The Mutant and the Executioner

WARNING: While not every chapter of my story will contain sex it will most definitely be in here at some point. So If you are under eighteen or find bisexual, hetero, gay, lesbian, or multiple partner sex offensive then you should GO AWAY! This also applies if you are not supposed to view this type of stuff where you live. However if you are an open-minded person who likes erotic fiction READ ON!

I am not an expert on the X-men universe so be advised that I have taken artistic liberties with costumes, backgrounds, and ages of X-men characters to fit into my story line. So if you are upset by changes to some details of the X-men world originally created by Stan Lee and company then DON'T READ THIS. I don't want to hear about it!

Also not all of my characters will be good boys and girls and practice safe sex but that in no way implies that you shouldn't! Keep yourself and others safe by at least using a condom.

Language notes and full warning/disclaimer can be found at the beginning of Manifestation Part 1.

Special hellos to anyone who may have followed this story from Nifty. I hope you find the chapters improved. I've tried to catch as many errors as possible as well as fleshing out the characters/situations.

No beta! All fowl-ups are mine! WOOOO-HOOOO!!

Warnings this chap: Some steamy self-lovin' so watch out! Not gonna mark it for ya this time folks!

Pairing this chap: Logan/Tony (sorta...you'll see)

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Introductions and Explanations


The next day Tony woke bright and early. He stripped his bed then jumped in the shower to wash away the evidence of his late-night fantasies. Dressed in an old pair of thread-bare jeans, a well worn t-shirt, and soft-soled moccasins he took his sheets and soiled boxers to the side porch where the washer and dryer were located. He threw all of it in the machine, added soap, and started it up.

The light breeze shifted bringing with it a hint of sweet smelling tobacco. Looking up he brushed a few stray still damp hairs from his face and saw the leading man from his previous nights dreams leaning against a tree by the back fence smoking a cigar. The man noticed him and nodded a greeting but didn't speak. Tony swallowed and blushed furiously as he raised a hand in response before turning and rushing inside.

Logan drew another lung full as he watched the door slam. 'Cute kid.' He thought to himself. 'Kinda twitchy though. Wonder why....' With a shrug he pushed the thought away.

The mouthwatering smells of bacon and fresh biscuits greeted Tony and his stomach rumbled. Moving towards the opposite end of the house where the kitchen was located he heard several strange voices talking and laughing. Stepping into to sunlit room Tony was greeted by the sight of two unknown women bustling around the kitchen. Meanwhile his grandfather was moving the chairs from the small breakfast table in that room to the larger one in the dining room as a tall brown-haired man with red sunglasses put down enough place settings for several people.

"Ah good morning young Mr. Whitefeather." The bald man glided thru the back door in what looked like a floating wheelchair...minus the wheels that is.

"Tony!" Joseph grabbed the boy in a spine cracking hug and set him back down smiling hugely. "You look better. How did you sleep?"

"Fine...I guess." He looked around in complete confusion at all the people dressed in what were obviously his parents' old clothes.

"Go ahead and have a seat son while these two beautiful ladies are putting the food on the table." Joseph guided Tony to one end of the now fully extended dining table and sat him down. The lovely black woman with stunning white hair wearing a knee-length flowered sun dress smiled softly as she placed a plate of food in front of him. Tony's face pinked slightly at being so close to one of the most attractive women he had ever met. "Oh that's right! You probably don't remember the last time you met these nice folks. You were..." a slightly pained expression crossed the older man's face briefly before it vanished, "...quite young. Anyway," he cleared his throat when it seemed as if his voice would crack, "this is Ororo Munroe." The young man stuttered a quiet greeting.

"It is a pleasure to meet you again, Antonio." The African born goddess noticed his high color and couldn't help but tease him a little. "My, your just as handsome as your grandfather." She shot a glance between the two Whitefeather men and had to stifle a giggle when their complexions began to match. The skirt of the dress flared slightly as she quickly turned to hide her express in the guise of collecting more dishes.

Joseph couldn't help watching the enticing sway of her hips as the weather-witch moved away. As his brain went off to La-La Land the other woman in the room rolled her eyes and took up the introductions.

