I Am the Hunted

Logan certainly needed sleep after that night. He was worn out. Magneto must want him pretty bad to be sending all these people to try and get him. 'I wonder what he's plannin', Logan thought to himself. He was tired and his ass was still healing from the action he'd been seeing in the last few days. He strode back into the mansion, which was silent because it was still pretty early to be up. It wasn't even 5:30 yet. He came to his room and opened the door and took what remained of his clothes off and trashed them. He fell into the bed naked and was fast asleep before he even had time to think.

When he awoke, he felt a lot better. The sleep had given his body the proper time to heal itself fully and he wasn't tired anymore. It was a little after noon and he didn't have hinghing scheduled with the students until 2, so he threw on some clothes and went to the shower because he hadn't felt like it last night. He smelled like sweat, woods, sex, and Piotr. His hair was a complete mess, even more unruly than it usually is. He turned the shower as hot as he could stand it and just stood in there for a few minutes, remebering how Kurt had fucked him there the other night. He smirked to himself, letting the hot water run over his muscular frame.

After he showered and smelled a lot better, he dressed and went down for some lunch. He was surprised at how hungry he had become as he downed almost 6 sandwiches and a couple of sodas. At 2 he worked in the Danger Room with the students, taking his mind, for the moment, off of what had happened last night. The session lasted over an hour and the students were all exhausted afterwards. 'Maybe I worked 'em a little too hard,' he thought, then the sudden sympathetic feeling left him and he was glad he'd worked the kids hard, they'd need it in the future.

Most of the kids showered and gathered to watch tv together, or went to their rooms afterwards. When dinnertime rolled around, Logan again ate for about 3 grown men and some of the kids looked at him funny. He just glared at them, not wanting anyone to find out what had been happening. 'None of their goddammed business anyway,' he thought. Then he looked at Kurt, who just gave him a toothy grin and proceeded to down his dinner. Kurt knew. Oh, he definitely knew. Logan finished up and sat there and listened to the conversations being held at the table. Mostly teenage stuff with some angst and sex mingled in. Not like he could blame them for the sex part.

He turned on the tv after the kids shuffled out and watched a bit of the news. Same old, same old, someone shot, someone kidnapped, economy in a downslide, so what else is new. He shut the tv off and went to his room. It was dark outside now and he could feel the familiar tingle starting in his gut. Someone was out there again. The kids were safely in the house either watching tv or in their rooms doing god-knows-what. He knew he'd have to safeguard the house again. As much as he tried to deny it, he did care for the students and he didn't want them getting involved in any thing like this. So he threw on an old flannel shirt and a pair of jeans and headed outside and set to searching the property again.

He could smell and sense a presence....or wait, maybe it was two presences....no matter though, he'd find them. He just wondered what the hell Magneto was so persistent about. He couldn't be up to any good if he was sending this many 'messengers' to get him. He could smell the presences getting stronger as he moved closer to the wooded area near the fence. Someone had just recently come over thece. ce. The wind whipped up a little and he caught the now-familiar metallic scent of Piotr, and something different. Smelled almost spicy, like Cajun cookin' and some sort of spicy aftershave. Smelled good actually. 'Cajun cookin'....that can only be one person,' he thought to himself. 'Gambit, has to be Gambit,' he mumbled. But why was Mags so persistent....

He wandered into the forest and sniffed the air. He wasn't really in the mood to fight, but his instincts told him that he was going to. At least for a bit, if this ended up being like the other encounters.

Remy and Piotr waited in the darkness for Logan. Remy's demonesque eyes glowed through the shadows and Piotr's armor shone somewhat in the limited moonlight that reached through the trees. He hadn't taken his metal form yet. Remy heard a few twigs snap and leaves crunch to his left and he looked at Piotr, who grinned at him evilly. Remy grasped his metal stick and clutched his cards closely, konwing they'd come in quite handy. Piotr took his metallic form and they waited silently for the Wolverine.

Logan could smell them much stronger now. He was getting close, he knew it. He began to sniff the air more now, trying to discern exactly what direction the smell was coming from. He could see better than most people in the dark due to his enhanced senses, but in places it was really dark, and it would be just his luck that they would be hiding in one of those places. Suddenly he felt something hit his feet and it tripped him, and he landed unceremoniously on his ass. He picked up the perpetrator, which was a long, thin, metal stick. 'This is that thing Gambit always carries around with him,' Logan said to himself, but just as he was about to get up, a flaming card was sent flying towards him and exploded way too close to his head. It lit up the surrounding area well enough that he could see the two figures looming in the distance.

He heard the footsteps and another card was sent towards him, this time the explosion burning his arm, which healed soon after. It was a good thing for his healing factor. Soon cards were exploding all over the place and he was lucky enough to dodge one and then another would catch him. When the cards stopped he felt a rush of air and he was being toppled over by someone. He lurched them off of his back. *Snikt* His claws came out. He was soon on top of his offender, who proceeded to kick him off, tossing another card towards him, which he backhanded, and it landed near Piotr and exploded, pushing the metal man against a tree. "Whose side are you on Comrade," Piotr growled at Remy. "So sorry mon ami, d'accord?" All he heard was some mumbled Russian. This little digression gave Logan enough time to hurl himself at Remy, who was dusting himself off. Remy found himself pinned to the ground by Logan's much bigger, much stronger body. "Just what the fucking hell do you want from me asshole?" Logan said. "Yer boss don't send people here for nuthin'," he growled, dangerously close to the Cajun's face. Logan looked into his glowing red eyes and glared at him. But the scent of aftershave and spicy food was getting to him. The Cajun just grinned at him and said "He just tryin' to win you over, dat all chere," Remy drawled. "He's got a funny way of doin' it," he said. Logan let Remy loose and he stood up. "He want you on his team mon ami, he say you be happy wit him on our side," Remy continued. "He got big plans for you Wolverine," the Cajun said, with Wolverine coming out with just a little more sexual innuendo than he had expected.

