In Fear of Three Little Words

Hey! I'm back. Thought I was done? WRONG!! Kurt has a few more issues to deal with before I move on to the next story...sequel actually.

rAgE thanks for the review. You gave me some very warm fuzzy feelings. Sorry to mislead you into believing this was the end, but I have all kinds of excuses for not posting sooner from a very ill mother-in-law to having a nasty bug that's kept me down. Oh, and finishing these last two chapters. YES, LAST two chapters.

Warconq --- ARGH!!!!!!!!!!! I must be an idiot or something. I'd kick my own ass if I was more limber and didn't have such a low pain threshold. THE TAIL!!!! Of course. I hope that I have more than made up for my tail transgression in this chapter. My husband is always saying humans should have prehensile tails. So I don't know where my mind was when I was writing all those lovely sex scenes and not utilizing Kurt's wonderful tail more. Thanks for pointing it out so I could, at least, fix that in this chapter.

Enjoy!!!! I hope it was worth the wait.


Chapter 61

Logan woke with the sound of rummaging coming from the kitchen and soft grumbling in German. He heard the popping sound Kurt made when he teleported and the smell of sulphur wafted in with the mild ocean breeze. Climbing from bed, Logan pulled on sweat pants and strolled into the kitchen.

Kurt was standing on the counter, peering into an upper cabinet. His grumbles continued and Logan thought he heard the words peanut butter and starving among the lesser recognizable words.

“What’ya doin’?”

Kurt gave a startled jump and landed on the wall over the sink, clinging like a big blue spider, except for the tail whipping back and forth in agitation. Gold eyes wide, Kurt stared at him then offered him a sheepish grin. A moment later, Kurt stood before him, close enough to make Logan flinch back and another waft of sulphur filled the kitchen.

“You startled me,” Kurt stated with hands on hips.

“Pay backs are hell, kid,” Logan replied. “You’ve startled me so many times, I don’t know why my hair hasn’t gone white.”

Kurt grinned again and leaned in for a kiss. Logan wrapped his arms around his lover’s warm body, drawing in Kurt’s scent with a deep breath. He let the breath out with a sighing growl, the kiss deepening until Kurt pushed back for air.

“So what are you doin’?” Logan repeated.

“Looking for peanut butter. How can they call this a stocked kitchen when there is no peanut butter?” Kurt asked, quite serious in his query.

“I can’t imagine, elf,” Logan said, trying to suppress sarcasm. “Some people just don’t know how important peanut butter is to the average teenager’s diet, I guess.”

Kurt raised an eyebrow. “You are making fun of me. I’m starving and all you can do is make fun of me.”

Logan rolled his eyes with a groan and reached for the coffee pot. “There’s ham and turkey in the fridge if yer that hungry. It’ll hold ya over till we can get showers. I thought we could ride down to the Lobster Shak again.” He looked at the brew that had been sitting on the burner for hours with a critical eye then gave a shrug, pouring a cup and taking a big swig.

Kurt held out his own cup and Logan poured. Giving the coffee the same scrutiny, Kurt looked up at Logan and said, “we could make a fresh pot, you know.”

They grinned at each other and said, “nah.” in unison.

They sat at the table and Logan watched Kurt make a sandwich, ham and cheese and mayo on wheat.

“Yes, let’s go to the Lobster Shak,” Kurt replied, stuffing a big bite of ham sandwich into his mouth. He chewed then swallowed it down with a gulp of bad coffee. “I think I would like to try the crab legs today.”

“Glad to see this ocean air is wakin’ up that dormant appetite of yours.”

A frown creased Kurt’s brow and he looked away. “I ”
”

Logan leaned forward, realizing he’d touched a tender spot. “You just seem to be enjoying the process more lately. That’s all I’m sayin’.”

Kurt nodded and returned to his sandwich, more thoughtful than before. Logan reached over and drew a hand along Kurt’s face. “Hey, do we need to take another beach walk to get rid of the melancholy? Yours this time?”

Kurt smiled at that. “I’m fine. Go take a shower.”

Logan stood and ran a hand through Kurt’s hair. He bent to kiss soft lips and he felt Kurt sigh and relax.

Eyes opened and glistened a warm amber. “Why don’t I join you?”

Logan covered his surprise and drew Kurt up from the chair.

So far this trip had been more than Logan had dared hope for. Even if they didn’t accomplish everything, they were well on their way to normal intimacy again.

“Two in the shower is always better than one,” Logan softly growled into Kurt’s ear.

Kurt grabbed Logan by the arm and “ported” them into the bathroom.

Logan recovered with a shake of his head. “Could ya give a guy a little warnin’ before doin’ that, elf?”