"Hello, Antonio. My name is Jean Grey-Summers." Tony attention was diverted and he couldn't help but stare at the gorgeous red-head settling a pitcher of orange juice in the middle of the table. She leaned forward to shake hands and the younger man's color climbed a little higher at the slight show of cleavage her action revealed. It was a toss-up in his mind who was the more drool-worthy of the two stunning females. The red-headed telepath got a somewhat funny expression on her face when their hands met and then she snickered. "I'm very flattered you think so." Tony blinked at her owlishly not understanding her comment.

"Hey now," a deep amused voice behind him said, "You better not be hitting on my woman."

"What do you mean 'your woman' mister?" Jean laughed as she came around the table to place a kiss on the cheek of the hunky man with the funny glasses. "Antonio, this is my husband Scott Summers. Don't worry his bark is worse than his bite."

"Woof!" Scott wrapped an arm around her waist and dipped his head to growl teasingly into her neck and was rewarded with a sharp smack to the shoulder and giggle. Kissing her on the cheek he released his hold and left the room to walk down the hall that went past Tony's bedroom and the two spare rooms. He stuck his head out the same door that led to where the laundry machines were. "Logan! Breakfast is ready."

'So thats his name!' Tony thought to himself when he realized it was Mr. Furry-Gorgeous that Shaded Beefcake was calling to. The very next thing that popped into his overly hormone riddled teenaged brain was 'Were all these people chosen because they can cause a person swallow their own tongue just by walking into the room?!'

"My name," the man in the floating chair pulled up beside Tony in a space that did not have a regular chair, "is Professor Charles Xavier. I am an old friend of your grandfather's."

Tony barely held back a sigh of relief when, while handsome, the chair-bound man didn't send his libido running like a rat terrier on caffeine. Any more of that and he might pass out from lack of blood to his brain....the big brain that is.

Everyone sat down in clockwise order of Tony, the Professor, whose chair was wide enough to take up two spaces, Ororo, Joseph at the opposite end from Tony, Scott, Jean, and a chair for Logan who came in last and sat on Tony's other side.

Everyone dug into scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, and hot fresh biscuits. The food was wonderful but Tony was having a hard time enjoying it when he was surrounded by strangers. It was especially hard when the one that had had a main role in his rather pornographic dreams last night was sitting close enough to bump knees with. Tony stared intently at this plate mechanically shoveling food into his mouth ignoring the breakfast conversation and blushing uncontrollably. He didn't notice how Charles raised his eyebrows and sent a look towards Jean who met her mentor's eyes and tried to hide her smile by taking a sip of juice.

After all the food was gone Jean and Ororo roped Scott into helping with the dishes while Joseph lead his grandson and old friend into the living room. Logan returned outside which both relieved and disappointed his young admirer. Filled with confusion, Tony sat cross-legged and quiet on the couch while Joseph took a seat in his regular over-stuffed chair. Charles parked himself nearby.

"I suppose you have a lot of questions to ask, son, but I'd like for you to listen to what we have to say first." Joseph paused to take a deep breath. "Charles here has a school named Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters."

"Thats the place you told me to call if you...died." Tony said quietly.

"Yes," Joseph went on, "but I would like Charles to explain to you exactly what type of school it is." Both of them turned to the Professor and waited.

Charles proceeded to explain how he founded the school to help young people with special talents, mutants, learn how to use their natural abilities in a safe and controlled environment free of prejudice. He also explained how he and Joseph had met.

Many years ago Joseph had been a truck driver trying to make ends meet while taking care of his wife and his ten and fourteen year old sons. On one particular trip he was sent to take a load to Oklahoma City. It was late by the time he was done and he decided to stay overnight at a truck stop and sleep in the compartment behind the cab of his big-rig. At the same time Charles Xavier was on an overnight lay-over for a flight from California back to his home in New York State and decided to eat at the restaurant nearby the same truck stop.

Sensing trouble, Charles had gone outside towards the parked trucks and come across two men attacking Joseph trying to steal his wallet and rig. Before he could assist though Joseph had transformed himself into a large cougar and scared off the would-be thieves. After the other man had returned to his regular human form Xavier approached him and they began to talk. Joseph explained to Charles that he had lost his construction job and had to take a job as a trucker to help take care of his family. He told the kind man he hated to be away from his family so much of the time but that he didn't have a choice. He begged Charles not to tell anyone what he had done for fear of losing his only source of income. The bald man assured Joseph his secret was safe and that he to was 'different'.

