Unchained Instinct ( Complete)
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X-Men - Animated Series (all) › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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91
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21,482
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76
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Chapter 68
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Chapter 68
Kurt stirred when Logan slowed and pulled into a parking lot. He shook off his fatigue and looked up at the little road side motel painted in faded pink and green. An old swimming pool had been filled in and now served as a patio of sorts. The structure seemed like something from another time, but the small yard was mowed and flowers bordered the walk.
The sun was still high in the afternoon sky as Logan climbed off the cycle, pulling off his helmet as he did so. Kurt did the same and stretched his aching back.
“Stay with the bike, elf,” Logan commanded in a lethal growl and stalked away.
“Yes, sir,” Kurt muttered.
Logan flung a scowl back at him and Kurt made a face, hoping to lighten up Logan’s mood.
Not a chance.
Logan’s scowl deepened and he shoved through the motel office door, bell jangling.
Kurt leaned against the bike, fighting off depression and futility.
What if he couldn’t get through to Logan? What if Logan really didn’t want him around?
Shaking his head, Kurt refused to believe that. Logan loved him...had said so many times. Logan’s fear was of hurting Kurt physically. But did Logan know how much his behavior was hurting Kurt emotionally?
The Professor had said Logan would try to get Kurt to leave with harsh words. Well, words weren’t going to work. He could be as stubborn as Logan and he was in the right. Logan needed him even if Logan didn’t think so.
Kurt crossed his arms and waited. Soon, Logan shoved back out the office door.
“Room on the end. Number 12.” He climbed on the bike, kicked it over and again sprayed gravel, leaving Kurt to walk to the end of the row of rooms.
Kurt stood there staring after, sniffing back the hurt and his rising anger then he strode down the sidewalk to room 12.
Logan was already bringing in his pack and Kurt grabbed his own. He pushed through the door to an air conditioned room, small, neat and clean...with two beds.
“You take that one, elf. I’ll take the one nearest the window.”
Another wave of emotional pain coursed through Kurt. “Since when are we sleeping in separate beds? We’ve been sleeping together for weeks now.”
Logan turned a hard cold expression on him. “Startin’ now. I don’t know how I’ll wake up...maybe from a nightmare or somethin’. I’m not gonna have you hurt by me.”
Kurt shook his head. “This is ridiculous, Logan. It was okay to sleep together two nights ago, but it’s not okay now? You are behaving irrationally.”
Logan moved around the bed, leaning in menacingly. “Take what I offer, elf or catch the next bus back to Bayville.”
Kurt swallowed hard, the lump in his throat ready to choke the breath from him. He blinked hard and turned away. A hand landed on his shoulder, turning him back.
“Elf....” Logan’s eyes were dark with pain.
Kurt shook his head again and twisted from Logan’s grasp.
Fatigue rolled over him again, dozing on the back of a motorcycle having nothing to do with real rest. If Logan left him while he was sleeping there was nothing Kurt could do about it for he needed sleep. He fell onto the bed, still fully clothed and curled up, pushing away his heartache and succumbing to sleep.
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Logan watched his lover turn away, his heart aching. The kid curled up like a tired pup and in spite of Logan’s treatment, fell asleep with his hologram still portraying a normal looking young man.
Yer hurting him, ya brute. Just as surely as if ya’d stuck yer claws in him and ripped out his heart, yer hurtin’ ‘im.
Confusion and doubt rolled through Logan like an earthquake, shaking the foundation of his soul. But he wasn’t ready to give in yet. Maybe he could still get the elf to head back home...give him some space and let him deal with this unchained monster inside of him.
The monster’s rage beat at Logan’s brain, pulled and tangled up his gut. If this thing inside him got out and Kurt was in the way.... Logan had no idea which way it’d go, what he was capable of with so little control within his grasp.
His fingers clenched into fists, his teeth gritting together. With an iron effort, Logan forced his fingers apart, forced his teeth to unclench and sat on the bed.
He sat there so long that darkness had come over the little motel on a state highway heading south by the time he shook himself out of his brooding trance.
The state roads made for easy riding, the road used by locals mostly, a few semi trucks delivering to rural towns. Logan liked the obscurity and landscape.
If only he and the elf were taking this trip on vacation instead of him running from himself and everybody else, the elf just trying to keep up with him.
Logan bowed his head and rubbed his face hard. Fatigue had finally caught up with him. He pulled off his boots and shoved up on the bed, staring up at the low ceiling.
His mind wouldn’t shut down though, memories haunting the edges of his consciousness. She was there, bright eyes and malevolent smile full of insolence and triumph...full of her signature sadism.
She’d have to be dealt with sometime. But sometime wasn’t now. First he had to face himself. First he had to get control of himself. Otherwise she’d won. She’d loosed the beast and Logan had to prove to her he could cage the animal once more. He had to prove it to himself....
Reaching over to the bedside table, Logan turned the lamp off, darkness enveloping the small room. He listened to his lover’s breathing; even, deep breaths of slumber. He sniffed the air and smelled his lover’s scent, longing for the touch of Kurt’s fur, the sleek muscled arm wrapped over his chest. He imagined Kurt’s tail languidly tapping the bed in sated satisfaction after they’d made love and those golden eyes radiating love and happiness.
The desire to climb out of this bed and crawl in beside Kurt nearly overwhelmed Logan, the beast trying to rise up inside of him. But he fought back the urge, fearing his own reckless behavior, fearing the power of his hands and the sharpness of his claws and that he might use them on the person he loved more than his own life.
