Doctors Orders

A/N: - sooooo sorry it took so long to throw this chapter out peeps! I just had NO idea what dto do with this chapter :s thanks to y'all who've been kind enough to leave a review :)



Chapter three



“”Scott I-“



“Don’t tell me this isn’t what it looks like” Scott said, his voice dangerously soft as he walked into the room, towards his wife. Hank risked a glance at her, she was white as a sheet and he took a step forward, trying to put himself between Scott and Jean,



“Now Scott-“



“*Shut* *up*” He snarled, shoving Hank roughly out of the way before Scotts hand shot out and grabbed Jean, dragging her to him, “so baby, what’s he got that I haven’t?” He asked cruelly,



“Cyclops-“ Hank tried again but Cyclops' grip on his wife’s arm tightened as he shook her,



"Scott you're hurting me" She whined, reaching up with her free hand to wipe away her tears,



"Hurting you?" He roared in her face, swinging her round to face him fully, his fingers leaving bruises on her arms, "you wanna talk about *hurt*? How about walking in and finding your best friend fucking your god damned *wife*?" He snarled at her,



"Maybe I wouldn't have if you weren't fucking everything that moved on the grounds!" She screeched back, breaking free and accidentally scratching at his face. Scott backhanded his wife hard enough to send her spinning, clutching at her rapidly reddening cheek...even years afterwards Hank would never be sure what happened. One minute he was gaping in shock at Jeans injury and in the next he was staring at Scotts crumpled form over the other side of the lab, wondering why his knuckles were hurting so bad,



"Scott!" Jean cried out, a pathetic little whimper as she ran forward on high heels, the fact that her blouse was still open not seeming to register in her mind as she ran forward, "how *could* you?!" She yelled at the doctor, cradling Scotts head against her chest as she glared at Hank,



"I...I didn't mean-" He stammered, quite shocked at the devastation he'd managed to cause even though he didn't feel guilty thanks to the fact that Scott was so obviously in the wrong,



"Go Hank" Jean spat spitefully, tears ruining her mascara as she crooned to Scott who had woken up enough to glare at Hank hatefully. The Doctor stared at her open mouthed for a moment, hardly believing what his own ears were telling him,



"But he just-"



"I said *go*" She snarled, the whole medical bench jumping back a good foot or so as she did. Hank ripped off his lab coat, flinging it bad temperedly into his chair before striding from the room, slamming the door behind him as he went. He walked through the mansion, ignoring the friendly greetings that students and staff alike called out to him...if he stopped he'd be more likely to pummel some poor soul to dust. He burst out into the fresh air, breaking into a run, over the grounds and into the pine forest beyond. Usually Logan's refuge from the world Hank ran deep into the scented forest before a tree root caught at his foot, sending him sprawling in the dust and pine needles, his glasses skittering away over the pine needles. He pushed himself up, punching the ground and growling as the sharp needles agitated his already sore skin,



“Damn it” He held his hand to himself, the anger he felt bubbling up and boiling over as a broken roar – couldn’t he do anything *right*?! He forced himself to his feet again, head feeling far too heavy on his shoulders now that the short burst of anger had left him he felt…drained…



“Henry?” He looked up in time to see Ororo alighting from the skies, descending gracefully, “was that you I heard?” Her gentle eyes narrowed as she peered at him, walking forwards until he stopped her with an upraised hand, “you look terrible, Hank-“



“Please…Storm, now is not the best of times I…I’m not quite myself” He lied just wanting to be alone…he could figure this out, figure out a way to make it better if only…if only he could have five minute to think. At the same time as his logical mind was running through the list of options, the rest of him was desperate for Ororo to stay…she didn’t disappoint…



“What happened?” She asked flatly, fists on her hips and legs akimbo slightly, no longer the patient motherly figure, more determined to get the truth out of him,



“I just…I hit him, Ro” Hank said, guilt heavy in his voice, “Scott caught me and Jean…together and…he hit her and…I don’t even remember moving” He looked away, thoroughly ashamed of himself,



“You think you were in the *wrong*? After all the people Scotts slept with since he’s said ‘I do’?” Ororo’s strong, rich voice held a note that was a little too close to contempt for Hanks comfort, he shot her an irritated look, surprised as hell when she walked up to him and slapped him on the shoulder. Hard,



