Unchained Instinct ( Complete)

Chapter 59

Hands stroking his fur and kneading his muscles drew Kurt up from sleep. He sniffed and pushed hair from his face, turning enough to see Logan beside him, bare skin glistening in the moonlight.

“Logan...what time is it? Are you all right? Did you have a nightmare?” Kurt reached out to Logan’s face and lips caught his fingers and kissed them.

“No nightmare.” Logan nuzzled Kurt’s neck, hand working under his shirt to stroke his chest. Fingers ran over one nipple and sent a tingle into his groin. “I was dreamin’,” Logan continued. “About bein’ inside you, makin’ ya scream my name.”

“Oh my, that’s quite a dream,” Kurt replied, sleep still pulling at him.

“It don’t gotta be a dream, baby. I want you, elf. I need you so bad.”

Kurt frowned in the darkness. Something still felt wrong about Logan’s behavior. Not that he wasn’t sexually aggressive much of the time, but the last few days Logan jerked and swayed between possessing him and pushing him away.

“Right now?”

Logan kissed along Kurt’s jaw and latched onto his lips. A hand caught the waistband of his pajama bottoms and pulled them down and off.

“Can ya think of a better time?” There was a rough edge to Logan’s voice, gravel raking against gravel. “It’s night. We’re in bed.”

Kurt let out a lame laugh. “Right. I’m still waking up is all.”

Logan pulled Kurt to him and leaned up over. Rough hands tugged his shirt up over his head and flung the garment on the floor.

“I’ll wake ya up, darlin’. I’ll wake ya up so good, you’ll pass out from it.”

Logan’s mouth and body covered Kurt, the kiss deep, tongue pushing for entry. Kurt complied, but still that lingering doubt raised it’s ugly head, tension bunching up his muscles.

“Relax, sweetheart,” Logan whispered into his ear. “Ya gotta unwind or this is gonna hurt. You know that. Relax, baby.”

Kurt took a deep breath and let it out, forcing the tension from his body. He shoved away his exhaustion and thought only of making Logan happy. Obviously, Logan needed to spend some pent up sexual energy and that was something Kurt could help with. He stroked his hands down Logan’s smooth back, cupping one butt cheek and squeezing.

Logan growled in his ear, kissing and nipping from tip to lobe. Kurt let his head fall back against the pillow while Logan kissed his neck and collar bone, along his jaw and back up to his mouth.
Logan’s mouth ground against his, more pain than pleasure and Kurt tried to turn his face just to catch a breath, but fingers wound in his hair and held him still.

“Ump...Logan,” Kurt gasped out, pushing at Logan’s shoulder. “You’re hurting....ump.”

The kisses didn’t ease up, only growing more frantic as if Logan couldn’t hold back. Without much ceremony, Logan pushed up and rolled Kurt over, cock already seeking Kurt’s hole.

“Logan!” Kurt reached over to the bedside table with his tail and opened a drawer, pulling out a tube and a condom package. “Don’t forget these,” he said with an edge to his voice and deposited them in Logan’s hand.

“How could I?” Logan replied and Kurt heard sarcasm in Logan’s tone. The sound of it, used on him, grated on Kurt’s nerves as if someone was rubbing his fur the wrong way.

“What’s that suppose to mean?” Kurt asked, pushing up to his elbows and turning enough to see Logan straddling him and rolling on the condom.

Logan looked up with narrowed eyes. “Don’t get yer fur in a twist, darlin’. I didn’t mean nothin’ by it.”

“And what’s with this dar----”

Logan pushed Kurt face down, reaching under him to lift his hips. “Now relax. I don’t want ya hurtin’ afterwards.”

Cool slick fingers slid inside Kurt, scissoring to stretch him. They slid out and Logan’s cock pushed at his hole, shoving in deep with one long stroke.

Kurt grunted, used to more foreplay than this, but Logan’s need seemed urgent. Logan’s cock pounded hard inside Kurt. He clutched at the bed covers and wrapped his tail around Logan’s waist, anchoring their movements.

But Logan wasn’t completely lost in his own needs. His angle of entry and exit stroked across Kurt’s prostate over and over again, compensating for the rough intercourse. Kurt moaned and rocked back against Logan’s thrusts, meeting the impact with a solid need of his own.