“Sorry.” But Kurt didn’t look sorry at all, too eager to strip off his sweat pants and turn on the shower.

The shower’s spray beat down on them, quickly soaking Logan’s body and wetting Kurt’s fur. Kurt turned his face up to the spray and let the water wash back his black hair.

Logan couldn’t resist. He pulled Kurt into his arms and planted a kiss on Kurt’s wet mouth and those luscious lips returned the kiss with the same demanding passion.

Hands groped at Logan’s body, tail sliding easily along his back and buttocks. He groaned into Kurt’s mouth and sucked on his lover’s tongue. Beneath his own hands, Kurt’s wet fur was silky soft. Pulling Kurt closer with a hand cupping Kurt’s ass, Logan ground his hard cock against his lover’s. Kurt let out a moan and moved against him.

Logan worked his mouth around to Kurt’s ear and Kurt tilted his head and allowed Logan access to his neck. Fingers brushed through Logan’s hair and Kurt maneuvered them, pushing Logan against the shower wall and kissing Logan’s neck in return, teeth lightly grazing, lips sucking.

Logan knew he shouldn’t be surprised by Kurt’s new found assertiveness. All along, all Logan had needed to do was unlock the door and Kurt’s own desires would open up that part of him.

Did he feel threatened by this new found aggression within his lover?

Somewhere in the back of Logan’s mind, he mulled over the question while his body enjoyed Kurt’s advances.

A lesser man, less secure in his own masculinity might have had a problem, but Logan had never doubted himself and had no intentions of starting now.

An evil smile tugged at Logan’s mouth, his own aggressions rising up inside of him. With a quick maneuver of his own, Logan turned them and pressed Kurt back against the shower wall, pushing for dominance again.

Kurt’s gaze met his with mischief dancing in those amber eyes. An eyebrow rose, a challenge for control, perhaps. Yet, Kurt tilted his head again and let Logan kiss his shoulder and neck

A hand slid down Logan’s chest and stomach, fingers reaching to stroke his aching cock.. Prehensile tail moved to cup his balls and fondle them with a knowing touch.

Logan restrained the de toe to take a bite out of Kurt, instead reaching up to turn his lover’s face to his for another round of kisses.

He slid hin han hand down Kurt’s body and grasped Kurt’s cock, working it as Kurt worked his.

They groaned into each other’s mouths, tongues dueling and Logan felt Kurt’s cock hardening, on the verge of orgasm. And his own cock throbbed, ready to spew forth his own cum at any second.

They ground their bodies against each other, more hindrance than help and Kurt bucked against Logan’s hand and came hard. Logan was right behind , a growl hissing through clenched teeth as his orgaorgasm pulsed out of him. Kurt’s tail gave Logan’s balls one last gentle squeeze and Logan thought he’d pass out from the sensations pouring through his body.

The kisses slowed, breaths coming hard and ragged. Kurt nuzzled against him, a feeling of satiation and peace rolling over Logan.

Kurt opened his eyes, his gaze languid and a smile played on his mouth, one that Logan hoped would never disappeared again.

“The water is getting cool,” Kurt said. “We’d better wash.”

“Yeah,” Logan agreed. But instead of washing, he leaned his forehead against Kurt’s and sighed.

Kurt traced Logan’s face with a loving caress and reached to kiss him once again.

Finally, they washed and climbed out with the last of the hot water swirling down the drain.

Logan began drying off and turned to see Kurt reaching for a towel. He had to hold back a laugh for Kurt looked like a half-drowned cat and to prove Logan’s observation, Kurt shook all over beginning with his long hair and all the way down to his tail and feet, flinging water all over the bathroom.

Throwing up the towel in self defense, Logan waited out the barrage then lowered the towel to scowl at his lover.

Kurt turned an apologetic expression to Logan. “Sorry. It’s involuntary sometimes.”

“Well, you can involuntarily clean up the bathroom when we get done here.”

Kurt grumbled something in German.

“What’s that?” Logan snapped with a glare.

Glaring back, Kurt mumbled, “nothing. I’ll clean up the bathroom.”

“That’s what I thought you said.”

“Tyrant.”

“Brat.”

“Bully.”

“Tart.”

Kurt gave Logan a startled expression. “Tart?” The tone sounded as sour as the word.

Logan stopped rubbing the towel over his hair. Without realizing, he knew he had triggered a memory. And by the look on Kurt’s face, it wasn’t a good one.

“Yeah, somebody who----”

“I know what it means,” Kurt snapped. “It means slut...or whore...or bitch.”

“Hey, that’s not what I meant, elf. It was a joke. We were jokin’ around and obviously I said the wrong thing. I didn’t mean nothin’ bad by it.”