Charles mentioned a school he was building in New York out of his families old estate and asked Joseph if he would like to help in its construction. He told Joseph he could bring his family to stay for as long as the job took so that they could be together. Joseph agreed and a few weeks later he, Maria, ten-year-old Roberto, and fourteen-year-old Andres were staying in a temporary home in New York. After construction was complete the Whitefeather family was offered and accepted the opportunity to stay for as long as they liked to help take care of the place and assisting in the care of new students. Three years later, missing his native home, Joseph moved his family back to Oklahoma. With the large sum of money Charles insisted on paying him, Joseph was able to build his family a simple yet large home and started his own small construction company. In those days he and his family continued to make trips up to New York as often as they could to visit his old friend and the young students he and Maria had learned to care for.

That ended a few years later when Maria developed cancer and was too sick to travel, however they still kept in touch with the school and Charles. When Maria pass on the communication lessened and after the accident that claimed the lives of Tony's parents and uncle they had lost touch completely until now.

Tony sat quietly absorbing the information. He turned dark solemn eyes to meet those of his grandfather.

"So you're a mutant?"

"Yes." Joseph held his breath.

"What else can you do beside change into a bear, a cougar, and jump tall buildings in a single bound?" Tony started to smile and his eyes shone with humor.

"Well," Joseph's answering smile was filled with relief, "my shape-shifting abilities are limited to animals I'm familiar with who's body mass is close to my own. I can also run pretty fast, my strength is above average, my senses are more acute than most humans, and I can make a mean bean bread."

All three laughed but soon Tony's smile began to fade. He asked the question even though he felt he knew the answer.

"Why are you telling me all this?"

"You see, son," Joseph began, "it seems you are also a mutant."

"Oh." Tony looked off into the distance for a moment deep in thought then turned back to both men. "My memory of what happened in the woods is kind of blurry. I do remember your shoulder being all messed up and that I wanted the bleeding to stop." He glanced at Joseph's covered shoulder. Joseph unbuttoned his shirt and showed Tony a rather nasty but fadded pink scar where the bullet hole had been. After studying the discolored flesh for a few moments the younger man nodded slowly and the shirt was closed again.

"We are not sure exactly what happened, Antonio, but if you will allow me to I should be able to find out." Xavier waited patiently for the boys response.

"You can call me Tony." His brow wrinkled. "How exactly would you do that?"

"I am a very powerful telepath. I can read and control the minds of others. Some think I may be the most powerful of my kind in the world." Charles smiled and shrugged slightly. He was not bragging, just stating a fact. "With a little manipulation I would use my telepathy to retrieve your memories of what happened and to see if I can gauge what your abilities are, at least on a basic level."

"Oh," Tony paused briefly then shrugged, "okay. Go for it."

"Just relax and think back to what you remember," Charles floated his chair closer and placed an opened hand on either side of Tony's head, just short of actually touching. A few moments passed then he leaned back with a satisfied smile.

"Thats it?" Tony asked slightly disappointed. Charles chuckled and nodded.

"I was able to discern three separate events that happened. The details are a bit fuzzy, but without making you re-live those moments," Tony shuddered and paled slightly, "it was the best I could do." The young man sent the speaker a shaky smile of thanks. "The first was that you sent a telepathic outcry. That was what got our attention in the first place. Unlike my own and Jean's talents you seem to be only able to send and receive direct communication but not actively 'read' thoughts. This actually is not that uncommon though your 'voice' is quite powerful. The range of your 'ear' can be tested later." Charles continued. "The second was that you sent out an empathic wave." He saw the smooth brow wrinkle in confusion and explained. "In other words you 'projected' how you were feeling." Tony's lips made an 'o' of understanding. "Let me ask you, Tony. Can you tell what I am feeling?" Dark eyes blinked a few times as the question was processed.

"How would I be able to-"

"Just close your eyes and relax your mind."

