Memory Lane

Title: Payback's a...
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Someone's finally gettin' some...


I come to some time later, how much later is anyone's guess. I notice I'm back in Xavier's bed but I'm not quite sure exactly how I got here. I lift my head and look around. I should maybe try to convince myself that I'm not looking for him but why bother? I spot the man sitting near his desk with the gift I got him sitting open on his lap. His head is bowed in sleep, guess he must have dozed off waiting for me to wake up.
I sit up and slide off the bed quietly onto the floor. The position the man is in doesn't look particularly comfortable so I walk over to wake him up. I place a hand on his shoulder and give a firm squeeze.

"Chuck."

His eyes flutter and slowly open. He looks up at me and a smile that I can only describe as shy crosses his lips. I hear him sigh drowsily and he dips his head to rest his cheek against the hand I have on his shoulder. Good God, the man is trying to kill me.

"Are you alright, Logan?"

I clear my throat and gently pull back my hand. I shove it in my pocket, almost missing the look of disappointment that flickers across Xavier's face. He slowly closes the book and places in an open drawer of his dresser. I sigh and walk back over to the bed.

"I hit the floor like a back alley bitch, didn't I?"

There's a muffled outburst from the man as he turns to face me. "Whilst I would not have used such a...colorful...comparison, I must confess that occurrence was factual."

I groan and rub at the back of my neck. "Ya know, all the two dollar words ain't helpin' me right now. Think ya could dumb it down a tad?"

"I apologize Logan. I have a tendency to embellish my vocabulary when I find myself in an uncomfortable situation." The man now seems extremely interested in his hands.

"Do I make ya nervous, Chuck?"

I can feel a knot forming in my stomach. This thing is not going the way I thought it would. True, I wasn't expecting him to leap into my arms and confess his undying love or some sappy shit like that. Why am I even...fuck it...I know why I'm thinking this way. I want that. It might be damn near impossible but I want Xavier to feel even an ounce of what I do.
I want him to know the real reason I can't sleep. Why I spend most of the day walking around in a haze. Why one look from him could have me climbing the fucking walls in a desperate search for relief from the thrill invading my bones. How much I want him to be the one who gives me that relief. Of course, those things just aren't for me.
So instead, I sit silent on his bed like the chicken shit I am and wait for him to answer. I hear a long draw-out sigh and he drops his hands onto his lap.

"Why must you always think yourself unworthy Logan?"

His question catches me off-guard. I narrow my eyes and against my better judgment I growl in defense.

"Ya havin' fun rootin' around in my head old man?"

He straightens his back and a hard look comes to his eyes. "You know damn well that I would never do such a thing without your consent. I don't need telepathy to see the melancholy that is so painfully written in your eyes. I see it when you look at me. I can see it because I myself am very much acquainted with similar emotions. The guilt that comes from lusting after a direct subordinate. The constant temptation to manipulate his mind for my own selfish desires. I see in him everything that I am not and would give anything to experience the utter abandon with which he treats life."

Xavier's tone has me almost cowering and I grip the side of the mattress in a futile attempt to hold on. I can feel something tearing through the shields I had spent a lifetime erecting. Emotions I had buried and forgotten in another existence begin to seep through the cracks. The sudden taste of blood is in my mouth from where I sank the canines into my own tongue. I squeeze my eyes shut and bare my crimson-stained teeth.

"Goddamnit Chuck."

The savage I kept caged in the long suppressed region of my psyche is screaming for release. An angry buzz begins to build in my ears and I can feel my body spin into a zone. My vision starts to blur as the panic crashes headlong into the carnal impulses surging through my veins. I'm fighting for air and watch myself slide from the mattress to sink to my knees.
The professor is in front of me in an instant and grabs at my shoulders. At the moment of contact I feel something in my mind snap and a calm descends. I surge to my feet, scooping up the man into a bear hug against my chest. He doesn't manage to even get out a grunt before my mouth is crushing down on him. I feel his lips part in a small gasp and I damn near engulf his mouth. His taste invades my taste buds and I groan approvingly.

His hands thread into my hair and clamp on almost unbearably. I break the kiss and let loose a growl in a voice I haven't heard in so long. I see Xavier's eyes widen as the smell of lust thickens in the air. My eyes roll back and my eyelids flutter as I inhale the intoxicating scent. Jesus, I've missed that smell. My tongue darts out of my mouth for a taste. It's never been this good with a female.
I feel small puffs of air hit my face as Xavier pants in my arms. I steady my gaze on him. The pale skin is flushed and his eyes are the color of an angry sky over open waters. His slender fingers bite into my shoulders and I hiss at the tingle of pain. The man's eyes slant and he draws a strained breath.

"Oh God, Logan..."

I groan and twist around, tossing Xavier's prone body onto the bed. He hits with a slight bounce and a heartbeat later I'm lowering myself on top of him. I waste no time in ridding him of his constricting jacket with a well-placed swipe of my claws. The professor tries to manage a disapproving look, which I answer with a hungry grin.