Logan turned his back on the supine figure in the next bed and searched for the same unencumbered sleep that came so easily to the elf.
Chapter 68
Kurt stirred when Logan slowed and pulled into a parking lot. He shook off his fatigue and looked up at the little road side motel painted in faded pink and green. An old swimming pool had been filled in and now served as a patio of sorts. The structure seemed like something from another time, but the small yard was mowed and flowers bordered the walk.
The sun was still high in the afternoon sky as Logan climbed off the cycle, pulling off his helmet as he did so. Kurt did the same and stretched his aching back.
“Stay with the bike, elf,” Logan commanded in a lethal growl and stalked away.
“Yes, sir,” Kurt muttered.
Logan flung a scowl back at him and Kurt made a face, hoping to lighten up Logan’s mood.
Not a chance.
Logan’s scowl deepened and he shoved through the motel office door, bell jangling.
Kurt leaned against the bike, fighting off depression and futility.
What if he couldn’t get through to Logan? What if Logan really didn’t want him around?
Shaking his head, Kurt refused to believe that. Logan loved him...had said so many times. Logan’s fear was of hurting Kurt physically. But did Logan know how much his behavior was hurting Kurt emotionally?
The Professor had said Logan would try to get Kurt to leave with harsh words. Well, words weren’t going to work. He could be as stubborn as Logan and he was in the right. Logan needed him even if Logan didn’t think so.
Kurt crossed his arms and waited. Soon, Logan shoved back out the office door.
“Room on the end. Number 12.” He climbed on the bike, kicked it over and again sprayed gravel, leaving Kurt to walk to the end of the row of rooms.
Kurt stood there staring after, sniffing back the hurt and his rising anger then he strode down the sidewalk to room 12.
Logan was already bringing in his pack and Kurt grabbed his own. He pushed through the door to an air conditioned room, small, neat and clean...with two beds.
“You take that one, elf. I’ll take the one nearest the window.”
Another wave of emotional pain coursed through Kurt. “Since when are we sleeping in separate beds? We’ve been sleeping together for weeks now.”
Logan turned a hard cold expression on him. “Startin’ now. I don’t know how I’ll wake up...maybe from a nightmare or somethin’. I’m not gonna have you hurt by me.”
Kurt shook his head. “This is ridiculous, Logan. It was okay to sleep together two nights ago, but it’s not okay now? You are behaving irrationally.”
Logan moved around the bed, leaning in menacingly. “Take what I offer, elf or catch the next bus back to Bayville.”
Kurt swallowed hard, the lump in his throat ready to choke the breath from him. He blinked hard and turned away. A hand landed on his shoulder, turning him back.
“Elf....” Logan’s eyes were dark with pain.
Kurt shook his head again and twisted from Logan’s grasp.
Fatigue rolled over him again, dozing on the back of a motorcycle having nothing to do with real rest. If Logan left him while he was sleeping there was nothing Kurt could do about it for he needed sleep. He fell onto the bed, still fully clothed and curled up, pushing away his heartache and succumbing to sleep.
************************
Logan watched his lover turn away, his heart aching. The kid curled up like a tired pup and in spite of Logan’s treatment, fell asleep with his hologram still portraying a normal looking young man.
Yer hurting him, ya brute. Just as surely as if ya’d stuck yer claws in him and ripped out his heart, yer hurtin’ ‘im.
Confusion and doubt rolled through Logan like an earthquake, shaking the foundation of his soul. But he wasn’t ready to give in yet. Maybe he could still get the elf to head back home...give him some space and let him deal with this unchained monster inside of him.
The monster’s rage beat at Logan’s brain, pulled and tangled up his gut. If this thing inside him got out and Kurt was in the way.... Logan had no idea which way it’d go, what he was capable of with so little control within his grasp.
His fingers clenched into fists, his teeth gritting together. With an iron effort, Logan forced his fingers apart, forced his teeth to unclench and sat on the bed.
He sat there so long that darkness had come over the little motel on a state highway heading south by the time he shook himself out of his brooding trance.
The state roads made for easy riding, the road used by locals mostly, a few semi trucks delivering to rural towns. Logan liked the obscurity and landscape.
If only he and the elf were taking this trip on vacation instead of him running from himself and everybody else, the elf just trying to keep up with him.
Logan bowed his head and rubbed his face hard. Fatigue had finally caught up with him. He pulled off his boots and shoved up on the bed, staring up at the low ceiling.
His mind wouldn’t shut down though, memories haunting the edges of his consciousness. She was there, bright eyes and malevolent smile full of insolence and triumph...full of her signature sadism.
She’d have to be dealt with sometime. But sometime wasn’t now. First he had to face himself. First he had to get control of himself. Otherwise she’d won. She’d loosed the beast and Logan had to prove to her he could cage the animal once more. He had to prove it to himself....
Reaching over to the bedside table, Logan turned the lamp off, darkness enveloping the small room. He listened to his lover’s breathing; even, deep breaths of slumber. He sniffed the air and smelled his lover’s scent, longing for the touch of Kurt’s fur, the sleek muscled arm wrapped over his chest. He imagined Kurt’s tail languidly tapping the bed in sated satisfaction after they’d made love and those golden eyes radiating love and happiness.
The desire to climb out of this bed and crawl in beside Kurt nearly overwhelmed Logan, the beast trying to rise up inside of him. But he fought back the urge, fearing his own reckless behavior, fearing the power of his hands and the sharpness of his claws and that he might use them on the person he loved more than his own life.
Logan turned his back on the supine figure in the next bed and searched for the same unencumbered sleep that came so easily to the elf.