I Am the Hunted

I don't own these characters, they belong to Marvel, I just like to write smut about them...

M/M pairing, kinda dark

Logan awoke in a cold sweat. His eyes gleaming, his body tense, he could sense something outside. A strange odor penetrated into his room and into his bones, like the icy grip of winter. He looked at tat the night sky, which was so clear he could see the Milky Way. He could sense that it was still very early in the morning. He turned his head around and glanced at his alarm clock. It was barely after 2:30 in the morning. He grunted and stretched his body, feeling unusually tensed up. Something was off. Very of
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His ears perked when he thought he heard a sound outside. It wasn't right under his window, but it was nearby. Too close for comfort. Something in the pit of Logan's stomach stirred. His claws involuntarily unsheathed themselves. He strained to hear the noise again, becoming increasingly annoyed at being woken up so early. He couldn't hear anything this time. 'Prob'ly just an animal,' he mumbled to himself. He eventually fell back to sleep.

Logan wokeh a h a start as his alarm clock went off. 'God, feels like I just went to bed,' he thought to himself. ulleulled himself out of bed and threw on an old teeshirt and pair of sweatpants, not even bothering to brush his hair or put on any shoes. He headed for breakfast with the students. "Gotte Logan, you look like someting da dog drug in, ja?" Kurt smiled at him. "Mmph, rough night," he mumbled, still half asleep. He reached into the fridge for a beer. 'Maybe this'll wake me up,' he thought. He wasn't particularly hungry, which was unusual for Logan. 'It's that damn feeling in the pit of my stomach,' he thought, feeling slightly flustered. Jean looked at him with concern. "Are you ok Logan? You usually eat enough for two people, and you look kinda ragged," she said, looking at his face. 'Can't lie to her, her and those damn powers, she'll search my head till she finds it,' he thought miserably. "Heard a noise outside last night, woke me up, but whatever it was left, don't worry." He looked at her, knowing that he had failed to reassure her. But she shrugged and said, "It was prob'ly an animal." But Logan had this feeling otherwise, but he still couldn't place it.

The day wore on, Logan taught class, gave lessons in the Danger Room, and soon it was growing into evening. He found his body growing tense again. 'Whatever this thing is, I've got to find it before the sun sets and it comes back,' he growled to himself. He set off into the woods, that strange scent filling his nostrils and winding its way into every place in his body. 'Damn, so familiar,' he mumbled. He searched the bushes and trees, searching for a hint, any tangible hint, of whatever was causing him to feel this way.

He was about to give up when his eyes came to rest on a bush not too far from him. A piece of tan cloth was stuck on a thorn on the bush. He walked towards it, pulling it off of the thorn. He smelled it. Feelings rushed through his body and the once loose sweatpants began to grow tighter around his groin. He growled under his breath. 'So FUCKING familiar, Dammit, what the hell is this, or who the hell is this, that's causin' me to feel this way?' The sun was just about to move beyond the horizon and Logan could feel himself becoming jittery. He, the Wolverine, was nervous. How could anything make him nervous? He was the mass of pure muscle that destroyed any enemy he came into contact with.

He turned to head out of the woods. He knew he had to get outta there. He knew that if he didn't leave, whatever, or whoever it was that was stalking around at night would come back. And he would be the first thing it saw. He had just about gotten to the clearing when the smell began to get stronger. He felt a sudden realization rip through his body. His claws came out with a metallic sound, sweat dripping from his cheeks and chest. He felt his chest tighten. "Sabretooth," he growled.