"I know yaw got a million more jus' like it. No big loss."

I don't give him the option of uttering a retort as I claim his mouth in another kiss. This seems to chase away any objections and I feel his arms wrap around my waist. He works his fingers and manages to yank my shirt free from my jeans. Keeping my balance over the man I snake a hand down between us and assist him in pulling up my shirt. Reluctantly, I'm forced to interrupt my plunder of his oral cavity in order lift it off my torso. My head is still halfway trapped in the material when I feel hot, swollen lips attack my chest.
With an unneccesary show of force, I rip the cloth clean down the middle and fling aside the two halves. I drop my gaze down and watch the other man explore any area he can reach. The feel of warm lips, wet tongue and hard teeth soon has me on the verge of insanity. I give up on trying to quiet the sounds he has me making. I run my hands over a smooth scalp and come to rest on the back of his neck.
When I feel that unbelievable mouth clamp down on my nipple I lose it.

"Jesus! Fuck!"

The sudden over stimulation causes me to practically shove the other man away. My jeans feel like they've been shrink-wrapped on me and I lean heavily on my thighs as I attempt to steady myself. I hover over Xavier with one hand planted firmly on his chest and most of my weight supported on my badly shaking legs. Tremors are mercilessly wracking my body and it's taking everything I have to just remain upright.

I feel a brush of fingers against my cheek and I force my eyes open. The professor smiles and before I can wrap my mind around his suggestive look there's a hand stimulating me through my jeans. My breathing stutters and I automatically press further into the questing hand. The man uses this hold on me to guide me gently to the mattress until I'm right next to him.

"I have always had a notion you were...gifted." He breathes into my ear.

I shudder as more pressure is applied to my aching erection. The touch is no longer curious and grows braver with every pass. I can hear noises and realize that it's me making them; hard, desperate, wanton sounds. I'm never usually this vocal in bed but now I just can't seem to stop.

"Please..."

I'm not too proud to beg. At this point, I'd shine his shoes with my tongue if it meant getting him to-. I hear the grating sound of a zipper opening and then...then.

"Fuck yeah!"

I arch up helplessly into the firm hand that has wrapped itself around my shaft. The pace starts out lazy; easy strokes that serve to reduce me to a whimpering fool. My stomach muscles spasm and I can feel a gradual tightening start deep inside. My mouth is hanging open as I alternate between pants, moans and shameless babbling. Those lips are back, grazing the flesh at my neck and shoulder. Heated breath flows over my skin before I feel a sharp bite on my collarbone and I'm outta the game.
I cum with a loud swear, my back feeling like it's going to snap in two at any moment. Every nerve ending in my body is firing off. I claw at the bed, torn between wanting to get away and moving even closer. Exhausted, I land back on the bed with a careless crash. My body absolutely refuses to stop trembling as continuous aftershocks slam into me. I'm gulping in air but nothing seems to be helping. It's just been too damn long.

A reassuring hand falls on my arm and I turn my head to its owner. Xavier gives me a tender smile and presses a kiss to my forehead. With some extreme effort, I'm eventually able to find my voice.

"Chuck..."

"You needed it. Now it is time for you to rest."

I don’t resist the pull into his arms. I rest my head against his chest and throw a boneless arm across his stomach. His arms are wrapped around me and he works on soothing my still twitching body. I feel his fingers run over my scalp and a deep contented sound starts up in my chest. If I gave two shits about anything right now I would have half a mind to be embarrassed when I realize I'm purring.
As it is I'm just too damn tired. With a huge yawn I finally let myself drift off.
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When I next wake, I'm still wound around Xavier and my bladder is demanding attention. An almost gray light is visible through the curtains, which tells me dawn is near, bringing reality right on its heels. I glance at my human pillow and watch him sleeping. It seems like I'm staring at a completely different man. There's not a constant worry etched in every line on his face. The responsibility of an entire household of mutants isn't resting squarely in his corner.
That's what I didn't understand at the meeting. Like it or not, I'm his responsibility. Any action I make is seen as a direct reflection of his leadership quality. He's the one that has to give the answers when people come questioning. When the shit storm hits, this man is the one that's going to be standing right in the heart of it all.
I sigh as the realization hits me full force. The trouble I've probably thrown at this man and have never had to think anything of it. I'm the bad ass, the loner that needs no one and nothing except to have this man endure the brunt of scrutiny from each and every dickhead I've pissed off since the day I stepped through his door. I roll over onto my back and slowly bring myself up to a seated position. I lean over the side of the bed with my elbows on my knees and my head down.

