I Am the Hunted

Sorry for the short chapter, will continue in just a little bit.....

Hank looked up from his work at the tired looking form of Logan in his doorway. Hank was concerned for his friend. Logan slumped against the door, looking down at the floor. "Hank, somethin's wrong...." Logan started. Hank stood up, his massive form coming nearer to Logan. He stood over Logan, looking at him with something Logan couldn't quite place as he looked up into his eyes. "Lately, I just haven't been feelin' myself....I don't usually go for guys, but in the past two days I've found myself with two of them," he said, his eye contact straying to the far wall. "I don't know what to say Logan," Hank said, looking down at his friend. "May I ask who they were?" "Uhhh, I would tell ya, but ya gotta promise not to go tellin' it to anyone, could get me in a world of trouble," Logan said. "They were X-Men weren't they," Hank said. "Well, one was," Logan said, looking up again at Hank. "One was, hmm, who was the other, may I inquire," Hank asked, very interested in who Logan was screwing. "The other was an enemy, but God ya can't tell anyone, I'd never hear the end of it, but I feel attracted to him too, his power, his looks, his, uh, prowess," he said, stumbling over the last word. "It's alright, you don't have to tell me their names if you don't feel comfortable Logan," Hank said, placing a gigantic hand on Logan's shoulder. Logan jumped at the touch, cursing himself silently for letting himself come across as so vulnerable. Hank took the opportunity to pin Logan to the wall. Logan's claws came out with a sheen. "Look, bub, I don't know what you're..." His words were muffled as Beast crushed his mouth with his own. Beast finally withdrew, looking lustfully at Logan. "You know, ever since I transformed into this form, I've not had much luck with love," Beast started. Logan looked up at the mammoth form pinning him to the wall. He retracted his claws. "You've got a strange way of showing you love someone," Logan said, looking somewhat confused. "I always knew you went both ways, Logan" he growled into his ear. dra dragged his lips along the crook of Logan's neck, smelling his distinctive musk. Logan relaxed a bit under his weight, slowly giving in to his feelings for Hank. He had always liked Hank, but he always denied those feelings that would creep into his thoughts late at night, making him squirm on the bed, that massive form taking him forcefully from behind, so rough. Something deep inside Logan stirred, and a low growl was emitted from his throat. Hank looked at Logan, but instead of seeing contempt, he saw a raging desire that had been held back for a very long time.