Reformed Sinner or Expecting the unexpected

Lina! My darling! As if I'd ever leave dear sweet Dr McCoy alone for more than a few minutes *laughs* I'll always make sure he's got someone to, er, give him a hand ;)



Chapter ten



Hanks keen ears caught the tail end of a soft sound and he smiled a little, closing his eyes he took a deep breath - probably just one of the studen...no...I know that scent. The doctor adjusted the microscope and frowned a little, not taking his eyes away from the lens,



"I know you're there Logan, why don't you come out so we can talk? You smell bothered" He called out,



"Lookin for Kurt" Wolverines voice - close beside his left ear, a lot closer than he was expecting - was low and rough,



"You've been drinking"



"Yep" Logan took a couple of steps back as the Doctor turned to face him, "Healin factor's made sure I ain't sozzled though" He smirked, lighting a cigar,



"Not in here, Logan" The doctor frowned, waving a hand at the delicate samples that littered the table in an organised chaos of glass and plastic, suprised and pleased when Logan put the thing away, "what can I do for you?"



"Kurt's been here" Logan stated, his sense of smell had led him this far,



"A few days ago" Hank replied, glancing at the trash can before picking up a clipboard, "to talk about you in fact" He sighed a little, trying to keep the memory of that 'talk' from his mind,



"Yeah?" Logan asked, the curiosity oozing from him as he straddled a chair nearby, folding his arms on the back of the seat, "wadid he s-"



"Don't ask me that question Logan" Hank said, a fond light in his eye as he looked at the Wolverine, "patient doctor confidentiality" Logan rolled his eyes, fingers inching towards his cigar until the Doctor raised an eyebrow,



"Bullshit" The Wolverine spat, "Kurt doesn't talk to you as a patient, you're practically his best friend" Hanks eyebrow rose as he realised that Logans words were practically an echo of the Nightcrawlers,



"Very well, as a best friend, I would never divulge any heart felt secrets bestowed upon me" He said firmly, putting down the clipboard to look into his friends eyes, letting him know that he really meant it. Logan glared at him for a few moments before the look melted away, shifting and warming a few degrees into something that - Hank cleared his throat and looked away,



"So he *did* tell y'somethin juicy" Logan smirked a little, watching the Doctor blush brightly, fiddling around with the lab equipment - strange glass things that looked like they'd been made by someone with a severe case of the hiccups - "and there's somethin else too..." Wolverine murmured, almost under his breath, noting one of the doctors pointed ears flicking a little in adgitation, "yeah, there's somethin you're not tellin me-"



"In the words of Jubilation Lee - drop it Logan" Hank said, his voice almost tired,



"Right" Logan fidgeted a moment, trying to figure out a way of wheedling whatever it was out of the doctor,



"Out with it Wolverine" Hank sighed tiredly after a few moments,



"Nothin" The doctor sighed inwardly, five, four, three, two, one - "I was just wonderin-"



"Of course you were"



"Was it a *good* talk or a *bad* talk that you an Kurt had?" Logan asked, scooting forward on his chair, slinging his leg over the side of his chair, sitting on it properly, his knees bumping against Hanks,



"Logan, which part of 'not going to tell you' don't you understand?" The doctor frowned though inwardly he was quite suprised - touched too, an oddly warm feeling spreading through his chest - at the Wolverines persistance - Logans knees bumped against his own again, Hank shifted,



"I'm a natural born bastard, doc, I've gotta annoy the livin crap out of you, didn't y'know?" Wolverine smirked, not looking at him and Hank allowed himself a grin at the top of Logans head and - darn, Logan looked up and caught him grinning and Hank discovered that he didn't really care,



"Mission accomplished" He murmured, his voice *almost* soft. Logan laughed lowly, picking up the clipboard and frowning at the numbers and words he didn't understand until the doctor took it from him, "with merit" Hank added, freezing as Logans hand - strong, Beasts superior hearing picking up the soft grind of bone and metal,



"What are you hidin doc?" Logan frowned as Hank opened his mouth, "an I don't mean whatever it was with you and Kurt" The doctors frown deepened, his head tilting questioningly. Logan lowered his gaze for a moment before looking up again, seeing *that* tenderness in Hanks eyes, the near constant warmth that clothed the Doctor - Logan wondered what embers burned deep in the doctor that kept that warmth going. Hanks eyes widened in suprise when Logan kissed him, his lips parting with a gasp, a questing tongue slipped into his mouth, following him as he tried to pull away. The doctor gave in to the kiss until Logan broke away,



"What-"



"Just don't think for a moment, doc" Wolverine murmured but his hand was batted away and Hank turned away,



"I don't want-"



"Liar" Logan snapped, dizzy from the scent of desire that poured off the doctor. Hank glared at the computer monitor, ignoring the feeling of the Wolverine glaring at the back of his neck, "why don't y'ever let go?" Logan all but yelled, spinning the doctor around in the chair to face him, "why can't y'just give in an take what y'want? Why -" Wolverine saw a slight tense of Hanks muscles and that was all the warning he had. There was a clatter as the chair went wheeling across the room which blurred around Logan as he was shoved back, slammed into a wall, teeth - sharp, wet and warm - pressed against his throat, squeezing his neck warningly as over large hands gripped his wrists painfully tight. Wolverine was trapped between a wall and a solid mass of muscle and temper - Logans eyes widened a little as Hank growled, a long low sound, pure animal and pure danger,



"I...*can't*..." The doctor snarled, the tight grip on Logans wrists lessening, "don't you understand?" He frowned, stepping back as shame started to creep up on him as Logan rubbed his neck, the little pin prick marks that Hank had left fading away. Wolverine watched the doctor close his eyes, taking a few steadying deep breaths, catching his arm as he went to turn away, "Logan-"