Logan came in a burst of frantic lunges, a growl of release hissing through clenched teeth. Breath heaving, Logan fell against Kurt’s back and forced him completely prostrate on the bed. Hands stroked over Kurt’s sides and over his hips. He turned his head to breath and Logan nuzzled his cheek and chin.

“Oh baby,” Logan murmured and pulled out, shoving off of Kurt to dispose of the condom.

Twinges of pain echoed like phantom noises along Kurt’s nerve endings and he lay there thinking of a phrase he’d once heard Sam use and knew it had a sexual connotation.

‘Wham bam, thank you, ma’am.’

Kurt pushed up to his elbows and leaned his chin on his knuckles, watching Logan clean himself up. The hard on he’d developed during the intercourse had disappeared with his concern over Logan’s behavior as well as his disappointment with getting no satisfaction of his own.

Anger rode on the back of his disappointment trying to stoke resentment and pettiness. Kurt took a deep breath and turned over, climbing from bed to retrieve his night clothes.

“What’cha doin’ that for?” Logan asked, rolling towards him and grabbing his arm. “Come on back to bed, baby.”

Kurt hesitated, resisting Logan’s tug on his arm. That disappointment stirred unreasoning defiance over Logan’s treatment of him.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Logan’s tone was conjoling now. “Didn’t get yer rocks off? I can fix that right now.”

“I wouldn’t want you to go to any trouble on my account,” Kurt replied, his eyes downcast.

Logan jerked him closer and onto the bed, leaning up over Kurt. “Shit,” Logan said. “Man, what a prick I am. It was great for me, but pretty lousy for you.”

Kurt stared up into Logan’s eyes, seeing a troubled expression on his lover’s face and something akin to shame.

“It’s all right, Logan.” Kurt reached up and ran his fingers over Logan’s cheek.

Logan turned his face and kissed Kurt’s fingers. “It’s not all right, elf. All I was thinkin’ about was my own cock and not much else. And sure not yer satisfaction.”

Kurt let his gaze fall and gave a shrug. “It seemed you were in great need.”

“Yeah,” Logan replied, bitterness now in his tone. “That was a pretty frantic display of no control. All I wanted ta do was fuck yer ass as hard as I could.”

“Glad I could be of service,” Kurt said.

Logan’s fingers gripped Kurt’s chin and forced him to look up. “I was rough with ya and you don’t need that from me,” Logan replied through clenched teeth.

“What do you want me to say?” Kurt asked, his own frustration getting the best of him. “I’m trying to understand...be understanding, but you won’t talk to me and I feel...useless to help you any other way.”

Logan’s grip tightened to almost painful. “What I don’t need is you sayin’ it’s okay for me to treat you like that...to use you for my own pleasure when yer gettin’ none.”

Kurt grabbed Logan’s wrist and wrenched it from his face, shoving up to his elbows. Logan rolled back, pushed off guard by Kurt’s sudden movement. “Of course, it’s not all right!” Kurt bent over Logan, his anger finally boiling to the surface. “And you know what?!” Logan’s eyebrows rose in a silent question. “I can take anything you can dish out!”

Logan said nothing, the silence building up around them, surrounding them like a tomb.

“Ya think so, elf?” Logan finally asked, his tone almost ominous.

Trepidation set off all Kurt’s warning bells, but he had no intension of backing down now. He had too much to lose if he lost Logan after everything they’d been through together.

Kurt bent and kissed Logan’s lips, making sure the touch was deep, taking command of the moment. He pulled back and gave Logan his most sensuous expression. Logan’s dark eyes sparked with fire, reflecting Kurt’s own and that eased his troubled thoughts for now.

“I know so,” Kurt offered in a low sultry voice. “And don’t you forget it.”

Logan stared up at him for one eternal moment then wrapped arms around him and pulled him down into a possessive embrace.

“I’m sorry, elf. I don’t want you to have to take what I dish out. You deserve better than that.” Logan’s hand ran down Kurt’s back, a gentle caress that seemed forced. “I can still make ya feel good, baby.”

The hand roamed down Kurt’s thigh and between his legs, gripping his cock and working him.
He let out a moan and licked dry lips. Logan’s mouth ran the length of Kurt’s neck, kissing and nibbling then up to his ear. A rumbled of a growl stirred from deep in Logan’s throat, like a wolf establishing his territory.

Kurt came quickly and he hadn’t realized how much he’d needed to do so. Relief washed over him as if he’d been holding back for centuries. His muscles relaxed and he lay back against the pillows, eyes closed and ready for sleep again.

