Unchained Instinct ( Complete)

Chapter 4


Anger washed over Kurt and a strange sense of helplessness at the thought of Mystique’s sudden interference in his life. Yet, hadn’t there been a time not so long ago that he had wanted Mystique to care about him...that he was her son?

Yes. But he had gotten beyond that desire for she had proven just how much she hadn’t cared about him or Rogue or anyone else. She had helped Apocalypse rise from his long imprisonment and the world would have paid dearly if he had succeeded in activating the dormant X gene in the human population. So many people would have died. How Mystique justified the deaths of so many so mutants could dominate the world, he’d likely never understand.

Darkness laced Mystique’s soul. Why and how that had come to be, was just another mystery Kurt would probably never be privy to.

All he knew now was that it was too late for him to start caring about Mystique now. And too late for her to try to influence his life when she had given up that right so long ago.

Around him, Kurt felt the others rising from their seats and making their way out of the Professor’s office. Jean put a comforting hand on his arm and patted gently. Even Scott, who’s fear for the Institute’s reputation was on the verge of being realized, was being kind to him with a squeeze of his arm in encouragement.

Logan’s arm around his waist offered comfort and support, guiding him out of the room as if he were an invalid. Kurt glanced up and tried for a smile.

Logan raised a skeptical eyebrow at him. “Don’t even bother sayin’ yer fine, sweetheart. Cause I know different.”

“That may be, but I’m not crippled either,” Kurt said, his fake smile turning to a scowl. He wanted to lash out at someone, but the person he wanted to scream at wasn’t here. “So stop treating me like I am.”

Logan dropped his hand from Kurt’s waist and let out a low growl. “What the hell am I suppose to do then, elf? Pretend your momma didn’t just threaten to do everything she could to break us up?”

Kurt’s hands balled into fists, his anger impotent and bitter to taste. “She can try all she likes, but that doesn’t mean she’ll succeed. I don’t intend to let her. Do you?”

“Did I say I was gonna let her?” Logan shot back.

“Gentlemen.” Cassie’s voice interrupted Kurt’s and Logan’s impromptu and senseless argument, one that bordered on the ridiculous. “What exactly are you arguing about? And why?”

Kurt turned to stare at his therapist, this little woman with the flashing blue eyes and the rational tone that made him feel like an idiot suddenly.

Logan had turned to her as well and a grin pulled at his mouth in spite of his best effort to do otherwise. “Hell if I know what or why we’re arguing. Mystique would get a real kick out of it though.”

Kurt bowed his head and ran his fingers back through his hair. A headache was coming on fast and hard and for the first time in weeks he wanted an Ativan for a sharp peak in his anxiety level. “I’m...sorry, Logan,” Kurt offered, reaching out and laying a hand on Logan’s arm. “I don’t mean to take my anger out on you. I just want Mystique to go away and never come back.”

Logan leaned against the wall and pulled Kurt into the fold of his arm. “Yeah, I’d like to make her go away permanently myself. But she’s here now and she’s in our faces. We’ll just have to deal with that. We’ve dealt with worse.”

“Kurt, we need to talk about this, don’t you think? About your family...and Mystique?” Cassie asked in her therapist tone.

Kurt let out a sigh and bowed his head. “Yeah, I guess so. Not that there hasn’t been enough issues to deal with.”

“I know,” she said and put a comforting hand on his arm. “How about Monday? Our usual time?”

Kurt gave her a nod.

“Good. Now, since you two are talking rationally to each other again, I’ll leave you to your own devices. I need another glass of wine anyway. Do have a nice evening.”

Kurt watched the petite woman walk away down the corridor and he smiled at how easily she had gotten them to stop fighting with a few well placed sentences.”

“What were we fighting about?” Logan asked, nuzzling Kurt’s hair and kissing him just behind the ear.

“We weren’t really fighting,” Kurt said, his body responding to Logan’s touch. “We...were...just...ummm, frustrated. Logan...stop that. I can’t think when you do that.”

Logan turned Kurt in his arms and a hand traced the line of Kurt’s jaw. “I know what we need and we’re not gonna find it here tonight.”

Kurt let a sly grin play on his face. “What is it that you think we need? And where would we find it?”

“What we need,” Logan said, pulling Kurt close for a kiss. “Is a little personal time. Just you and me...before your parents get here. And I know a place a few miles away that’s a lot less...crowded...with no prying minds.”

Kurt let out a sighing breath. That’s what he needed to calm his anxiety...Logan to distract him from Mystique’s abrupt and unwanted appearance. “What are we waiting for? Let’s take the motorcycle.”