"Give in to me" Logan said, his voice barely above a whisper and challenging...so deliciously challenging. Hank shivered, trying to tug his arm free - his heart wasn't in it - "I can take whatever you dole out doc-"



"*No*" The Doctor snapped, moving away, standing at the window, wrapping his hands over the window ledge. Wolverine frowned, moving over having to stand on a chair to nuzzle his chin against the back of Hanks neck, arms reaching over broad shoulders,



"Stop it Logan" Hank said, unaware that his hands balled into fists at his side,



"Make me" Logan whispered in the taller mans ear, his teeth barely closed over the lobe before he felt Hanks hands rough for once but with a care behind it that let the other man know that Hank was still in control. Wolverine was lifted up and off the chair, large hands cupping his ass and squeezing roughly - tearing aside the leather that clad the aforementioned ass as easily as if it was the thinnest of silks. Logan growled at the display of power, unsheathing his claws and rapidly slicing away the clinical lab coat and cutting away the doctors belt. Hank stumbled a little, snarling and his claws raking holes in Logans boxers, scraping the sensitive skin beneath, "waddya want?" Logan asked, looking up at him, pulling away from the kiss for a brief moment to lower his head, biting a trail of marks along the sharp jut of Hanks collar bone,



"Want you right here, right now" Hank growled, shifting Logans weight to one hand, fisting his now free hand in Logans hair, wrenching the Wolverines mouth away from his skin, trying to regain some self control, "this is -" He was interupted by his own vocal cords trying to growl as Logan kicked the table, turning them around so Hank was sat on the edge, Logans legs still locked around his waist,



"Yeah, I know" Logan smirked, hands frantic against the doctors chest, skimming down through soft, soft, soft fur down over hard muscles - and a slight softening of the belly - to fumble with the doctors belt. Hank growled low, hands roaming over the Wolverines body, fingers splayed, mapping flesh, determined to touch and feel and *remember* so much, as much as possible. Hanks fingers flexed, sharp claws *just* grazing the tender skin on Logans hips, feeling them jerk against him Hanks growl deepened further, snarling outright as his cock - already achingly hard - was pulled free. Logan slammed forward, using the weight of his adamantium frame to bear the much larger man back until the Doctor lay flat against the table, shuddering as he felt one of Hanks clawed fingers trailing over the curve of his ass,



"I can't -"



"I know" Logan interupted, pressing back until he felt the doctors claws burst through the tender skin of his ass. His jaw went slack in sheer suprise as Hanks hand - much larger than any he'd ever known - smacked his backside, the blow cushioned by the soft, velvet like fur that covered his palm,



"I won't have your blood on my hands" Hank snarled, animalistic even in control. Wolverine felt his face go red, his ass stinging gently as he lifted himself up, hovering over the doctors cock. Hanks hands grasped his hips, holding him in place, fingers holding him tight enough to leave bruises - or they would, if Logan didn't have a healing factor, "I don't want to hurt y-"



"Shut up an fuck me, furball, healing factor remember?" Logan snarled, fingers clawing at the doctors shoulders - he all but howled as Hanks cock thrust hard into him, filling him totally, completely - he snarled as Hank pinched his nipples roughly,



"Move!" Hank ordered, one hand remaining on the Wolverines firm backside, squeezing and massaging it encouragingly as Logan started to move, riding the doctors stiff cock hard and fast, reaching down with one hand to stroke his cock roughly in time with his movements - he yelled, head thrown back in a near howl, as Hank started to thrust up into him, his hips moving so powerfully that Logan gave up moving to try and keep balance as that hard shaft pounded into the nub of nerves in his ass,



"Fuck - oh fuck!"



"Come damn you" Hank growled, his free hand slipping down Logans sweat sheened chest and torso to grasp his hard cock, stroking it hard until the Wolverine stiffened above him, splattering them both with founts of come, inner muscles squeezing Hank impossibly tightly, milking out the doctors own orgasm. Hanks teeth ground together as he squashed the scream that wanted out as pleasure made white lights dance in front of his eyes. They collapsed together in a heap over the desk, panting as they slowly, so very slowly, came down from the heights they were traversing. The doctor was the first to realise that Wolverine was stroking a thumb over one blue eyebrow,



"Why me, Wolverine?" Hank whispered, his voice barely audible even to the Wolverines sensitive ears. Logan raised himself as much as his tired arms could bare, frowning down into a serious expression, "am I just a substitute because Creed and Kurt -"



"Shut up McCoy" Logan kissed him - sloppy, wet, loud and tired - for a long moment before falling back to his chest, "want I should leave?"



"Shut up Logan" Hank growled softly, voice rough and husky from the sex, pulling the other man closer and for once, not caring for vast vocabulary or mess as his arm wrapped firmly around the Wovlerines waist, cradling the smaller man against him, "stay" He breathed softly into a tender ear and - for the first time since Hank had known him, Logan relaxed. Totally relaxed - almost as far as going limp - against him. Hank frowned a little, trying to work out what the new sound was that filled the room, "are you purring?"



"Shut up McCoy" Logan yawned hugely, jaw popping, turning his face into thick blue fur and grinning in a way that could only be described as 'shit eating' as sleep crept up his back, "Wolves don't purr" He listened to the deep, steady heartbeat and a new, louder sound that made Logans cheek bounce a little against the Doctors chest - Hank was laughing,



"Of course they don't" Hank weaved his fingers absently through Wolverines hair, smiling at the ceiling, "of course they don't"



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