Kurt’s expression went blank, eyes staring into the not so far off past. An expression of anguish turned the blank stare into a mask of pain and humiliation.

“Kurt.” Logan reached out, but Kurt avoided his grasp with ease, backing away and bumping into the tub.

Cassie’s words came back in a rush of memory, that Kurt might want intimacy one moment then recoil from it the next.

“He...he called me that...slut...whore. As though raping me wasn’t enough...he had to humiliate me that way as well.”

“I know,” Logan said, his voice going gentle. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, sweetheart. It was a bad joke.” He moved closer as if trying not to spook a small animal. “I didn’t know it would hit you like that. I’d never hurt you. I got careless...I...I almost forgot for a minute there. Things were goin’ so good between us.”

Kurt sat abruptly on the edge of the tub and rubbed his face, fingers running back through his tangle of hair.

“Then I have to go and have some...stupid flashback,” Kurt said in self reprimand, voice edged with bitterness. He shook his head and looked small and fragile again...cracked and on the verge of shattering. “I hate this, Logan.”

“I hate it too, elf,” Logan said and sat on the closed toilet seat, leaning forward in an attempt to comfort Kurt. “What Sabertooth did to ya...it was terrible and words are as hurtful sometimes as actions.”

Kurt shook his head again. “That’s not what I’m talking about. I hate it that I took what you said wrong. That innocent words conjure those terrible memories so readily.” Kurt looked up then and still the anguish lay deep in that gaze. “That I’d not know better than to think you’d say something or mean something hurtful. It puts walls up between us that I don’t want there...yet I keep conjuring them at any provocation.”

Logan reached out again and this time, Kurt allowed Logan’s touch, a caress of the shoulder and hair.

“I’m sorry,” Kurt said. “I’m sorry to ruin such a pleasant shower with my emotional...uh.... What do they call it? Luggage?”

Logan suppressed a snort of a laugh. “Baggage. It’s called baggage.”

“Oh...yeah. Baggage then.”

“We all have baggage, elf,” Logan said, brushing a hand along Kurt’s cheek and pushing damp strands of hair from Kurt’s face. “Yours is heavier than most, but gonngonna help you with it. And I’ll be more careful of my words.”

Kurt grabbed Logan’s hand and held it against his chest. “But I don’t want you to have to be careful with me. I want us to be like we were before.”

Logan’s heart ached for Kurt’s loss, for the pain and the memories Kurt would have to live with the rest of his life. “But we can’t go back to where we were, baby.” Logan knelt down in front of Kurt and gently gathered Kurt into his arms. “I wish we could. I wish we could have done things differently. Somehow kept this from happening.”

Kurt clung to him and Logan felt the tension slowly drain from Kurt’s body, easing out with each breath taken and released. Finally, Kurt pushed back and his Adams apple worked hard for a swallow.

“Why do you put up with me?” Kurt asked with a deprecating shrug.

Logan let out a chuckle. “Cause yer the only one who’s willin’ to put up with me. Why else?”

Kurt returned the laugh, light and a little sad. “Okay. I’d better start blow drying my fur or we’ll be here all afternoon.” Kurt drew a finger down Logan’s cheek and along his jaw. “And you will shave. You are looking too menacing for the general public.”

“People stay out of our way when I look menacing,” Logan countered.

“Just shave...for me, please.”

“For you? I’ll do anything for you, elf.”

“Be careful what you say...I may just hold you to that,” Kurt replied with a sly grin.

An hour later they were on the bike, heading up the coast to the Lobster Shak.

Logan watched Kurt, keeping his scrutinizing observation carefully casual. He looked for signs of more flashbacks, fearing one ill chosen word might set off an avalanche of memories better off forgotten.

He still wanted to kick himself for getting careless. He had known the slurs Sabertooth had growled into Kurt’s ear while raping him. Logan had heard them with his own ears, had seen how humiliated and sickened Kurt had been by this verbal abuse as well as the physical.

Yet, he’d let down his guard in a moment of playfulness and had set off the horrible memories with one stupid word.

Logan ate his lobster while Kurt devoured plate after plate of crab legs, cracking the shells with strong fingers and sucking out the meat with a relish that brought a smile to Logan’s lips. He wanted to reached over and kiss the melted butter from Kurt’s mouth right here in the restaurant, but restrained himself for the sake of the other paying customers.

Later. They had another night together. Another night for making love...if he hadn’t already ruined everything for them.

“Oh, I think I’m stuffed,” Kurt said, sitting back with a smile on his face, the holographic image hiding the real Kurt in a pleasant enough way.

“Ya think so, elf? You’ve had what? Four...five plates of legs?”

“There weren’t that many on a plate,” Kurt countered.

“Not ta mention the rolls and slaw and fries that came with it.”