"I'd never join that nutcase," Logan said angrily. "That is why we are here," Piotr interjected, staring lustfully at Logan, "to try and convince you otherwise." He then grinned and took a few steps toward Logan. Logan knew he could make a dash for it, but they would just follow him. He wasn't afraid for them, but for what might happen if anybody else became involved. Somehow he knew he wouldn't be getting away without a fight tonight. He growled deep in his chest and came flying towards Piotr. He gouged his arms and was about to get him in the side when Piotr flung him off of him with an annoyed and somewhat pained grunt. Piotr was pissed now. And as much as Logan was strong, he still had respect for Piotr. Piotr glared down at him, his white eyes revealing his anger and lust. He came towards Logan with just a few large steps and picked him up cruelly by his arms and pinned him to a giant tree. With as much as he had a healing factor, he could feel Piotr's hands crushing into his arms. He might even bruise from this. He gritted his teeth and let out a whince as Piotr momentarily took his hands off of him, letting him slide a bit down the tree and onto the ground. But he was up in seconds and he slashed Piotr's side. Piotr picked Logan up and threw him across the wooded area, with him landing hard against a tree. He groaned and began to pick himself up again when Remy pinned him to the tree. His red eyes glowed into Logan's.

With one fluid move he hit Logan in the abdomen with his stick and then kicked him onto the ground. Logan lay there, knowing it was futile to get up anymore with the onslaught. He felt himself being picked up again and he was pinned against someone's body from behind. The smaller, leaner body pressed so hard against his own body. He looked to see was was in front. Piotr looked down at him and licked his lips, smiling cruelly and beginning to take Logan's clothes off. Logan started to resist, but he felt Remy's hot breath on his neck. "Don' resist chere, don' resist," the Cajun whispered against his heated skin, raising goosebumps in him. He felt the Cajun's lips brush against his neck and he let go of a feral growl.

Piotr then returned to his normal form when he was sure that Logan wouldn't put up a fight anymore. He shed his clothes and pressed himself against Logan's naked body. He kissed him in such a way that it almost made Logan's toes curl. The Russian's tongue danced with his own and he soon found himself wrapping languid arms around his neck. Piotr pulled Logan off of Remy, who was shedding his layers of clothes. Logan felt Remy come to him from behind and he began kissing Logan's back. He nipped at Logan's taught, sweaty skin, moving lower, to his firm ass, spreading his cheeks, and licking the hot, tight hole there, making Logan moan against Piotr's mouth. He wet one of his fingers and pushed it into Logan, making Logan squirm against Piotr's larger body. He then placed another finger, and another inside Logan, rubbing against that spot, stretching him and filling him. Logan thrust his ass out towards Remy, wanting more. But Remy removed his fingers, much to Logan's dismay, and stood up behind him.

He wet his cock with his spit. Piotr took his mouth away from Logan's and smiled at him. "Now you get to fuck me Comrade," Piotr said, loving the thought of Logan's monstrous dick inside of him. "An' I fuck you from behind," Remy said. With one move he thrust his dick inside Logan. Logan screamed. He was bigger than he had expected. Then Piotr bent himself over and offered himself to Logan. A wild look of desire overtook Logan and he grinned menacingly, showing his gleeming teeth. He lubed his cock and rammed it into Piotr's ass. Piotr threw his head back and moaned against gritted teeth. Piotr liked the pain. Logan began fucking Piotr powerfully, with each thrust aimed at Piotr's sweet spot, bumping it, grinding against it. Logan felt so dirty then, like such a whore. And he loved it. Remy followed suit and wrapped his hands around Logan's waist and pumped himself into him, with each thrust seemingly more powerful then the next. Logan moved in and out of Piotr with animal-like movements, each thrust casting a loud, slick sound as he fucked him for all he was worth. Remy was like an old pro, hitting Logan with such a ferocity that he knew he couldn't hold off long. He teased Logan, hitting the spot, then not hitting it, making Logan crazy. Logan matched Remy's thrusts with his own. Piotr was the first to cum, his huge dick shooting a mas loa load of cum across the ground that soaked the fallen leaves in his thick, white juices. Logan kept pumping and soon he felt the world go out from beneath him as he filled Piotr's ass up with his own copious load. Remy came last, filling Logan up with his white-hot seed, spilling some out onto his thighs. Remy momentarily rested his head against Logan's back, regaining his breath. They withdrew from each other and each turned around to kiss one another, something that had not been done before.

They each dressed and Remy looked at Logan and asked him "So what you tink chere, you come wit us?" "No way," Logan said. Especially not if they keep sending messages like this. Remy and Piotr only smirked at each other and were off. But Logan knew that was not the last of Magneto's messages.

When Remy and Piotr arrived back to Magneto, Magneto asked them "Did you succeed in bringing over the Wolverine?" "No mon ami, but c'est bon, we all give another try, non?" "I think Logan will take more convincing," Piotr said in a thick accent. "Hmm, perhaps.....perhaps I will visit him myself next time, but you all will wait nearby in case I need you," Magneto said as they all walked back inside.