“I’d better tell Chuck we’re gonna be gone for the night. Don’t want ‘im sending out the troops lookin’ for us. Go pack a few thing and I’ll meet ya in the garage.”

Kurt raised a hand and stroked his finger over Logan’s lips. “I love you, Logan. I’ll never let Her come between us.”

Logan gave him a lopsided grin. “I love you too, elf. Don’t worry about Mystique. She can’t change what’s between us no matter how much she might want to.”

Kurt nodded then stepped back out of Logan’s arms and teleported to his room.

In moments he’d gathered all he needed into a backpack, not even bothering to change out of his nice new outfit and teleported to the garage. Logan pushed through the door a minute later with a less than pleased look on his face.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothin’.” Logan pulled on his helmet and Kurt reluctantly strapped on his own, punching on his image inducer.

“Really. What’s wrong, Logan?” Kurt swung up behind Logan and ran a hand down his lover’s arm.

Logan’s shoulders hunched with tension and Kurt reached up, massaging the hard tight muscles around Logan’s neck. “The Doc don’t think it’s a great idea for us to leave right now cause of Her.”

“But...we’re going anyway?”

Logan turned with a hard expression on his face, dark eyes glinting with the edges of anger. “He didn’t order us to stay if that’s what yer gettin’ at. I’m not lettin’ that bitch run my life and you’d better be prepared to do the same, elf. Cause if she starts runnin’ yer life now she’ll never stop.”

“I’m not afraid of her,” Kurt replied with heat. “We can handle her.”

That smile that Kurt loved, hardly more than a sliver, pulled at Logan’s mouth. “That’s what I like to hear, sweetheart. Like I said before, we’ve faced a lot worse than Her.”

“Then let’s go. I love riding at night.”

The garage door opened at the touch of a button and Logan roared out and down the drive. The gates opened before them and they were out on the open road and picking up speed.

The cool night air swept away anxiety and trepidation, the thrill of speed and his lover between his thighs sent a wave of excitement through Kurt. He stroked a hand over Logan’s leg then back up to the waist and held on when Logan opened the throttle and let the bike run through its gears.

Yet, the thought would not go away. Why? Why now? Why would Mystique care about him now?

Kurt shook his head, shaking off the webs of Mystique’s dark hold on his mind. He hugged Logan closer as they wheeled into a rustic looking inn’s parking lot. Behind the main building ranged a variety of cabins tucked deep into the acres of trees. Somewhere not far off Kurt heard a stream running fast.

Logan stopped outside the office door and turned off the cycle, kicking down the stand.

“Ya wanna wait out here, elf? It’ll only take a minute to register.”

“Sure. I’ll...watch the bike.” He watched Logan push through the door and disappear and pulled off his helmet. The cool of the spring evening descend on Kurt with a light wind. He listened to the calls of a few nights birds, a sudden chill, as if someone were watching him, stirring the fur on his neck.

Kurt whirled, staring into the darkness, that awful anxiety trying to get its nails into him again.

“Stop it,” he hissed to the darkness. “Leave me alone.” Turning to face forward again, Kurt watched the door, willing Logan to step out. By the time Logan did, Kurt had his anxiety under control again.

“Ya okay?” Logan asked with a touch on his face, somehow sensing his unease.

“I’m fine,” Kurt snapped defensively.

“Ookay,” Logan replied. “Let me know if ya wanna share.”

Kurt let out a sigh of frustration. “I’m fine...really. Did you get us a cabin?”

“Yeah.” Logan swung the key around on his finger and smirked. “All nice and private and made for two.”

“You’re so good to me,” Kurt said with a soft smile.

“Remember that, sweetheart.”

The small cabin was as rustic as the inn, clean and neat with fresh sheets and private bath. Kurt pulled off his backpack and wandered the room then turned back to find Logan there.

Logan reached for him and Kurt came, wrapping his arms around his lover, their mouths meeting in a needy, passionate kiss. They broke apart and Kurt ran a hand down Logan’s new shirt front and vest.

“I’m glad you didn’t change out of your new clothes,” Kurt purred.

Logan grinned. “Why’s that?”

Kurt raised one eyebrow. “I’m looking forward to taking them off of you.”

A low chuckle rumbled in Logan’s chest. “I’m all yours, sweetheart.” Logan put out his hands, offering himself.