“I’m a growing boy.”

Logan leaned in close and dropped his voice to a suggestive tone. “I don’t see no boy where I’m lookin’.”

Kurt’s expression turned pleased and he deliberately licked his mouth, letting the tip of his tongue linger over his top lip.

Logan let out a low growl. “Do you have any idea how sexy that is?”

A coy smile pulled at the corner of Kurt’s mouth, teasingly sweet.

Logan sat back and put up a hand, pointing a finger at Kurt. “There are words for this...but I’m not goin’ there. Huh uh, I’m not fallin’ into that trap again.”

Kurt tilted his head and shot up one eyebrow. A foot slid up Logan’s leg and nudged his crotch. “I think the words are cock tease. Am I right?”

Logan shifted away from the stimulus of Kurt’s foot and put up both hands this time like a shield before him. “You said it. Not me.”

Kurt let out a laugh and Logan’s heart lightened a bit of its burden.

Maybe things were okay between them. Maybe things would turn out all right.

Kurt rose with an easy step and cleared their trays from the table. Together, they walked out to the bike and when Kurt made to get on behind, Logan shook his head.

“Your turn to drive, kid. Take us for a ride.”

Kurt’s face lit up. “Really? You’re going to let me drive your bike?”

“I told ya before, I don’t make offers I don’t mean.”

“Cool!” Kurt snapped on his helmet and climbed in front of Logan.

“Now, just back ‘er up slowly and don’t make too tight a turn, turnin’ around.”

“I know how to ride, Logan,” Kurt replied. “Now shut up and let me drive.”

“I hope I don’t regret this,” Logan mumbled.

“I heard that.”

“Good. I wanted ya to hear.”

Kurt pulled out onto the road, keeping the speed low until they hit the ocean highway. With a skill born of practice and natural intuition, Kurt opened up the throttle and let the engine whout out running through the gears to sixty as smooth as Logan could have done himself.

He gave Kurt’s shoulder a squeeze then slid his hands down to around Kurt’s waist, enjoying the ocean view and the wind in his face.

They stopped along the way at roadside shops, buying trinket necklaces and bracelets for the girls and novelty knickknacks for the guys.

“Amara will love this,” Kurt exclaimed holding up a necklace with a pendant in the shape of a flame. “And this one for Kitty.” He displayed an elegant cat silhouette hanging from a silver chain.

Logan gave a nod of appreciation. “Nice.”

Packages stowed in the baggage compartment, Kurt turned the bike back towards the cottage with
Logan keeping an easy grip on Kurt’s waist.

A damp chill had set in with the setting sun as they pulled into the drive and Kurt parked the bike right where Logan had left it.

“Not a scratch on it,” Kurt said with pride.

“Pretty good, elf.” Logan nodded with satisfaction. “You’re almost as good at handling that bike as Rogue.”

Kurt frowned. “Rogue. I’m as good as she is.”

“I don’t know. She’s pretty hard to beat.”

Kurt bared his teeth at Logan and pulled off his helmet. “Well then, you should let me drive home tomorrow so I can practice.”

Logan pulled off his own helmet. “Touche`, elf. You’ve got me on that one.”

“Cool! I can’t wait to tell the others that I drove your bike.”

“Don’t give ‘em any ideas,” Logan groaned. “They’ll all be expectin’ to drive it.”

Kurt looped his arm through Logan’s and headed them towards the cottage door. “Well, they can expect all they want, but I have an advantage that I’m not too proud to exploit.”

It was Logan’s turn to arch a brow, expecting Kurt to exult in his position as Logan’s lover.

Kurt offered up a triumphant grin. “I know where you hide the keys.”

**********

They spent the early evening sitting on the patio, bundled up in sweaters and watched the waves wash up on the shore. Dark clouds rolled in and Logan eyed them with cautious optimism that the clouds would scatter by the next morning’s ride back in land.

As rain began to fall, Logan raced to cover the bike and his cautious optimism turned to mud in the face of the Spring thunderstorm.

Kurt had lit the fire by the time Logan managed to get back inside, his hair plastered to his neck and clothes clinging to his body unpleasantly.

“Well, you look like a drowned rat,” Kurt said with a grin.

“Thanks.” Logan stripped off his shirt. “Next time you can cover the bike and we’ll see who looks like a drowned rat.”

Kurt bared his teeth at Logan until Logan began shucking off his jeans and a moment later, Kurt’s tongue slid out to touch his top lip and a sigh of breath escaped.

Kurt disappeared then reappeared almost instantly, towel in hand and proceeded to dry Logan’s back, running the towel down over his buttocks and legs.

“Better be careful, elf. I might just get used to this personal attention,” Logan said and turned around to allow Kurt to dry his front side all the way down to his ankles.

