In Fear of Three Little Words

Chapter 4


The room was quiet for a long while. Logan lay with his back against the cool floor. Near enough to touch, Kurt lay on his side, curled up as if still in some pain. Maybe he was and maybe it wasn’t the collar causing it.

Logan felt Kurt’s warmth, tasted his despondent fear. But most of all his body remembered the feel of being deep inside Kurt, the tightness of ass muscles spasming around his cock. His body had betrayed him and had betrayed a fellow team mate, someone young and vulnerable and unable to defend himself against Logan’s strength and ferocity.

“You know I’d never deliberately hurt you...don’t you?” Logan asked out of nowhere, needing Kurt to know. He pushed up to a sitting position, not liking at all the residual of the drug still lingering inside of him.

“I know,” Kurt replied, that despondency evident in his tone. “I only blame Trask. Not you. Never you, Logan.”

The kid’s words tore a hole in Logan’s heart. He gazed down on Kurt, at the blue fur covering a slim, lithe body. Touching that fur was like petting a cat. Silky, soft blue black hair lay spread out across Kurt’s cheek and forehead and neck. Delicately pointed ears peaked out between the strands. And the elf had the biggest eyes, beautifully shaped. There was an alien beauty to this boy on the verge of manhood, a prettiness he’d outgrow in a few years...if he got the chance.

There were times Kurt could be damned annoying, “popping” in and out, startling people, but his innate goodness, that basic decency lacking in many people todas aas a cornerstone of Kurt’s personality.

“How are you two feeling?” Trask’s voice sounded over the intercom. “I hope well enough to proceed with another test of this fascinating drug.”

“No...please,” Kurt moaned.

Logan stood, faced the glass and shook his head.

“He can’t take any more, Trask. Don’t do this. The kid doesn’t deserve it.”

Trask acted almost apologetic, hands going out in a helpless gesture.

“Science must move forward,” Trask stated. “Sacrifices must be made.” Then the man’s face went hard and his hand went to the little box with the blasted button. “And you know what will happen if you don’t take the injection or need I remind you?”

“No! I don’t need reminding!” Desperation seeped into Logan’s mind. He turned back to Kurt who crouched now, waiting for his doom with a stoic expression.

“Do you need an added incentive?” Trask asked. “Because I can give you one if needed.”

Logan whirled back to Trask trying to comprehend what the man meant.

“Or maybe it would be just as easy to incapacitate both of you long enough for the injection,” Trask continued. “I’m not sure which would be more interesting, but seeing you so torn, so unsure of yourself, Logan, gives me a great deal of satisfaction.”

“You are one sick son-of-a-bitch,” Logan growled. “What’s this really all about, Trask? Didn’t get your rocks off the first time, so you need a second go at it?”

A look crossed Trask’s face and for a moment, Logan expected the agonizing kiss of the collar, but it didn’t come, not yet anyway. But then a new sort of smile played on Trask’s mouth, that knowing look of someone who had the upper hand.

“You know, Logan, the boy is quite pretty in an alien sort of way. Perhaps some of my more adventurous men would like to entertain themselves with him.”

Logan leapt at the window, his claws snicking out and driving hard into glasglass. Through his rage he felt the collar go off, felt his vision going dark, but roared his defiance and struck again, this time almost slicing through the thick pane. But it held, obviously made to withstand a mutant’s attack. And the pain devoured his body, ate at his mind and drove him to his knees then to the floor.

He couldn’t give up. He couldn’t fail. Yet Logan knew he already had.

He writhed and roared and felt Kurt beside him trying to calm him so the agony would stop. Others entered the room. Logan smelled their scent and their fear. Guards dragged Kurt away from him and the techs were there stabbing the needle into his hip.

The agony lasted another moment, long enough for the guards and techs to exit the room then faded away. Momentary weakness coated Logan’s body. He lay listening to the whir of ventilation and the beating of his own heart. He smelled Kurt’s terror and felt the first stirring of forced arousal.

No. This couldn’t happen the same way. Not again.

With effort, Logan pushed up to his knees and shook the hair from his face, trying to clear his head and control his body’s imposed needs. He turned to Kurt and saw the kid flinch.

“Come here, elf,” Logan said with a motion of his head. “We’ve got to talk fast before it’s too late.”

Kurt hesitated then with a look of trust Logan didn’t deserve, Kurt hopped over and sat beside him.