Kurt put his hands on Logan’s chest and pushed him backwards into a nearby chair and Logan’s grinned broadened. Pushing the button on his image inducer, Kurt’s mundane disguise flickered away. Kurt offered Logan what he hoped was a seductive gaze and pulled off his jacket and flung it over onto the bed. Then without hesitation, Kurt straddled Logan and sat in his lap.

“Hmmm. I think I’m gonna like this.” Logan’s hands ran down Kurt’s sides and under his buttocks, cupping his ass and pulling him closer. Kurt wiggled, grinding his hardening cock against Logan’s “Oh, baby, you are hotter than the Sahara.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.” Leaning in, Kurt planted a kiss on Logan and felt lips part beneath his. Tongues touching, a thrill shot down Kurt’s body and into his groin. He groaned and ground against Logan even harder.

Pulling back, Kurt ran his hands down to the buttons on Logan’s vest and one by one, undid them. He brushed the cloth back off Logan’s shoulders and worked it off, flinging it onto the bed with his discarded coat.

Logan’s hands stroked Kurt’s thighs through his trousers, fingers moving to massage Kurt’s buttocks. Dark eyes warmed with the heat of foreplay and Kurt started at the neck and methodically worked Logan’s shirt open one button at a time. Sweeping back the fabric, Kurt bent to kiss the bare skin of Logan’s collar bone, his fingers tracing the sleek muscles to tweak a hard nipple.

A low groan rumbled out of Logan and Kurt looked up to see Logan’s eyes closed and head thrown back, obviously enjoying Kurt’s touch.

Kurt felt Logan’s cock growing harder and his own already throbbed with anticipation. But he didn’t want a slam bam quickie. Kurt wanted to make love all night and hoped to be sore by morning.

Cuddling closer against Logan’s now exposed chest, Kurt wound his fingers up into Logan’s hair and leaned in for another deep kiss. Logan’s fingers gripped a handful of Kurt’s hair in return and they held on to each other, mouths ravaging, tongues dueling.

They parted for breath and Kurt gasped and licked his lips. He ran his fingers through Logan’s hair and down along his lover’s neck and chin. Those wonderful lips pulled into a smile.

“My turn, elf.” Logan reached to deftly unbutton Kurt’s shirt, sliding it off of Kurt’s shoulders and down his arms. Kurt didn’t see where it landed and really didn’t care at the moment for Logan’s hands were on his chest, stroking his fur and nipples.

Then Logan pulled Kurt close again, lips catching his to duel and devour. Hands groped over Kurt’s body and he felt fingers plucking at the button and zipper of his trousers. He reached to do the same to Logan’s pants all without stopping their kiss.

A laugh tried to work its way up Kurt’s throat from deep inside him, amused by the feverishness of their mutual stripping of each other. But Logan caught him smiling and offered him a dubious gaze.

Without offering an explanation, Kurt pushed up off of Logan and shed his pants, letting them fall in a pool on the floor. He stepped out of them then went to his knees, hands reaching to pull Logan’s shoes off and socks. Next came Logan’s trousers and Kurt slithered up Logan’s body to pull the loosened fabric off with minimal help from his lover.

When Kurt looked up, his breath left him. Logan sat in the chair still, hard body gleaming in the dull light. With the quirk of a finger, Logan beckoned Kurt to him and Kurt came, once again straddling Logan’s lap.

Nothing lay between them now, bodies molded to each other. Kurt rocked his aching cock against Logan’s and he let his tail wander the length of his lover’s body, stroking satin skin.

Logan’s hold on him turned possessive and Kurt reveled in the feeling of being a part of this man, belonging to him as Logan belonged to Kurt.

Soul mates? Kurt didn’t know if he believed in such perfection...though he did believe in destiny. His and Logan’s love and mutual attraction was as close to perfect as Kurt needed. They were mates and that was enough for him, Mystique be damned.

Logan’s hands in his hair tightened and tilted Kurt’s head and Kurt let Logan’s mouth range over his neck, felt the nibble of teeth and the sweep of tongue just behind his ear. A shivering thrill spiked down his back and up again in the most delicious way.

Logan kissed his way along Kurt’s jaw line and around to Kurt’s mouth, tongue demanding entry and the taste of Logan washed over Kurt in a tidal wave of desire.

“Ya wanna do it like this, baby?” Logan asked, pulling back and laying a soft kiss at the corner of Kurt’s mouth.

“Yes,” Kurt sighed in return. “Please. I’ve been thinking about it...for awhile.”

Logan nuzzled Kurt’s chin. “I love your adventurous spirit, elf.”

Kurt gently kissed Logan’s mouth. “I love your gorgeous body, Logan.”