Shooting his grandfather a look and receiving a smile of encouragement, Tony complied and then opened his eyes wide. He felt waves of sympathetic understanding and happiness from the the professor and worry from his grandfather. He sat trembling slightly for a moment then calmed himself.

"You are very happy right now but grandpa is worried." He closed his eyes again cocking his head slightly to one side as if listening. "Ms Munroe is amused and Mr. and Mrs. Summers are slightly irritated, like they are arguing but not mad. Logan is..." his brow wrinkled slightly then he opened his eyes, "nervous about something and its getting stronger." The back door banged open and he turned just in time to see Logan stride quickly into the living room.

"Somebody's just turned up drive." Logan turned to Joseph. "You expectin' visitors?"

"Everybody stay here." He walked to the window and peeked out. His shoulders relaxed and he walked to the door. "Just my neighbor." He walked out to greet the visitor.

The man behind the wheel was only a few years younger than the elder Whitefeather and had the rangy build of a man who was no stranger to hard physical labor. His eyes were the dark golden-brown of raw honey and his straight shoulder-length hair was the deep brown-black of fresh turned earth. Though as dark skinned as Joseph, his hair and eyes revealed his mixed Native American and Anglo blood. As he unfolded himself from the driver's seat of his somewhat beat-up Ford F150 his rather handsome but sun-lined face held a note of puzzlement. Scuffed work boots crunched gravel as he approached his mountain of a neighbor.

"Hey, David."

"Joseph? I thought you two were going camping." They shook hands.

"Well we were but Tony came down with something." They chatted a little more with Joseph avoiding the real reason he and Tony had returned so early. "Thanks for coming over. I'd invite you in but we don't know if he's contagious or not. Don't want you taking something home for your wife and kid to catch. "

"Oh, not a problem. I'll catch you later Joe, and I hope Tony gets better soon." They shook hands again and soon dark eyes were watching as dust billowed from behind the retreating vehicle. Joseph went back into the house convinced his good friend had not bought a single word of his story.

"He's gone. I can't believe I forgot he was coming by to check up on the place while Tony and I were gone." Everyone relaxed and went back to what they were doing previously.

"You said there were three things that happened, Professor." Tony reminded him when it was just the original trio again.

"Yes." Charles picked up where he left off. "The third and most physically dramatic thing is that you seem to be able to heal. I don't just mean yourself, like Logan, but others as well." Tony was silent. "What I saw happen was that you 'absorbed' your grandfather's wound into your own body thus healing him, went on to manifest the wound on your own body, and then healed yourself. One interesting thing to note is that where as you healed without a mark Joseph still has a scar, probably from the severity of the wound."

"You saved my life,Tony." Joseph grabbed his grandson's hand and squeezed lightly then released it. "Thank you."

"These powers you have are very strong but I have a suspision they have not reached full potential." Charles continued when he had their attention again. "I would not be surprised if they grew greatly in strength." Joseph's eyebrows shot into his hairline as Tony's eyes widened. Tony's expression became more thoughtful and he stood. He was silent for several moments lost in his own mental processes while looking off into the distance before he focused back on the two patiently waiting gentlemen and spoke quietly.

"This is alot to process." The boy sighed then bent to hug his grandfather. "I need to be alone for a little while." With that he turned and walked to his bedroom.

"You have a very special young man there, Joseph."

"I know." Joseph eyes were bright with love and pride. "His father and mother would be so proud of him. Their spirits are happy."

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Tony lay on his bed for a while but became restless. He braided his hair to keep it from blowing in his face grabbed his horse blanket, knife belt, and a narrow leather case with a shoulder strap then headed out of the house. Climbing over the wooden back fence he whistled sharply. A large black stallion with white socks on all four legs and a white blaze down its nose trotted up the rise to him. Tony unrolled the blanket, draped it over the animals back, and placed the strap of the case over his shoulders so that it lay diagonally between his shoulder blades. He patted the horse's nose affectionately and, with the ease of much practice, climbed on bare-back.

"Lets go to my special place Night Wind. I need to think." He wrapped his hands in the horse's pitch black mane and tapped his heels to the animal's flanks. They were soon flying across the field towards an isolated spot by a creek that bordered the back of the property.