“Personal attention is my motto,” Kurt replied and leaned in to kiss Logan’s hip.

Logan reached to caress Kurt’s hair. “Turn off that image inducer, will ya?”

Kurt looked up at him with pretty blue eyes and an innocent boy expression. “As you command.”

The pale skin flickered to deep blue fur and the dark hair turned even darker, a hue of indigo shimmering in the silky strands. Five fingers turned to three and the body elongated and shifted. Kurt’s tail appeared and unwrapped itself from around his waist where he kept it safely within the confines of his holographic image. The appendage swayed behind Kurt then reached around and ran, with a sensual touch, down Logan’s leg.

Logan’s heart skipped in a way he couldn’t remember ever feeling before Kurt had become his everything.

A low growl rumbled in his throat and the blue eyes turned to amber gleamed up at him with heat radiating out.

Hands and tongue and tail caressed Logan’s body, kisses tickling his stomach and thighs. He felt Kurt’s tail stroking his ass and reach between his legs to fondle his balls and cock.

Lips sucked on his hip again and teeth lightly grazed one ass cheek.

Logan closed his eyes and swayed where he stood, his body soaking up the sensations flowing over his skin, tingling in his groin.

The touch faded away and Logan opened his eyes with disappointment, his cock already throbbing hard with need.

But Kurt stood before him, pulling off his clothing then sank to the rug before the flickering fire and held out a hand to him.

Logan raised an eyebrow in surprise. Kurt’s adventurous nature was showing itself again. They had always made love in bed, probably because of how they’d been forced to have sex the first two times on a cold stone floor. Logan was glad to see Kurt’s assertiveness rising and allowing them to overcome that self-imposed rule.

Kurt tugged him down and the heat of the fire caressed Logan’s back and drove off the chill while outside their little piece of heaven lightening shot across the sky and thunder rumbled like a bass drum.

Kurt lay back and pulled Logan down beside him, not a word spoken. Nothing needed saying for they had come to know each other in a way only few ever did. In spite of the pain of their first encounter, in spite of their mutual and separate ordeals, they wanted each other, wanted love and comfort and passion.

Logan saw all those things in Kurt’s gaze and he bent to soft lips and kissed until Kurt opened his mouth against Logan’s and the passion rose up and bound them one to the other.

Again, Kurt’s hands and tail roamed over Logan’s body, touching all the sensual places and places he never dreamed would invoke passion in him. Kurt’s tail stroked his hole, penetrating then stroking again.

He groaned into Kurt’s mouth and reached to gently stroke the base of Kurt’s tail.

Kurt ground his cock against Logan’s, both of them hard and pulsing. A moan escaped Kurt and his head fell back, allowing Logan to kiss the slender neck and shoulder and reach up to lick Kurt’s ear from tip to lobe. Another moan escape and Logan tried to balance thought with desire, calculation with need.

He wanted to abandon himself to the throes of passion, yet feared the wrong move or touch, the wrong word murmured in distraction.

As though Kurt sensed his hesitation, Kurt turned his face and opened his eyes, catching Logan in that golden gaze. Fingers caressed his face, tracing Logan’s jaw and cheek. A smile touched Kurt’s lips.

“I love you, Logan. Don’t hesitate. Don’t think. Just love me.”

Logan gazed down and emotion overwhelmed him. He swallowed hard and took a ragged breath.

“Sweetheart,” he whispered. “God, I love you.”

Kurt’s smile faded and for a brief moment, Kurt’s gaze took on a far off glaze, brow creasing in thought.

“Elf?”

Kurt pushed up to his elbows and Logan moved to allow Kurt room to rise. A sinking feeling bottomed out in the pit of his stomach.

Where did everything go wrong?

“Elf?” he said again.

“I’ll...be right back,” Kurt replied, his expression unreadable.

Kurt disappeared with a pop and a whiff of sulphur and Logan let out a growl of frustration.

What had he done wrong? What had he said?

He ran his fingers back through his hair and let his head drop in defeat.

Then Kurt was back, a sliver of a smile giving Logan hope that not all was lost. In his hands was a couple of condom packets and the tube of lubrication.

Logan let out a sigh of relief.

Okay. Things were all right.

Yet, Kurt stared down at the items in his hands, finger sliding over the packet, deep in thought again.

Logan almost feared touching Kurt, but gathered the courage and reached to caress his lover’s shoulder and arm, stroking the fur in what he hoped was a soothing manner.

Kurt looked up, startled out of his contemplation. Yellows eyes blinked once, twice then again.

Revelation struck Logan like a fist in the face.

“You don’t have to do this, elf? Nobody’s pushin’.”