“Let’s give it a shot then.”

Kurt reached over to his backpack with his tail, unzipped it and pulled out the lubrication and a condom packet.

“And I love that tail of yours,” Logan added with a smirk.

“Comes in handy, doesn’t it?” Kurt replied with his own smirk.

“Everyone should have ‘em.” Logan’s hands ran over Kurt’s body again, stopping at his hips. “Ya know, elf. Ya still need to get loosened up.”

Kurt offered Logan a sheepish grin. “Oh yeah.”

“Come ‘ere.” Logan gripped Kurt’s arm and pulled him off then maneuvered him over Logan’s lap, face down.

“You won’t get tempted to spank me, will you?” Kurt didn’t like the thought of it. But this position made him feel he was about to be punished.

Logan bent low near Kurt’s ear. “Not unless ya want me to.”

Kurt sensed Logan was joking, but still turned a frown up to his lover.

“Okay,” Logan said, laying a gentle hand on Kurt’s ass and stroking the base of his tail and under. Just thought I’d check to see how kinky my sweetheart was.”

“Not that kinky, thank you very much.”

Logan chuckled and Kurt thought him enjoying Kurt’s subservient position just a little too much.
Yet, soon Kurt forgot about his position over Logan’s lap, the feel of his lover’s slick fingers pushing into him sending a mixture of messages to his brain.

He let out a breath and worked to relax his muscles, allowing Logan to prepare him for entry. With knowing fingers, Logan found his prostate and stroked across it, the messages clarifying to instant ecstacy.

Kurt moaned with the pleasure, his mind narrowing to one thin focused line of thought. He felt Logan push his legs apart and cup his balls from behind, kneading them gently. He moaned again and his cock wanted relief now.

“Logan,” he moaned. “Oh...please. Oh mein gott.”

“You likin’ that, baby?” Logan crooned to him.

“Oh....”

“I think maybe ya are.”

Kurt felt another finger added and a swell of pleasure rolled through him at the feeling of being filled up.

“Rock against me, sweetheart,” Logan urged. “We’ll take care of this little problem right now.”

Kurt obeyed, his cock finally getting some action. Logan’s fingers worked him from behind, his other hand stroking the base of Kurt’s tail. Kurt thought he’d explode from the intense stimulation.

“That’s it, baby, enjoy it,” Logan’s low growl of a voice sounded with encouragement and satisfaction.

The swell of orgasm came over Kurt too quickly and he rocked hard against Logan’s thigh and came. He gasped for breath and dug his fingers into Logan’s leg, gripping hard while wave after wave washed him in ecstacy.

Slowly, Kurt wound down and Logan pulled his fingers out and gently stroked his buttocks and thigh then up his back and back down.

Kurt let his head fall forward and he lay limp and momentarily sated.

“You okay, elf?”

Kurt nodded without lifting his head.

“Ya don’t think we’re done here, do ya?”

Kurt shook his head again without lifting.

“Good. Cause I’m not done with you yet.”

And with that, a slap came to his ass and Kurt jumped up and yelped. “Logan!”

“I couldn’t resist.”

Kurt leaned over, face close to Logan’s. “Next time, you’d better resist.”

“Well, that means there’ll be a next time. You couldn’t have hated it too much.”

Kurt gave Logan a fake growl and Logan grabbed him around the waist and pulled him down to Logan’s lap.

The kisses came again and the groping hands up and down his body. Kurt returned the favor, enjoying the feel of Logan’s muscles and soft skin, just as much as Logan seemed to enjoy the feel of Kurt’s fur and lighter build.

“Ride me, baby,” Logan growled into Kurt’s ear, nipping the lobe and running a tongue up to the tip to tickle.

“Whatever you want, Logan,” Kurt said, pulling back enough to meet his lover’s heated gaze. “Whatever you need, I am yours.”

“Feelin’s mutual, elf.” Logan kissed him hard once more then Kurt sat back and let Logan roll on the condom and smear on lubrication. “Ya ready?”

Kurt nodded and put his feet up on the chair rails and pushed up then with a little maneuvering and help from Logan he settled back down, Logan’s cock pushing at his hole. He leaned back and lowered himself little by little, adjusting to the mounting pressure and the angle as he pressed down.

A moan escaped him and a whimper then he sat flat against Logan’s lap, with Logan’s cock hilt deep inside of him.

“Easy, sweetheart. Relax. Give yourself time to adjust.” Logan’s voice soothed away the momentary disorientation and Kurt relaxed and felt his body slowly accepting this intrusion.

