Reformed Sinner or Expecting the unexpected

"Royal flush" Logan grinned, laying his cards on the table before dragging the pile of coins towards him until a large, furry blue hand settled on his wrist. He looked up into shy blue eyes that twinkled behind delicat half moon glasses, "Oh ya gotta be kiddin-"



"I believe I have all the aces" Hank's warm smile didn't change a jot as he laid his cards down on the table,



"God damn it!" Logan snarled, standing up in disgust and stalking across the porch to the ancient fridge that hummed against the outside wall of the log cabin,



"Watch your language" Hank murmured, almost absently, as he teasingly counted out his winnings. Logan smirked, cracking open a beer and opened his mouth to retort -



"I dunno why you two play poker" Creed drawled lazily from where he was sprawled over the swinging seat, one arm covering his face, his free hand holding a beer against his stomach, "Hank always wins" He moved his arm, squinting to look at Logan in the bright near sunset light, "you always swear, he always tells you to watch your language and you always tell him to -"



"Get fucked" Logan chorused with a grin before taking a swig from the bottle, tongue darting out to catch a dribble of foam,



"Certain rituals are important, Creed" Hank murmured from the table shifting with a grimace. Creed caught himself smiling at the flash of concern that passed over the Wolverines face as he wordlessly handed the Doctor his cane, "thank you" Logan snorted gruffly, though he watched Hanks every move from the corner of his eye,



"Anyone seen the elf?" Creed asked as he sat up, ignoring the muscles that protested at the sudden movement,



"He's on the roof" Hank called over his shoulder, heading into the house,



"He's been in a funny mood all day...funnier than usual I mean" Logan smirked over the top of his beer, "someone should go talk to him" He added as an after-thought, leaning against the fridge,



"You think I would relinquish my comfortable chair on a mere whim, Wolverine?" Hank grinned at the long line of muffled expletives that followed him into the house, heading to the set of stairs against the far wall. The log cabin was built on one level, comprising of kitchen, living room, bathrooms and three bedrooms (someone was always willing to share and they usually only used one bed between them anyway). It had been built by Logan and Sabretooth after Hank had suffered a horrific injury in his left leg that had left him with permenant scarring and a heavy limp. Naturally the other X-men were in on the impromptu 'gift' and had funded the building of a lab beneath the cabin with easy access where he couldcarry on his research...that Kurt, Logan and Creed lived with him was a nice bonus too.



Hank sighed. Stairs...and possibly furball clogs in the shower drain, were the only bain of his life but he'd be damned if he'd let a staircase come between him and a lover. After some time Hank managed to get to the top, flinging open the hatch that led out onto a flat section of the roof. Kurt was sat close to the edge, cross legged as he looked at the magnificent sunset, a glorious scarlett red that melted away into a deep purple. He didn't turn as Hank pulled himself up onto the roof but his tail swished restlessly,



"You know, I read somevhere that no two sunsets are ever zer same" Kurt said softly as Hank settled beside him, just clost enough that their thighs pressed together, lightly sharing body warmth, "each von a vork of art and..." Kurt trailed off with a sigh and a helpless gesture at the horizon. Hank looked at him over the top of his glasses,



"That was very poetic of you but very out of character" He murmured, not wanting to break the quiet calm that seemed to have settled across them, "what's wrong?" He asked gently. Kurt heaved another sigh,



"Ve're getting *old* Hank -"



"Really? What gave it away?" The doctor chuckled with mock increduality, a tiny part of him relieved when Nightcrawler cracked a grin,



"Vhen you got these -" Kurt lifted a three fingered hand to run it through the thick grey streaks in Hanks hair, smiling as the Doctor purred, his hand drifting lower to caress Hanks jaw, "-vhen von of zer students told me a joke and I didn't get it, vhen von of Creeds sabreteeth fell out and he had to get zer gold von put in just so me and Logan vould stop calling him 'gappy' -"



"Hah! You *and* Logan?" Hank smilied, kissing the teleporters fingers as they ran over his lips, "I don't recall Logan ever -"



"Oh shush" Kurt kissed him, softly, tenderly for a long few moments before they broke apart, foreheads still pressed together,



"Is that all that's bothering you?" The doctor asked quietly,



"*All*? It's a pretty major thing to be vorrying abou-"



"We love you" Hank said, watching the worry melt away from the teleporters eyes before Kurt sat back,



"Cheater" He accused softly, trying not to laugh,



"Naturally...honestly, dear one, myself, Logan and Victor will always -"



"Fuck yeah! Harder you bastard!"



"Shut up and take it like the bitch you are!"



"-be copulating like rabbits" Hank finished calmly before he and Kurt burst out laughing. The Doctor let out a suprised yelp as he was hit by a bundle of devil-may-care blue fur, sprawling flat on his back and looking up into glowing amber eyes that were full of laughter and love,



"Thanks, Doc" Kurt murmured softly through the grin on his face,



"You're most heartily welcome, elf" He replied, he *just* had time to re-adjust his glasses before Kurt kissed him, pulling away once he was thouroughly breathless,



"Tag, you're it" Kurt grinned widely before - BAMPF - Hank remained alone, flat on his back and listening to the groans and moans Logan and Creed were making until a third voice joined them. The Doctor grinned to himself as he sat up, pocketing his glasses - after all, they only got in the way - before heading to the hatchway,



"Lucky for Kurt I could never resist a game of tag"



The End