Kurt didn’t reply, his gaze latching onto Logan’s and Logan felt Kurt drawing strength from him with just that gaze, their souls linked now, their hearts beating in synchronization.

Kurt held out his hand, palm opening and offered the condoms and tube to Logan. “It’s time. Time to take back my life and not let others decide what I will do. I have...I must...not let him...Sabertooth...control my life.” Kurt had trouble swallowing. “Help me, Logan,” he choked out. “Help me take back something of what I’ve lost. I may not find all that I’ve lost, but at least, this would be mine...ours...again.”

Logan hesitated then stroked his palm over Kurt’s and took the items. “Yer sure this is what you want? Yer sure yer ready?”

Kurt offered him a shrug. “I won’t know till we try.”

Logan blew out a held breath and nodded.

Lying back on the rug, Kurt looked up at him with expectation. “I want to do it this way...so I can see you and know it’s you.”

“Here? On the floor?”

Kurt gave a little nod. “Yes, here. It’s...romantic here in front of the fireplace with the storm crashing outside and us making passionate love.” Kurt grinned as if he knew just how cliche`d he sounded.

“Ya want a pillow,” Logan asked, realizing he was delaying.

With a shake of the head Kurt said, “no, I’m fine. Now stop making excuses. Don’t you want to make love to me?”

Logan blew out another breath. “Ooh, yeah,” Logan said. He stared down at Kurt, the elfin features a mixture of alien beauty and youthful enthusiasm. He stroked his hands over Kurt’s thighs admiring the primal strength covered by the silky feel of sensual fur.

“You’ll tell me if ya wanna stop,” Logan stated. “Right?”

“Yes. You’ll know. I promise you’ll know if I want to stop,” Kurt replied, his tone starting to sound impatient.

Kurt finally reached for him, drawing Logan down beside him once more. Kurt rolled to his side and with the turn of the head, Kurt beckoned Logan to him. Logan smeared lubrication onto his fingers then nestled along Kurt’s side only to find Kurt’s tail hindering his objective.

Logan leaned over Kurt and kissed the soft down cheek. “Yer gonna have to move yer tail, elf. It’s bein’ a little overprotective.”

A startled expression flicked across Kurt’s face, turning sheepish when he realized his tail was tightly wrapped around one leg, covering his hole almost aggressively.

“Sorry.” The tail moved, unwrapping then with a twitch, lay across Kurt’s hip. It continued to tap the floor in an agitated gesture, but remained out of the way.

“It’s okay, baby. Perfectly natural.”

Kurt reached up with a hand and tugged Logan down by his hair. The kiss that followed was desperate, a diversion from Logan’s intent and Logan took the opportunity offered and stroked his lubed fingers across Kurt’s hole, massaging gently.

Still, he felt Kurt shiver and shudder, their kiss deepening as if Kurt could mine enough passion from their kisses to stave off the memories and panic brought on by Logan’s touch.

Logan got lost in the passion of Kurt’s kisses for a moment and slid a finger in deep. Kurt instantly stiffened bringing Logan back to the now.

“Relax, sweetheart,” Logan murmured against Kurt’s mouth. He kept his finger inside that tight hole and didn’t move, waiting to feel Kurt relax. “Like ya told me. Relax.”

“I’m trying.” Kurt took a deep ragged breath and let it out. “Give me...a moment.”

Logan felt the muscles loosen slightly and Kurt gave a nod. He pulled his finger out and stroked the hole once again.

“Did it hurt?” he asked and placed a kiss on Kurt’s jaw.

With a shake of the head, Kurt said, “not really hurt. Just...you know...just a reaction. Do it again.”

Logan stroked his finger once more over Kurt’s hole and slid his finger in deeper this time. Kurt sucked in a breath and let it out in a rush.

“Ya okay?” Logan asked. “Ya want me to stop?”

“Move...please. Slowly.”

Logan obeyed yet he felt Kurt’s body in conflict with itself, one moment relaxing the next so tight he thought Kurt would snap in two.

He murmured soothing words into Kurt’s ear, lightly kissing his lover’s neck. Again, Kurt turned his face to Logan’s and the strain there on that beautiful face made Logan’s heart ache. He bent to kiss soft lips as his finger stroked in and out.

“Relax,” he murmured and slid a second finger into Kurt.

“Oh,” Kurt moaned, breath hard against Logan’s lips. Fingers gripped Logan’s hair, flexing and holding on.

Soon Kurt relaxed and the movement came easier. But Logan wanted more than just compliance from Kurt. He wanted to hear Kurt’s ecstacy, the sound of his lover’s pleasure. Changing his angle, he sought not just to loosen Kurt up, but to find the prostate and send Kurt into orbit.