Kurt licked his dry lips and Logan’s hand on his back drew him closer till their foreheads met. Logan’s breath was thick in his throat, his teeth gritted together, barely controlling the urge to pump into Kurt before he was ready.

“I love you,” Kurt whispered, breathlessly.

“God, I love you too, elf. Oh god, I love you.”

Kurt caught Logan’s mouth with his own and felt the groan rush from Logan’s mouth into his.
Then he began to move, rocking against Logan using his feet on the chair rails to push up on.

A current flowed through them, from Kurt to Logan and back again, an electrical pulse of energy washing Kurt with a sensation beyond heaven and earth to describe. His mind floated and his body took control, sucking up each luscious movement, each deep slow kiss and the feel of Logan’s hands gliding over his body in wanting caresses.

He let his tail wander up and down Logan’s thighs and hips while his fingers wound through Logan’s hair and held his lover to him, pressed so close that two became one.

Logan groaned into Kurt’s mouth and they broke their kiss to gasp for breath. Lips kissed along Kurt’s jaw and cheek, tongue running up to the point of his ear and around. Kurt moaned with pleasure and offered his neck to Logan.

Restrained kisses and little nips sent a thrill down Kurt’s spine, his cock filling out again with the stimulation. He wiggled on Logan’s lap and felt his lover’s smile against his cheek.

Running his fingers over Logan’s chest, Kurt stroked hard nipples, rubbing them gently between his fingers. A rumble came from deep inside Logan and sent another thrill through Kurt’s body. He kissed Logan’s mouth once more then traced the line of jaw and the curve of neck, his lips gently working their way along Logan’s shoulder and collar bone then up the other side.

Locking on, Kurt sucked until he’d left a bruise on Logan’s neck that would disappear before they finished making love.

Logan’s hands slid down, cupping Kurt’s buttocks, urging him up and down, yet they both seemed to want to make the loving last, their movements slow and seductive, deep and penetrating. The passion was a permeation, seeping into the marrow of their bones, anchoring in their souls.

Kurt moaned with another wave of sensation rocketing through him and he swallowed hard, eyes half closed.

He leaned into Logan, kissing his lover’s neck and shoulder. Hands stroked his back and the base of his tail and a lightheaded giddiness swept over Kurt, filling his heart with a joy of unmeasurable depth.

Logan’s breath grew more ragged and Kurt sensed his lover close to the edge of orgasm. He rocked a little harder and sucked Logan’s neck again. Another groan slipped from Logan’s mouth and Kurt pressed his own to his lover’s lips, deepening the kiss in measured doses until he felt Logan’s body stiffening, hands sliding up into Kurt’s hair and holding on tight.

They rocked together in the chair, no frenzied thrusts, no hard pounding, just a slow building to the edge and over.

Kurt shivered all over from the strain of controlled passion, yet the depth of satisfaction was no less than their most furious love making.

“Oh baby,” Logan murmured, breath rasping and hot in his ear. “You’re so sexy...so beautiful.”

“Logan....” Kurt whispered in return, emotion almost overwhelming him. He clung to Logan with a desperation that frightened him.

“Easy sweetheart,” Logan’s voice soothed Kurt’s sudden anxiety. “Everything’s just fine.”

Kurt nodded and forced his hold to loosen. He pushed back and met Logan’s gaze. Love gleamed in Logan’s dark eyes, warm and inviting. Kurt saw the same joy he felt, but also concern for him.

A hand reached up, smoothing strands of hair from his face. “You okay, elf?”

Kurt nodded again. “It...was wunderbar.”

Logan smiled and nuzzled his hair and ear. “Yeah, it was. We’ll have to do it like this again.”

“Very soon,” Kurt replied with a smile of his own. With a wince, Kurt shifted his weight, grunting with sudden discomfort. Logan took him by the waist and helped him off.

“Don’t want ya gettin’ sore too soon,” Logan said, his smile turning into a smirking grin. “The night’s still young as the sayin’ goes.”

Arching an eyebrow, Kurt said, “hold that thought and I’ll be right back.”

Kurt teleported to the bathroom, quickly returning with a towel and a damp wash cloth. He wiped at the sticky cum on his fur then handed Logan the cloth to clean himself. After drying off, Kurt fell back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, his body still tingling with the excitement of sex.

Logan climbed on the bed and lay beside him, pulling him close. A hand languidly stroked Kurt’s fur, the feeling soothing Kurt, anxious thoughts lost in comfort and momentary satiation.