But Logan had other ideas, rising up to roll on another condom. Kurt let out a sigh of resignation and pushed back the drowsiness.

Logan said nothing, just lifted Kurt’s legs up over his shoulders and plunged in, skewering Kurt to the hilt. He bit back a cry and choked on the pain.

“Logan!” he hissed, gripping Logan’s arms and squeezing.

Logan stared down at him and dark eyes glinted like obsidian, hard and cold and feral. Logan’s eyes closed and his breath rushed in and out in gasps. When those dark eyes opened again, pain and shame radiated out.

Bending down over him, Logan buried his face in Kurt’s neck, pulling him up and wrapping arms around him. Logan’s body shuddered and Kurt felt the vibration inside and out. He clutched at Logan, kissing his lover’s hair, hands stroking Logan’s back in gentle caresses.

“It’s all right, Logan,” Kurt murmured, seeking to calm and comfort. “I love you. Everything’s going to be all right.”

Another long shudder and Logan began to move, long slow strokes inside Kurt, gentle restrained movements. A lump lodged in Kurt’s throat and he swallowed hard. He kissed along Logan’s cheek and chin, caressed his lover’s hair.

Lips sought his and the kiss was a whisper of love against his mouth, tongue tasting his in a delicate dance.

Kurt met Logan’s thrusts and they rode out their love making with deliberate restraint. Logan came with another shudder of long slow thrusts, Kurt meeting each with renewed need.

After a while Logan pulled back, meeting Kurt’s gaze with an unreadable expression. Fingers reached down and stroked across Kurt’s cheek, along his chin and back through his hair. Dark eyes devoured him and Kurt felt caught in that gaze, unable to move or speak.

Finally, Logan bent and lay a kiss on Kurt’s mouth. Then he slowly pulled out, climbing off of Kurt and disposing of the condom.

Kurt pushed up to sit and watched Logan rise from the bed to stare out the balcony doors.

“Logan?”

“Go on back to sleep, elf,” Logan replied, voice empty of emotion.

Kurt bit his lower lip and with uncertainty climbed from bed. Padding over, Kurt slipped his arms around Logan from behind, kissing neck and shoulder.

“Come back to bed with me,” Kurt said. “I miss your arms around me.”
Logan’s hands moved over Kurt’s arms, stroking his fur. His head fell back and Kurt kissed earlobe and stubbled jaw.

“Yer too good to me, sweetheart. I don’t know how you put up with my crap.”

“I love you.”

Logan let out a huff of a breath, just short of a laugh. “Is that your reason for puttin’ up with me?”

“Hmmm. I suppose it is. When people love each other they put up with each other’s crap.”

“Even if that crap sometimes hurts?”

Kurt frowned in the darkness. “Even then.”

“I hurt ya while a go, didn’t I?” Logan asked.

Kurt let out a sigh. He could lie, but Logan would know better. “Yes, but it got better.”

Logan said nothing for a long while, his hand stroking Kurt’s arm. Kurt lay his cheek against Logan’s back, sucking in his lover’s warmth.

“What if it’s worse next time?” Logan asked, the question shattering the night silence.

“What do you mean?” Kurt replied.

Logan turned and gripped Kurt’s arms. “What if next time I can’t stop myself? What if I hurt ya real bad?”

Kurt stared in stunned silence then said, “you won’t. You wouldn’t.”

Logan pulled him closer, their faces only an inch apart. Teeth clenched and Logan’s jaw went rigid with suppressed emotion. “You don’t know that, elf. I’m tryin’ to be honest with ya. I’m tryin’ to warn ya, darlin’.”

That lump reappeared in Kurt’s throat, threatening to choke him. “You won’t hurt me, Logan. You have to believe that.”

Logan gave him a quick shake. “Look at your stomach. I slashed you with my claws thinkin’ you were Her. It could happen again.”

“It won’t! Stop saying that! You’re trying to scare me and I won’t let Her make me scared of you.” He held Logan’s gaze, determined to make his words ring true.

Finally, Logan’s hands dropped away and his eyes closed, the energy seeming to drain out of him.

“Okay,” Logan said, fingers running back through his hair. “You win tonight. I’m too tired for this fight.”

“It’s not a fight,” Kurt countered. “We’re having a...discussion. Now, lets go back to bed...please. I’m tired and I know you are too.”

“Yeah, tired,” Logan agreed and let Kurt lead him back to bed.