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Logan sat quietly in a tree letting his mind wander when he heard the pounding of hooves. He saw the boy, Antonio, riding hard across the field. When he was close enough for Logan to tell he didn't smell of fear he relaxed and kept quiet.

The boy dismounted and spoke softly to his mount who nickered and bumped his nose to the youth's shoulder then bobbing it's head up and down. Laughter rang out at the equine antics as Tony thumped the sleek animal on it's side. The boy left the horse to wander and spread out his blanket under a nearby tree. He pulled the leather case from across his shoulders and sat. Undoing the zipper the young man pulled out a wooden flute decorated near the mouthpiece with an eagle feather tied with a thin strip of buff colored leather.

It had been several days since Tony had gotten to be here by himself. Just touching his father's instrument brought him peace. He placed the flute to his lips and blew a few practice notes then began to play in earnest. His soul soared with each note as he played. The music was laced with his sense of confusion, fear, and sadness.

Logan lend back and closed his eyes. At first he had been irritated to have his solitude interrupted but the boy's music spoke to him. So powerful was it that it flowed over him like the warm caress of summer wind. He felt the change as the song became one of determination melding into happiness. Logan felt the warmth continue to flow over him even after the music stopped. A ghost of a shiver tickled up his spine and the small hairs at the back of his neck raised briefly then he relaxed again. Opening his eyes he watched as the boy sat with his eyes closed smiling softly. Logan sighed in contentment and unconsciously mirrored the boy's expression.

After a few moments Tony opened his eyes and looked around, his smile fading but not disappearing. He thought he felt someone nearby but didn't see anyone so just put it up to his new abilities playing with him. He stood and stretched to begin his martial arts practice. Remembering what his grandfather and self defense teacher taught him he began to warm up. He stretched out his muscles for several minutes popping joints in the process then walked over to a larger clearing near where he had been sitting.

Taking a ready stance he relaxed and concentrated on the moves he had learned. Several deep breaths later he began to move thru his usual routine of punches, blocks, and kicks. Partway thru his routine, as he performed a high spinning kick, his long-bladed hunting knife appeared seemingly out of nowhere and he began to incorporate the knife moves grandfather had taught him. He performed a rapid series of slashing punches holding the knife so the the dull part of the blade rested against forearm the point in the direction of his elbow. Flipping the knife in the air he caught the handle in his other hand and performed several jabs and then another spinning kick. The kick didn't feel right so he tried it again and again it felt wrong. He placed the knife back in his belt and re-adjusted it so that the area where his smaller throwing knives were sat more comfortable. Taking a deep relaxing breath he then proceeded to start the whole routine again but when he got to the same part he made the same mistake. Cursing he jammed the knife back into place. He heard a thump behind him and spun his arm extending without a thought.

Logan watched the graceful youth move with surety and skill as the sleek dark skin that was visible began to glisten with sweat. He heard the curse and saw what the kid had made the same mistake for the third time in a row and decided to help. Dropping down from his tree he fell into a ground-hugging crouch as a knife sailed over his head and sunk into the wood behind him. He looked back at the still quivering knife then turned to whistled appreciatively.

"Damn kid I'd hate t' get on the bad side o' you!"

Logan pulled the knife from the tree with a grin that showed slightly pointy canines and moved to hand the deadly bit of metal back to its owner handle first. The young man had turned pale as a ghost and stood with his mouth hanging open in shock.

"OH MY GOD!" He rushed forward an accepted the knife. "I'm so sorry Mr. Logan. I didn't know it was you, I swear!" He sheathed the knife and stepped back his heart trying to crack his ribcage.

"Don't worry 'bout it, kid, and its just Logan." Logan chuckled. "Mine are bigger than yours anyway." He held up a fist flashing teeth again as three nearly foot-long blades shot out of his hand with a metallic shink.

"Holy crap!" Tony stared in fascination as Logan retracted his built-in weaponry and shot them out again before putting them away and hooking his thumbs in his pockets. "Is that your mutant power?"

"These puppies and my adamantium skeleton are compliments of some assholes who decided it was okay to experiment on mutants." Logan stretched and his joints popped noisily. He twisted his head one way then the other causing his neck to crack loud enough to make Tony wince. "My mutation is that I heal fast. I've also got heightened senses." He pointed over to where Tony had been practicing. "I saw the problem you were havin' with that turn. Try this."