“Ro-“



“Well do you?” She demanded, shoving him this time. He caught her wrists, dragging her off to one side to unbalance her as he’d learned to do in the danger room but she shoved into him with her shoulder, sending him back. They wrestled amongst the dirt and needles before Hank managed to gain the upper hand, pinning her to the forest floor with a low growl, “so…?” She panted, a challenging smile on her face, “who was in the right?” Hank looked at her for a long moment, his anger slowly seeping away before he shook his head, laughing softly. Ororo always had strange ways of teaching a lesson. He shifted, starting to let go of her slender wrists which were pinned to either side of her head but her fingers twisted to brush against the back of his hand, a pleading noise escaping her as she looked up at him, storm grey eyes just a little wider than usual,



“Ororo?” Hank frowned a little, an eyebrow jerking up in surprise as she rolled her hips up against him. Blood pounding through him thanks to his earlier temper and the not so earlier scuffle left him dizzy as it headed south, his focus suddenly sharpened onto the silk soft woman beneath him,



“Please” She whispered, all sensuality and resistance beneath him. Cautiously, slowly, so as to give her time to change her mind, he gathered her wrists in one hand, pinning them again above her head. The soft sigh that escaped her and the subtle spread of her legs was enough for Hank. He leaned down and ravished her mouth, she opened to him willingly with a harsh groan, her tongue duelling slickly against his before she suckled at his lower lip, teasing it with little flicks of her tongue. Not to be out done Hank ran his free hand down from her neck, over her chest, to her waist before finally cupping her firm ass and then underneath, to the small of her back, lifting her up into him as his hips ground down, forcing her to break the kiss in order to breath, “Hank!”



“Ssh” He soothed, pressing kisses down the smooth arch of her neck, easily ripping open the front of her billowy robe to expose her swollen breasts and pert little nipples. Bending his head he lathed a nipple in long sweeping strokes of his tongue, sucking the little bud as his free hand trailed over her flat stomach, pausing to tickle her gently before carrying on, two fingers sliding against her already wet and hot core. She moaned, tugging at the hand that pinned her own, writhing beneath him as she strained for more contact, encouraging him by arching her back, thrusting her breasts into his face and trying to move her hips against him at the same time,



“Henry *please*” She whispered eyes shut as she tried to hook her legs around his waist. The doctor was forced to let go of her wrists in order to undo his pants and suddenly there were four hands working at his flies and boxers rather than two. She grinned up at him, dark grey eyes sparkling up at him, white hair a wild mess behind her as her clever hands shoved off his pants and boxers, long nails grabbing at his ass, pulling him tight against her,



“Ro” He laughed breathlessly at her eagerness, wondering if she’d always been this aggressive and he just hadn’t noticed,



“Want it” She growled in reply, reaching round to his cock, causing it to harden further with a few demanding strokes, feeling Hank shudder and groan above her before guiding him to her wet little entrance, “please” She panted, pushing herself against him once more and gasping, calling on the Goddess, as he thrust into her in one long powerful stroke, holding still as the both of them groaned breathlessly. He started to move first, his hands either side of her head to brace himself as he drove forward into her, slow and sure, “*harder*” she demanded, nails raking long lines down his back, her hips rising to meet his as he drove into her over and over, the hardness of his cock seeming to fill her up entirely, the very tip of it seeming to strike at her soul making her writhe with pleasure. The shaky touch of one of his fingers against her clit was enough to send her screaming into oblivion. Hank shuddered, unable to hold back a deep groan as he felt her tighten convulsively around him, driving into her only three more times before his world shattered and exploded into pure white bliss and the strength in his arms gave out…it seemed to last forever…



“Hank, sweetheart, I can’t breathe” Ororo said softly into his ear to get his attention. Hank came back to himself and shook his head, realising a lot of his weight was resting on her. He rolled over, sorting out his pants and boxers and trying hard not to watch her out of the corner of his eye as she tied the rags of her robe about herself in a style that could probably have been called fashionable. Hank put his head in his hands once his pants were zipped up again, self recrimination running around in his head – oh God what have I *done*? Is this some sort of petty revenge against Jea- he was interrupted by a gentle hand on his back,



“I don’t expect a declaration of love, Henry, just because we slept together” Ororo’s soft rich voice caused him to look up into dark smiling eyes, “but you must know that if push comes to shove, and I have no doubt that it will, that I will be here for you” She whispered in his ear before kissing it very gently and very tenderly, not resisting at all as he wrapped an arm around her waist and drew her to him, burying his face in the warm crook of her neck as she carded long, elegant fingers through his hair, “you take care of so many peoples needs, Hank…but I wonder, does anyone look after you?”