The boy’s closeness sent Logan’s head whirling. He reached out and stroked Kurt’s arm, the feel of soft fur so sensual. Still, Kurt didn’t flinch though Logan sensed the tension in Kurt’s muscles.

“I’ve got an idea. I don’t know if it will help, but it can’t be any worse than before.”

Kurt cocked his head to listen to Logan’s idea, eyes veiled in a pensive expression.

“Don’t fight me,” Logan said, in a low tone. “Don’t resist. Maybe I’ll react differently to the drug. Just try to relax and let it happen.”

“Let it happen,” Kurt whispered, gaze turning elsewhere and with a little shudder, he nodded his ascent.

Logan licked his dry lips. His hand roamed of it’s own accord, sliding up Kurt’s arm to his neck and into his hair.

Kurt didn’t resist, but he swallowed hard and sat very still.

Logan’s thoughts grew murky and his breath thickened. His fingers flexed in silky strands of hair and gri tig tighter, pulling Kurt forward onto his knees. Drawing Kurt to him, Logan held the boy close and still smelled fear. He smelled his own arousal and Kurt’s blood.

“It won’t be long, elf,” Logan said into Kurt’s ear, his voice husky with need. He nuzzled hair and ear and felt the boy’s warm furry body press against him. He turned Kurt’s face up to his and bent to kiss the boy’s lips. Kurt gave his demanding tongue entrance and the touch sparked a rush of desire down Logan’s spine and straight into his groin.

Kurt clung to Logan’s biceps and Logan held on to a handful of Kurt’s hair, his other hand stroking soft fur. The boy’s tail whipped back and forth in agitation.

Logan broke the kiss with difficulty and bent his forehead to Kurt’s. His breath came in labored pants, his chest aching from the effort to contain the need to something manageable.

“I don’t know...how much...longer I can...hold it back,” Logan said.
“Just...don’t try to break my arm this time,” Kurt replied breathlessly. “Okay?”

Kurt offered him a sickly grin. Logan admire the boy’s effort and returned the grin with a lopsided one of his own. Logan pulled back and grabbing one arm, forced Kurt to turn. The boy stiffened instantly, body tight with anticipation of pain.

Logan reached around and stroked Kurt’s chest and stomach, the fur soft against the palm of his hand. He leaned in close and drew Kurt up against him, back to chest.

“Before...that was your first time...having sex.”

Kurt nodded and laid his head back against Logan’s shoulder seeming to enjoy the feel of Logan’s hands on him. Logan stroked further down until he’d reached Kurt’s cock. It responded instantly to his touch, like any eighteen year old’s cock would and Kurt stiffened against him, on the verge of resistance.

“Don’t fight it...relax. This time should be...a little better. I promise you it’ll be better.”

“I trust you, Logan,” Kurt replied, his voice shaky, but he relaxed against Logan once again.

“Dammit, elf. I don’t know why.”

Kurt’s body responded eagerly to Logan’s manipulation and the boy’s breath came in gasps and moans. Logan turned Kurt’s face up to his and the kiss sparked passion, an almost uncontrollable need in Logan.

No! He’d do this for Kurt first. He’d keep his promise.

His kisses grew hard and demanding, but Kurt met them with a fierce need of his own. The boy’s fingers slid along Logan’s sides and hips, down his thighs and back up as if searching for purchase. And Kurt’s tail wrapped around them in an embrace.

Kurt gasped, bucked and came, but Logan continued stroking, determined to give Kurt all the pleasure he could muster. Then the boy collapsed against him, gasping for air around Logan’s mouth.

“Oh, god,” Kurt gasped. “Oh god.”

“Sorry to...rush you...elf. But things are gonna...get bad here...if we don’t move this along.”

Kurt came back to the moment with a jerk up, remembering where they were and the audience watching.

“Logan....” Kurt said, confusion and anguish filling his voice.

“It’s okay. We’re controllin’ this thing...this time. Now lean forward...onto your hands.”

Kurt obeyed though Logan sensed how shaken Kurt was by his own body’s reaction. Logan ran a hand down Kurt’s back. “Just try to relax.”

He spat into his hand though his mouelt elt like sandpaper and spread in onto his rock hard cock. He spat again onto his fingers and slid two into Kurt’s hole, no time for much foreplay. Kurt grunted and let out a whimper.

Logan felt the slickness of blood meet his fingers and cursed inwardly. “You’re still bleedin’.”