Logan moved to the center of the clearing, relaxed his muscles, then started the routine Tony had been doing. When it came to the part with the knife he modified it to use his claws then performed the kick perfectly tucking his elbows close to his body.

"Ya had yer foot turned too far and and your arms were too loose. It left ya off-balance. Ya also dropped yer leg too fast and didn't follow thru. Now you do it."

After a couple more tries Logan was satisfied and suggested they spar. For the next hour they trained but Logan kept his claws sheathed to keep from accidentally hurting the young man. When they were both sweaty and Tony was exhausted they sat down on the blanket to rest.

"Y' pretty good, bub." Logan ran a hand through his damp hair and looked off into the distance. "If ya ever decide to come train with us at the school ya could really learn t' whup some ass."

"Th-thanks," Tony found his eyes wandering down to watch how the black shirt clung to the big man's damp torso defining each delicious muscle. He quickly looked away so he wouldn't get caught staring and swallowed. Trying to act calm he stood and walked to the creek bank. Stripping off his sweat-soaked shirt he tucked it to hang from the back waistband of his pants then knelt and began to splash cold water over his face and chest.

"Good idea, kid."

Tony froze as he heard the distinct slithering sound of a shirt being removed. Logan knelt beside him and scooped cold water over his own head and chest causing the nipples to become erect. Memories of the previous night hit the hormonal teen like a freight train and caused blood to rush crotchward so fast he almost got dizzy. Tony vigorously splashed himself until his lips started turning blue and he shivered but at least his pants weren't tenting anymore. He moved away to gather his things, quickly re-rolling the horse blanket.

"Well...um I guess its time to go see about lunch or something." Tony stammered as he slung the flute case over his back once again and tucked the roll under his arm.

"Wait up! I'll give ya a ride, kid."

"Ride?" Tony squeaked then cleared his throat. "What do you mean?"

Logan stooped to pick up his abandoned black t-shirt and stuffed it in his back pocket so that it hung out over his tight ass. He walked to the tree he had been sitting in and rolled out a black and chrome Harley with what looked like a modified helmet tied to the back. Tony gazed in awe.

"Holy crap! Is that a Dyna Super Glide Custom?!"

"Beauty, aint she." Logan stroked a hand lovingly over the black leather seat. He adjusted the helmet back some and climbed aboard then looked over at Tony. "Hop on kid."

Tony didn't think twice and climbed up behind the bigger man but froze when he realized they were both shirtless and about to touch skin to skin. He placed his hands hesitantly on Logan's narrow hips and tried to keep his bare chest away from an equally bare back.

"Hold on tight kid. Yer gonna fall off like that." Logan grabbed the kid's hands and crossed them over his ripped abs. The older man froze briefly as Tony's bare chest pressed against his back. He inhaled sharply and blinked. What was wrong with him? He's just a kid, Logan. Calm down! He cleared his throat. "Here we go." He turned the key and the machine roared to life.

The sudden vibration between Tony's legs and the feel of his body pressed snuggly against the hard muscled body in front of him was too much and, once again, caused an almost instant erection. His face flamed and he struggled to hold back a groan of mortification. 'Please don't let him notice!' The boy prayed silently. Logan however had picked up the scent of his arousal....and was beginning to get hard himself!

'Shit!' Logan growled inwardly. 'All I needed was t' throw wood! That's just great!'

When they reached the house Logan parked the motorcycle out back and they dismounted. Logan pulled the shirt out of his pocket and held it in front of his crotch to hide his sizable bulge while Tony did the same with the blanket roll. His slender legs moving him rapidly past the older man, onto the small back patio, and thru the door. They greeted Scott, Jean, and Professor X in the living room with mumbles and rushed past.

"I'm going to my room." Tony said as he hurried down the hall.

"Gonna take a shower." Logan growled as he strode past.

"What's with them?" Scott turned to Jean and pointed after the two with his thumb.

Jean and Xavier looked at each other gobsmacked at what they had pick up from the two men. Tony was understandable taking into account his age, but Logan...that was the real stunner. Jean suddenly burst out laughing while the professor coughed to hid his own reaction.