The next stroke in hit its target and the gasping moan from Kurt made Logan smile.

“Is that it, baby?”

Kurt nodded frantically and moaned again with the stroke of his prostate on the way back out.

“Yer doin’ real good, elf.”

Kurt’s mouth pulled into a lopsided grin and Logan kissed that corner of a smile.

“Logan?”

Logan nuzzled Kurt’s neck and kisthe the tip of one pointed ear. “Hmmm?”

“I...I...think I’m...ready.”

Logan drew back and looked down on his lover, searching for doubt, searching for fear. He found both in the crease between Kurt’s eyebrows and the eyes glistening with trepidation. Yet this was Kurt’s call...Kurt’s decision and Logan wouldn’t second guess him.

He gave a nod and pushed up to sit, drawing his fingers out of Kurt and moving to put on a condom.

Kurt rolled to his back and watched him, amber eyes taking in every move and Logan felt as though Kurt was searching deep inside both their souls. He felt a tugging inside himself and Logan couldn’t put a name to the feeling pounding in his chest.

Logan gazed down and all he wanted was to drive away the devil lurking in his lover’s eyes. With a tender touch he slid his hands under Kurt’s buttocks and lifted, Kurt’s legs easily sliding over Logan’s shoulders.

Kurt’s eyes instinctively closed, the crease of the brow returning. Already Kurt’s features reflected the edges of resistence and a panicky quick breath sounded on the verge of an anxiety attack.

Kurt’s hands balled into fists, laid out on either side of his body as if his wrists were chained to the floor.

“Elf,” Logan said, his voice firm, but gentle.

Kurt’s eyes popped open and stared up at Logan as if reliving the rape. Yet, he didn’t say the word, didn’t beg Logan to stop this before it got started. Taking a long slow breath, Kurt let it out and some of the panic eased away.

“Keep your eyes open,” Logan said. “At least at first. Watch me. Remember it’s me. Not Sabertooth. Anyway, I don’t stink nearly as much as he does.”

That brought a pained huff of a laugh from Kurt and the facial muscles relaxed a bit.

“And open your fists. Let’s not strain any muscles. Okay?”

Kurt grinned. “Okay.”

“Good. Yer doin’ fine.”

“I’m doing lousy, but let’s get on with it before I “port” us someplace embarrassing by accident in a fit of panic.”

“You wouldn’t do that...would ya?”

Kurt shrugged with a playful expression. Logan saw a spark catch in Kurt’s eyes and felt that lovely prehensile tail stroke over his ass and along the inside of his thigh.

“You better be kiddin’,” Logan muttered and moved closer, pulling Kurt to him as he did so.

Kurt’s limber, long legged body made this position easy for them. Logan snuggled up close and eased his hard cock to Kurt’s opening. With a glance down Logan saw Kurt’s cock had gone flaccid, the anxiety and fear of the coming penetration obviously not very conducive to passion.

He shoved away his own doubts and slowly fed his cock into Kurt’s ass.

Kurt instantly stiffened, eyes shutting tight and fists clenching again.

“Elf.” Logan’s body screamed for him to slam inside and take this tight hot passage in one long quick stroke. He sucked in a breath and resisted his instinct’s desires. “Look...at me, baby. Open yer eyes...and look at me.”

Kurt obeyed with difficultly.

“Tell me...if ya wanna stop. Tell me now,” Logan said, his teeth clenched tight in self-control.

“No! Dddon’t stop!” Kurt’s head fell back against the floor and a sob escaped him. “Take me now!”

Need overrode Logan’s fear, instincts finally taking control. He shoved in the rest of the way and prayed they hadn’t just made a mistake that might cost them a lifetime of regret.

Logan gripped hips and buttocks and held his position deep inside Kurt. The elf stared into Logan’s eyes like he was Kurt’s only lifeline. Hands reached up and gripped Logan’s arms and ran along hides,des, as if Kurt was assuring himself that Logan was real and not Sabertooth in disguise.

Bending low, Logan balanced Kurt’s body and drew Kurt’s head up, their mouths meeting in a desperate kiss. Kurt’s fingers dug into Logan’s biceps, clinging to him.

“I love you, baby,” Logan murmured. “It’s gonna be okay, sweetheart.”

“I...love you too,” Kurt replied and lay back again against the rug.

With a slow deliberate stroke, Logan pulled out and shoved back in.

He watched Kurt’s face and saw only pain. Months had passed since he’d penetrated Kurt and Logan felt clumsy and out of practice. Letting out a frustrated growl, Logan moved, picking up a rhythm finally. His body demanded he abandon all to the moment while his mind kept a tight reign of control. And Logan didn’t know which would come out the victor in the end.