“Just...do it, Logan.” Kurt’s voice shook still, but beneath he heard an underlying determination.

The kid had courage, that was for damned sure.

Logan sucked in a deep breath, pulled Kurt’s tail aside and slowly fed his cock into Kurt’s ass.

His body pulsed with desire, the hot tight track squeezing him. The feeling consumed reason. Logan thrust, unable to hold back any longer. He wrapped an arm around Kurt’s waist, the other gripping one slim hip. A growl escaped him and he thrust harder, the drug taking full control of his senses.

The smell of sex and blood filled his nostrils till it lay metallic on his tongue. Ku fur fur caressed Logan’ighsighs in a silky sheet of sensuality. The boy’s head hung down, blue black hair obscuring features...obscuring pain.

Logan wanted to eat him alive.

His arm moved up to Kurt’s chest and dragged the boy up against him. Kurt cried out, but didn’t struggle. Logan forced Kurt’s face towards his and devoured a lush mouth.

Logan knew he was hurting Kurt, but couldn’t stop himself, tasted blood and wanted more. He heard the boy’s whimpers, but Kurt’s compliance was complete obedience to Logan’s needs.

Logan worked his mouth around to Kurt’s ear and whispered, “I’m sorry.”

Kurt said nothing, but Logan felt Kurt trying to comply with each movement of Logan’s thrusts.

He tried to think what to do to make this better for the kid. Shifting his thrust a little in experimentation, Logan felt Kurt respond, heard a breathless gasp of what sounded like surprised pleasure.

“Oh,” Kurt moaned.

Logan kept the angle, thrusting hard and let his hand slide down again to Kurt’s cock. He worked it and was rewarded with a firm response.

“That’s it, elf. Let’s go there together...this time.”

Their bodies were in sudden synchronization, rocking together like they had chosen to be in this position. That would have to be their best revenge for now.

Sensing Kurt coming, Logan rushed to meet him. Logalt llt like he was about to explode, so intense the orgasm. Electricity drove through his veins, rode his metales aes and almosied ied his brain. With groping hands, he clung to Kurt, sucking up the last lush moments of his ebbing orgasm, drawing kiss after kiss from the boy’s mouth.

Kurt finally collapsed against him and Logan slid to the floor with Kurt in his arms. He slipped out of Kurt and hugged the boy to him, gently stroking black hair. Kurt’s back was warm against his chest. Sweat dried on Logan’s back, sending a chill of dread down his spine.

What next and how much could the kid take? Logan needed time to think...time to plan, but his mind was still full of mush, his body still full of desire and need and regret.

Kurt shuddered and shivered and Logan thought it more likely from shock than cold.

What was going through Kurt’s mind right now?

“Well,” Trask said, voice sounding over the intercom. “That was quite a performance. You two could have a career in the porn industry.”

Kurt stiffened in Logan’s embrace and Logan uttered a low snarl.

“Creep,” he muttered.

“That was excellent manipulation of the drug, Logan,” Trask continued. “You couldn’t defeat it, but you did find a way to control it...with the demon’s eager compliance anyway.”

“Scumbag,” Kurt hissed through his teeth low enough for Logan’s ears only.

Logan pushed up to sit, drawing Kurt with him. He kept an arm around Kurt, still needing the feel of the boy c to to him. Kurt didn’t protest.

“How do you live with yourself?” Logan spat.

“I have no trouble whatsoever,” Trask replied. “And now I wonder what would happen if the dosage was increased. I think we’ll try that next.”

Kurt’s hand squeezed Logan’s arm hard and the boy leaned into him in exhaustion.

“Can’t you give it a rest? Let the kid recover some before sending me after him again.”

“That would be the compassionate thing to do,” Trask stated with a humored smile.

“But he is without compassion,” Kurt said, that exhaustion all the more evident. “He is without empathy.”

“You hit the nail on the head, kid,” Logan replied.

“Now----” Trask began, but stopped when one of those military thugs stepped up and caught his attention. Trask turned away from the window and Logan watched.

His mind was starting to clear even though his body still wanted more from him. Absently, he stroked Kurt’s hair and the need for this boy tried to rise up inside of hiain.ain.

“The drug...it’s still---” Kurt said.

“Yeah,” Logan said abruptly and stilled his hand, but he couldn’t make himself let go just yet. He needed Kurt’s close presence and he thought perhaps Kurt needed his.