*Did you feel that?!* Jean mental voice was filled with amusement.

*Indeed.* Charles' was muffled with laughter.

"I hate it when telepaths leave the the rest of us out of the loop!" Scott grumbled as he walked to the kitchen. Joseph past him and gave him a puzzled look. "Ask the hyenas." He pointed over his shoulder at the laughing pair.

When he asked where Logan and Tony were Jean barely managed to control herself long enough to gasp out their locations then clutched her stomach. Joseph shook his head and went to the master bathroom to grab a robe.

Logan had just stripped when there was a knock at the door.

"Yeah, what?"

"It's Joseph. If you give me your clothes I'll wash 'em for you. I have some stuff here that should work 'till there done."

Logan opened the door part way, handed out his clothes, and accepted a bathrobe and a pair of grey draw-string sweats.

"Thanks."

"Not a problem."

Turning the water on cold at full blast Logan stepped under the spray and shivered. When his teeth started to chatter and his erection was gone he turned up the hot and grabbed the soap. When done with his body he used the bottle of shampoo available and lathered his head. The smell of the shampoo in the hot steamy air reminded him of Tony's scent as that lilthe young body was pressed against Logan's bare back. He quickly stuck his head under the water to rinse the smell away but it was too late and his hardon sprang back to life.

With a frustrated growl he scowled down at his persistent erection. He was at his full ten inches and two and a half wide and hadn't been so hard in a long time. Sighing in resignation he took himself in hand. The sigh turned into a gasp as his strong calloused hand gripped his needy and highly sensitized flesh. Stroking his cock slowly he closed his eyes trying to clear his mind of all but the feel of his grasping hand. Suddenly the image of a soft, long fingered, dark hand in the place of his own broke thru and he let out a choked sound of unbridled lust. He was surrounded by the smell of Tony's shampoo and of Tony himself since the young man had left a used shirt in the bathroom. Logan's extra sensitive nose picked out that smell over everything else and his hand moved faster as he put his other out to lean on the shower wall. His stomach tightened and dick tingled as he felt his orgasm build and his hand pumped faster. Suddenly he was drowning in sensation as his balls tightened sending jet after jet of thick spunk onto the wall as he threw back his head and grunted in release. He had never cum so fast or so hard before. Legs shaking and gasping for air Logan finished his shower, rinsed the wall, and turned off the water.

A few rooms away a young man lay staring at the ceiling. After several oh-so-exciting minutes of this he rolled off the bed, stripped off his dirty clothes, threw them in the hamper, and collapsed on the bed wearing only what he had been born with. Tony could hear the shower running as he lay naked trying to calm himself. It was no good.

He imagined Logan's big, muscled, hairy body under the hot steamy spray and groaned as his cock swelled to its full seven inches. His evil imagination showed himself licking his way down that furry chest and six-pack to nuzzle into the springy curls between the other man's powerful thighs. Finished with teasing, his imaginary self proceeded to take Logan's hot hard cock in his mouth, stretching it to capacity as his hand moved to stroke his own meat. He could almost hear Logan moaning and feel him cupping the back of his head gently yet firmly as Tony mouthed the pulsing length.

'Yeah, Tony baby, suck me!' The dream Logan grunted, wrapping his hands in long ink-black strands of silky hair. With that leverage the bigger man forced the smaller one to move faster making drool and pre-cum dribble from over-filled lips. 'So good, baby!' With a final low groan and couple of rapid thrusts the fantasy shot his load down his young lover's hungry throat. Tony sprayed his ball juice all over his stomach and chest with a whimper to the imagined taste of Logan's cum. He groaned loudly and went limp as his heart thundered.

Logan stepped out of the bathroom and started down the hall in his borrowed clothes. As he began to pass Tony's room he heard the distinctive panting moans of the young man pleasuring himself and smelled Tony's release. Cursing quietly he stomped back down to the bathroom to take another cold shower.

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What did you think of my first ever sex scene in Part 2? I know it wasn't extremely exciting and kind of quick but like I said at the beginning of that chapter Jean/Scott is not my favorite pairing. Was the masturbation scene in this part okay? Let me know what you liked/disliked.

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