Kurt panted beneath him, the elf’s body finally loosening up, grip no longer that of an iron vice. But still Logan detected nothing more than tolerance and Kurt’s cock still lay limp against his stomach.

He shifted his angle and shoved in again, praying to gods he didn’t believe in that he’d successfully hit Kurt’s prostate and maybe get Kurt’s mind off the past and memories of rape.

A gasping moan escaped Kurt’s lips and his hips rose and met Logan’s thrust for the first time.

“Oh yeah, baby,” Logan said. “We’re on our way.”

Smiling up at him, a look of relief and pleasure finally crossed Kurt’s face, replacing pain and fear. They drove against each other and Kurt closed his eyes and allowed his body to enjoy itself.

Kurt’s cock stirred and began to harden and Logan ached to make Kurt come with Logan deep inside him. But his own hands were busy elsewhere.

“Hey sweetheart.”

Kurt opened his eyes and that golden gaze was full of heat and desire.

“Stroke yerself...for me.”

Kurt arched an eyebrow and a sexy smile pulled at that sensual mouth. With a slow sensuous caress of his hands down his body, Kurt gripped his own cock and began to stroke. His other hand cupped his balls and fondled all the while keeping up the rhythm of their lovemaking.

“Oh god, baby,” Logan gasped. “I wanna eat yp.” p.”

Kurt’s sexy smile turned sly and Logan felt Kurt’s tail once again stroking his ass, sliding between his legs to gently penetrate his hole or squeeze his balls with a firm knowing touch.

He drove hard into Kurt, his body finally winning the battle over his mind. Contrary to his fear, Kurt met his driving thrust with enthusiasm, whimpering moans of pleasure music to Logan’s soul.

Together they rode hard and long that fine line of ecstacy, dancing the dance they had cto lto love so well.

Logan felt a swell of triumphant thunder through his heart.

They could do this. They could beat those sons-of-bitches that tried to destroy their lives.

And when he got his hands on Sabertooth....

Logan shook off that dark thought. His desire for revenge had no place here between him and Kurt.

Opening his eyes, Logan found Kurt gazing up at him, taking in their every movement, every thrust, every caress. He bent down and stole a kiss from Kurt’s mouth and felt the hardness of his lover’s cock against his stomach.

“Come for me, baby,” he growled.

Kurt’s eyes widened at the command then languidly closed, head thrown back and he stroked himself as if trying to meet Logan’s demand. Kurt’s tongue darted out to wet dry lips, the tip sliding along the upper lip in a delicate ballet.

Logan growled again at the sight of this blatant sensuousness and pushed back up to thrust forward.
He drove into Kurt, abandoning caution and Kurt cried out, not in pain, but in the same abandonment to pleasure.

Kurt’s muscles suddenly tightened around Logan’s cock and another cry escaped him. Bucking h Kur Kurt came in a wash of hot cum shooting across Logan’s stomach and in return Logan felt his own orgasm throb through his body, thrumming in his blood and vibrating in his bones.

A howl rose up out of Logan, mournful yet jubilant, like the sound of a lone wolf no longer alone.

Kurt was his once more and no one elses...his mate...his lover...his life.

He bent over Kurt again and possessed his lover’s mouth, tongue seeking its mates. Kurt met his demanding mouth with demands of his own, fingers sliding into Logan’s hair and dragging him closer.

Finally, Kurt relaxed back against the rug, breath slowing back to normal and Logan hovered above then reluctantly pulled out, disposing of the condom in a nearby trash can. Grabbing the discarded towel he wiped them clean.

Logan slid down and pulled Kurt into his arms, kissing forehead and temple, cheek and lips.

“How ya doin’? You okay?” Logan asked.

Kurt gave a slow nod and Kurt sighed as if a great weight had been lifted off of him. Golden eyes turned up to gaze at Logan, shining in the firelight like yellow diamonds with an expression Logan had come to love.

Adoration, satiation and a dreamy contentment glowed in that amber gaze, something Logan had feared he’d never see again after all Kurt had suffered. But there it was, a look of abiding love and a fire unquenchable even by tragedy and pain.

Kurt nuzzled against him, hands caressing Logan’s chest, kisses lightly placed at shoulder and neck.
“I love you, Logan,” Kurt whispered. “So much...I love you.”

Not so long ago, Logan had been afraid of those three little words, had feared their utterance so much he had run from them. Now those same three words meant everything to him when they came from Kurt’s mouth.

Logan pressed a kiss to Kurt’s temple and sent a thankful prayer out, hoping maybe somebody was out there, somewhere to hear it...someone who understood he’d learned the lesson, had accepted the gift Kurt had so easily given and he had so adamantly denied until it was nearly too late.

“I love you too, elf. More than life...I love you.”