I stay this way for a while before being reminded of my urgent business. As slowly as I can manage, I rise up from the bed and shuffle toward the bathroom. My pants are still undone from earlier so I shift them lower to do my thing. Once I’ve finished I reset my jeans and zip up. After washing I trudge back into the room with a stifled yawn.
Xavier is still exactly the way I left him. I can’t help but lean against the doorframe to the bathroom and take in the way he’s splayed out on the bed. Just watching him has my jeans feeling snug again. Maybe I should have left them open. I push away from the wall and advance quietly on the slumbering form of the professor. Poor guy never even got his shoes off. Guess the polite thing to do would be to remove them.
I crouch down and untie the laces so there's less chance of me waking him when I slip them off. The damn things are always so highly polished, I nearly blind myself as I work them off his feet. I set the shoes aside and straighten; standing between his slightly parted knees. I look down at him; you know, I've never found it comfortable to sleep with a buttoned up shirt on. I place one knee next to his thigh so I can lean in to unbutton his white dress shirt and pull it open. That's better.
After that's accomplished I start to crawl back to the edge of the bed but stop right at the edge of his dark blue slacks. Who the hell has ever accused me of being a polite guy anyway? I slide my leg back off the bed and sink to the floor on my knees. With gentle fingers, I work the clasp of his pants loose and ease down the zipper. The noise stirs Xavier in his sleep and I freeze. He settles after a few seconds and his breathing evens back out. I let out the breath I was holding and continue my task.

The two sides of his slacks are pulled apart to reveal a pair of dark boxers. Shit, I forgot not everyone walks around bare ass under their pants. An idea strikes me and as mutely as I can handle, I slide out a lone claw. I use a finger to guide my movement and gradually slice away the elastic band of his underwear. I'll probably get in some trouble for that but I doubt the man hold it against me for long.
I part the shreds of cloth to reveal Xavier's semi-hard member resting against his lower belly. The guy is a decent size. This tells me that the man indeed has feeling this far down at least. The distinct scent of musk hits my nostrils and I impulsively take a deep sniff. He smells clean and warm. I flick my gaze up at his face before bending down and running my tongue over the firm flesh.
This gets me an instant reaction as his upper body twitches, hard. That's enough of a jerk to rouse him from his sleep and I watch his eyes open slowly. With a grin I again lap at the warm phallus. This time his eyes fly wide and a hand collides with the side of my head. I hear him gasp when I take the tip into my mouth and press my tongue against the slit.

"Logan! Dear God what are you doing?"

I chuckle and pull off him. "Think it's pretty obvious." I try to go back to what I was doing but he stops me with a tug of my hair.

"You don't have to..."

I yank free of his hold. "Shut up and enjoy it Chuck."

I know he's going to try and argue but I take the choice away from him by engulfing his entire length in one move. Payback's a bitch. The fingers in my hair tighten painfully and his torso arches off the mattress. I close my eyes and concentrate on working my throat around his cock. My efforts are rewarded with a loud moan followed closely by a whispered expletive. God but I love having this kind of muscle control.
I slide a hand over his belly feeling the muscles spasm and quiver. I take a deep breath through my nose and clamp my throat down on his prick as I pull back slowly. I hear Xavier shout and I quickly swallow him back down. The fine hairs on his stomach tickle my nose.

"Oh sweet mercy, Logan. What you're doing is wonderful."

I smile around my mouthful and begin expertly bobbing my head. It pays to be as old as I am when it comes to these sorts of things. I listen to the sounds Chuck is making and decide to up the antey. I start lightly running my teeth over the head on every upstroke. I look up to gauge his reaction and see him whip his head from side to side, choked cries coming every few seconds.
Christ, he looks so fucking beautiful right now. I reach down and massage my own hard on through a thin layer of worn denim. Quickly, I tear open my jeans and free my throbbing erection. I moan around the dick in my mouth at the rush of relief. The unexpected vibration does something to Xavier and he props himself up on his elbows to stare down at me with dark, glimmering eyes. A hand comes down and grabs my sideburns, forcing me to look up at him.

"Stop fucking around. It's been way too long for me." He hisses through clenched teeth.

The sudden switch catches me by surprise and I'm too stunned to move for a second. Apparently, this is one second too long and the man grabs a handful of my hair and forces my head back down. I'm unprepared and instantly start gagging. Above me, the professor grunts and falls back on the bed. I adjust after a moment and pick up my rhythm again. Tears burn my eyes but I blink them away.
I wrap a hand around my own cock and start a vicious pace. I shudder and moan as my climax builds rapidly. The heat starts at the base of my spine and spreads like wildfire through my entire system. I vaguely register Xavier's strained groan before a salty wave of seed shoots down my throat. I swallow quickly in order to avoid choking. Not a split-second later I feel my body collapse and I release the professor to throw my head back with an unrestrained roar.

I crumple to the floor in a heap as my orgasm ebbs away. A cold string of semen trails down my chin and chest but I'm too sated to care. I stay here for a long stretch as my healing factor plays catch up. I listen to Chuck's labored breathing with a satisified smile knowing I'm the reason for it. I turn my head to look at the window and see a faint sliver of orange shining through one of the panes of glass. Daylight has broke.
I don't really get a chance to enjoy the scene though as a bright beam of red blasts the heavy wooden door to Xavier's room off it's hinges. As I watch splinters of wood fly in front of my eyes I grimace. Shit, I forgot not everyone's room is soundproof.

MWAH, HA, HA HA!
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