“Well,” Trask said, turning back to them. “Looks like we won’t get to try the next injection just now. And we’ll have to find you a new mutant partner.”

Kurt went tense beside him and Logan felt a new dread thunder through his heart.

“What are you talking about, Trask?”

“Some high level officials have come for a visit and they’re wanting to see some results. They’ve been promised a vivisection. I’ve decided’re ’re too valuable right now, Logan, so that leaves the demon.”

Kurt gasped beside Logan and the boy’s grip tightened.

“No, Trask. He’s just a boy. You can’t do this. He doesn’t deserve to be dissected like some lab rat just because a bunch of government lowlifes hate mutants.”

“And...I think you’ll watch,” Trask added, ignoring Logan’s words.

Kurt’s terror was a tangible force now and Logan didn’t know how to comfort him. Ideas and plans cascaded through Logan’s brain and he grasped for some way to save them both. He glanced around and the only answer was their mutant powers, but how?

“At least give us a minute. The kid’s terrified.”

“As well he should be.” Trask’s tone was ominous.

“Logan!” Kurt sobbed.

“If you have one decent bone in your body, give us a minute to...to say goodbye,” Logan hissed through his teeth.

He waited with Kurt clinging to him. They were going to have to try something anyway even without----

“All right, Logan. Say your goodbyes. Even I will give a couple of mutants that.”

“You’re a real standup guy,” Logan muttered.

“Time is ticking.”

Logan pulled Kurt closer and pushed the hair from Kurt’s face. “Calm down, elf and listen to me,” he said in a low voice. “I need you hearin’ me.”

Kurt nodded, breath ragged, but the terror hadn’t left those beautiful eyes.

“This has to be fast if it’s gonna work. No guarantees, but it’s our only chance. If it works, you get us out of here pronto.”

Pres his his forehead to Kurt’s, Logan stroked a finger over Kurt’s len len lip and across the cheekbone. He let his fingers run under Kurt’s hair, hoping to obscure his intent.

Could his claws cut the metal without momentum? They had to chance it. If they didn’t, Kurt’s flesh would cut easily enough, a thought that sickened Logan to his soul. But he couldn’t let those monsters slowly dissect the boy. He’d give Kurt a quick death if he couldn’t give him freedom.

Logan positioned his hand and let his claws out. He felt them slide along Kurt’s neck and under the collar. The expected kiss of agoolteolted Logan and Kurt’s flinch told him he’d cut flesh. Logan snarled through gritted teeth, but brought the claws out with a sharp stroke. The metal held for one long horrible moment then gave with a slice of the collar.

“Now!” Logan hissed through the pain.

They teleported out of the room and into another. Logan no longer knew where he was, the agony devouring his mind, his sight going dark. “Again!” he yelled. “Try to get out---ahhhhhh!” The pain intensified as if Trask had turned a volume button up to maximum.

They “ported” again and slowly the pain faded away. A clear night sky full of bright stars greeted Logan’s eyes when he finally opened them again. He lay shivering on the ground with Kurt cradling his head, bent over him with such pain in his gaze, Logan closed his eyes again. He lay there trying to find his strength. Little by little, his sapped stamina came back to him, filling up his limbs, giving back his body. He reached up and caressed Kurt’s cheek and saw the strain there in the muscles of the boy’s face. Kurt swallowed hard and said something in German.

“What’s that, elf?” Logan asked.

“Just...thanking...I don’t know...God, I suppose.”

Logan extracted himself from Kurt’s hold and staggered up. He slid cla claws under his own collar and with effort cut through the metal. He yanked it off and saw Kurt trying to do the same with his own. Logan bent back the edges with sheer will and flung the thing onto the ground.

He reached down and helped Kurt to his feet. “You did it, elf. God had nothin’ to do with it.”

“I did it? You did it!” Kurt replied with a grin of giddy relief.

“We did it.” Logan pulled Kurt close and hugged him. “Now, you think you could do that again and get us a little further away from that place?”

Kurt looked up and saw what Logan saw, a fortress. Alarms were going off and spot lights searched the ground not far from them.

Meeting Logan’s gaze, Kurt said, “I can do that.” Kurt bent and picked up the collars, holding them as if they’d bite even now. “The Professor may want to examine these.”

“You are one smart kid,” Logan said and put his hand on Kurt’s arm.

They teleported again and the cover of trees hid them from the view of men like Trask.