuben was so easy, so much less effort than fighting him down right now. What a dangerous talent...

Bending forward, the blond charmer took his time, touching his lover's shoulder with the tip of his tongue, tasting him, the salt of the sea. Still sitting on Wolverine's lap, feeling his dick press hot and hard against his legs, the young student cradled Logan's head in his hands, burying his fingers deep in the thick hair. Slowly, his soft kiss became an equally soft bite, his teeth against the other man's skin, increasing in force bit by bit. Reuben could feel the mutant in his arms grow rigid, straining to remain calm despite the pain, and only enticed by the feeling, he bit even harder.
Wolverine growled wordlessly, yet he didn't pull away or even flinch. Shivering from pain and pure, retrained lust, he felt the blond mutant's teeth draw blood on his shoulder, pierce skin and muscle before the youngster released him after what had seemed like seconds and eons at once.

"You... you....", Logan heaved under his breath, blinking in consternation as he felt the words desert him each time Reuben licked softly over the closing wound.

"Scamp?"

"Monster!"

The blond youth laughed softly. "Oh that is unfair!", he exclaimed, one of his hands running down Logan's belly, taking a short pause to stroke himself, then going deeper to close around Wolverine's pulsing dick. "You damage me for days, and when in return, I nick you for a few moments, you call me a monster!" A wide grin betrayed his mock complaint, his hand massaging Logan's manhood with an expertise that spoke of more training than decent for a youth of his age.

"I - " Once again, the older mutant's words drowned in a deep growl of pleasure. "If you go on like that, you'll make me come before you've had any fun..."

If possible at all, Reuben's grin widened another notch as he replied: "Who said I'm not having any fun? I'm enjoying myself tremendously." Yet, his movements paused for a moment, then he said softly: "Wait, I'll get us something."

Instead of leaving his position on Wolverine's lap, he just clamped his legs closer around his lover's waist, then leaned back until his head almost touched the ground behind him. Logan stared at the slender body, almost hairless skin gleaming in the low starlight. Reuben fuddled at the discarded dressing robe on the ground, then bend back in to a sitting position again, holding up a small plastic bottle like a prize.

"Wouldn't really be fun without it, would it?" Pouring some of the oily liquid on his hand, the student generously slickened the other man's dick, every now and then taking a moment to prepare himself.

"Wouldn't be any fun for you, at least", Wolverine whispered coarsely. Then, with a soft frown, he added: "How often do you do this?"

"What? Have sex?" Reuben tried to seem amused, but his look was wary.

"No. Seduce people so thoroughly the would be willing to forget their own name if you'd ask them to."

"Would you? Forget your name for me?" Carefully, the blond student raised himself a bit, bringing Logan's dick in the right position underneath him.

"That was .. no... answer."

"True." Slowly, Reuben lowered his body again, taking in his 'teacher' in a single, slow, deliberate motion. Both men held each other tight, shivering in lust, waves of passion blanketing out their thoughts. Only when a certain amount of reason had returned to him, the young mutant went on: "Don't know. Not as often as I would like to." Starting to move slowly, he added: "And certainly not as often as you suspect me to."

Another low groan escaped Logan, and this time, his lustful shivers equally rocked through the younger man's body.

"So now tell me", Reuben whispered close to Wolverine's ear, his hips still moving steadily, "How often do you kill people?"

The dark-haired mutant snarled, pulling out of the student's tight embrace. "Not as often as I would like to." With a sudden movement, he pushed the blond youngster on his back, slipped out from underneath him, pinned Reuben onto the ground and slid back into him with a grin that showed more teeth than mirth. "But certainly more often than you suspect me to."

Returning Wolverine's grin in an equally feral fashion, Reuben panted underneath his lover, his eyes huge with the pure excitement of being taken.

"You're a bad boy", he gasped, still grinning widely. "Come on, take me. Make me scream."

"You're not exactly a saint, either", Logan replied, thrusting deep into the young man underneath him, smirking at the unintelligible whimpers his lover gave in return. Taking up pace, he truly took the charmer, giving him his whole length as deep as the position allowed, reveling in the unabashed pride of being able to reduce his partner to mindless incoherence.
Slowly losing himself to his own rhythm, Wolverine started to growl deeply, his thrusts growing even harder, fiercer, faster.

"Come", he heard Reuben whisper coarsely under his breath. "Come within me."

Even if he could still have stopped by then, he wouldn't have rejected the offer. Increasing his pace a last bit, Logan pushed himself across the threshold, feeling his passion build up to a degree he couldn't hold back any longer, and with a final growl that might just as well have been a triumphant howl, felt himself release with almost explosive force inside his hot, tight student.

Spent, Wolverine dropped forward onto his hands, careful not to fall onto his comparatively fragile lover. He was panting, the starlight reflecting on his sweat-slickened skin, a wide smile on his lips.

"My, my...", Reuben whispered softly, pushing a strand of hair out of Logan's face. "Look who's a real beauty as soon as he smiles...."

Wolverine felt as if he actually would have to frown and retort something grumpy. But he was just feeling too relaxed to be bothered. So he merely bent down a bit more, gently kissing his blond lover on the lips.

"Hey", Reuben exclaimed in mock surprise. "You can actually be gentle..."

"Idiot." Logan moved to have his dick slowly slide out of Reuben, but the young man held him back by folding his long legs around him.

"Don't leave already." Pouting, the blond mutant slung his arms around the other man's neck, slowly starting to move with his hips again. "Give me a moment to see if there's still enough fire within you for a second ride."

"You're terrible." But Wolverine grinned, and didn't move one bit to get out of his young lover's embrace.

"And this time", Reuben went on without reacting on Logan's comment, "it's you who's gonna lie on the rocks. You won't be black and blue for days after!"

"I - I don't know if that's..." Wolverine seemed unenthused, and it took the younger man a moment to understand what the problem was.

"Oh THAT." The youngster giggled. "Well, not lying on top doesn't necessarily mean you're supposed to be the receiving part. But now as you mention it..."

Logan's soft growl was forbidding enough to quench any hopes the charmer might have had entertained. So he just snickered, saying: "Never mind. Next time, maybe."

"You're just impossible."

"You're repeating yourself." With gentle insistence, Reuben pushed the large mutant off him. Soon they had found a rather comfortable position among the rocks for Logan to lie down, and the charmer reclaimed his position on Wolverine's lap. Gently touching the other man's dick, swelling again though still slick with is own come, Reuben said: "I could really get used to you, you know?"

"You promised me another ride", his ' teacher' growled softly. "Now don't start talking of drugs again."

With a wide grin, Reuben lowered himself once more on Logan's dick, gasping again as he felt himself being filled. "Better?", he asked, and Wolverine nodded wordlessly. "I should have known that you prefer fucking to talking."

"Idiot. I hate you."

"No, you don't." Moving his hips distinctively, the young man grinned at the groan he earned in reward. "Obviously not. And I somehow think you won't hate me even tomorrow." Leaning down chest on chest with the larger man, Reuben cuddled with the huge mutant for a while, listening to his pounding heartbeat. Then, with a soft light Wolverine hadn't seen in his green eyes before, he asked: "What do you think? Could you be as tender as you are strong?"

"Gods, where'd you get that expression from?"

"Can you?"

"I'll try."

"Several times?"

Wolverine laughed so hard he had tears in his eyes, yet he was dead serious as he replied: "For you, Scamp, I'll definitely try. Even several times."

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The end.

 

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