The Road Ahead

'nother logan/kurt fic... as requested by Feathers in Hair. :)

This is a companion piece to Both Ways, apparently, since it's under the same title. I don't know if this is going to turn out to be a longer story, but I rather like writing these short bits. Perhaps I'll add on to it every once and a while, but not regularly. Just whatever comes to mind. I don't know.

I hope you like this one, a lot more background and emotion concerning events and whatnot has gone into this one. Meaning: Logan does a lot of thinking.

Disclaimer: I am only a lonely fanfic writer who makes no money off of these strange tales that concern characters not belonging to me. Please be gentle.

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It had been a couple weeks since that first sexual encounter with Kurt, and Logan was feeling pretty good about himself. Nevermind the fact that his orientation did a complete one-eighty, sometimes these things took time to manifest, and who best to get close to than the one man who knew what it was like to be the loner?

Oh, he knew that Kurt wasn't a loner anymore. He had definitely opened up during his time there, and was hardly the shy and seemingly innocent mutant he had been when they had first found him. In fact, if he got any worse, he might as well be a student with his antics. Kurt loved to be friendly and playful, and perhaps it was all pent-up energy from the many years before, but it could sometimes be annoying.

Such as when Logan was taking a shower, Kurt popped in like he usually does and scared the bejesus out of him. Out of reflex, his claws had snapped out and punctured the plastic shower curtain, and with his surprise, he had yanked his arms away and only succeeded in ruining the curtain even more. They were shredded unbelievably. Kurt laughed, kissed his cheek, and disappeared.

There was the good things about him though. The fuzzy mutant could be a very good listener, and with the scattered thoughts that Logan had, it was exactly what he needed. Someone to listen as he sorted different thoughts and memories out loud, someone who would help him come up with questions about certain things that he wouldn't have thought of himself.

It wasn't that Marie wasn't an able prospect for being his "listening buddy," but once the news came out that, well, Logan came out, things had been a tad bit strange between them. Marie's affections for Logan were duly crushed, but she was a strong kid, part of it came from the bit of himself that she absorbed, and she got over it in time. Not quickly, but there were no scars left by it, for this he was glad. He would have hated to be the one to truly break her heart, she deserved the best. He would still care for her deeply, as perhaps a best friend, but whatever attraction he thought he felt for her in return had been whisked away on a current of blue smoke.

Kurt was always surprising him, in more ways than untimely teleportation. Late one night, Logan had been prowling the mansion after being rudely awoken from a nightmare mostly composed of bad memories, he had wandered down to the Danger Room and discovered his lover quite hard at work. Logan wasn't the only one with inner demons that needed to be worked out, it seemed.

Entering the control room-- which was nearly nothing but clear glass-- he watched the blue mutant teleporting out of reach from the various robots and arms, lazers, and projectiles sent his way, as well as doing plenty of acrobatic tricks. God, that man sure could move. It made Logan smile as he watched; firm muscles spread out upon a small, lean body, rippling beneath a white muscle shirt. 'Is that my shirt?' he wondered curiously, getting closer to the glass to squint at the form bouncing about the walls and beams. It was...

"Hey!" he shouted into the mic nearby, "Who said you could borrow my shirt?"

Startled out of the battle trance he had been in, he yelped and nearly smacked into a beam, teleporting to the exact spot a few clay discs were being shot out. Cursing in German, he popped out of danger and appeared next to Logan, breathing heavily with an incredulous look on his face,

"Sheiss! Don't *do* that! I could have gotten seriously hurt, du arsch!" if he had been using the watch Xavier gave him to produce a holographic human version of his self, he'd more than likely be flushed in the face. But it was hard to tell now, with the blue skin... unless you were Logan, of course. He knew Kurt well enough by now.

The German words didn't confuse him as they might have before. He had actually discovered a strange yet keen knowledge of the language, something indubitably from his past. He understood it better than he could speak it, but that was only because of the partial block in his mind that still had yet to be dislodged. More time spent with Kurt would actually help that, since more exposure to the language was more apt to help him remember it.

It was also good for Kurt, even though he had a lot of confidence already, being able to speak in his native tongue to someone who would understand was very comforting to him. He didn't feel so much the outsider, despite the fact that just being a mutant made you an outsider, speaking another language was just another mark against his fitting in.

Something he and Logan had in common, actually. He looked at the muscular man before him, his tri-fingered hands pulling at the shirt so it wouldn't stick to his skin. It was particularly uncomfortable when you had a thin layer of fuzz covering your body.

"How do you know this is your shirt?" he asked defiantly, his hand knotting up in said shirt, exposing some of his toned stomach, and not just blue-toned either.

Rolling his eyes, Logan crossed his arms, "Well, the fact that it has enough room to fit *me* in there with you was a clue."

"I think you're exaggerating a bit, *liebes.* What are you doing?" he eyed Logan, who was walking closer to him. His hand fell away from the shirt, as if preparing for some sort of attack.

"I'mma prove it, watch." he grinned slightly, stopping until he was a few inches away. This close, he could smell the sweat and a little of the dirt that Kurt must have gotten from touching everything while he was hopping around out there. 'Someone is going to have to get the machinery checked out and cleaned.' he thought idly, while most of his brain was focused on how... *sexy* the dirt and sweat made the other mutant.

Sliding his hands up along the exposed stomach muscles, they snuck beneath the shirt, rubbing against violet-blue nipples as he managed to fit his arms beneath it entirely, stretching it out with tiny ripping sounds (the stitches coming undone a bit), then forcing his arms through the sleeves, grinning madly.

"You are mad, you know that, Logan?" Kurt chuckled, kissing the man's forehead, his hands moving up to grip onto those biceps, just as Logan's hands had clamped onto the area just below his armpits, thumbs rubbing at the ribs.

"'M not done yet." his eyes glittered peculiarly before he dipped his head down, kissing Kurt's belly, licking at his navel. That brought out a startled sound from him, only encouraging Logan more, his tongue making a trail up the center of his torso and nudging his head beneath the shirt.

Kurt's breath shuddered when he felt a warm tongue lapping at one of his nipples, gasping when he felt Logan's teeth graze across it. Kissing the nipple, he moved to tend to the other one, sucking on it gently before he kissed that one too. He flexed his shoulders and arms, stretching out the shirt even more, and as he pushed his head through the neck of the muscle shirt, it ripped a little. But Logan didn't care, he had proven his point, more or less.

"See?" he licked his teeth ferally, tasting the salty sweat, and locking eyes with his companion. He could feel Kurt's semi-erect penis through the sweats and he pressed closer, causing him to take a few involuntary steps backwards from being put slightly off balance, Logan steering them until the small of the blue mutant's back was pressed against the drafting table, where plans were thought up before they were fleshed out.

"Y-you cheated." he stuttered, overwhelmed suddenly by his sudden arousal and Logan's thumbs arching inwards to brush across his nipples. He still had yet to get used to the Wolverine's powerful sexual drive. Kurt may have had his moments, but this man seemed to find a way to tie sex into everything. And he loved him for it.

"I did not," he mock-pouted, but that quickly flashed into another grin, "I told you we could both fit in this shirt, I just didn't specify how *tight* of a fit it would be." he crushed his mouth against Kurt's before he could protest.

Not that Kurt particularly had anything to argue with, though he was probably a little too lazy at that moment to care about debating or anything. Eagerly he pressed closer, devouring those lips. He felt Logan's arms circle around his waist, pulling him closer as they lost themselves in a fervent kiss.

Someone cleared their throat, interrupting what could have become something a hell of a lot less innocent than just a kiss. After a few more seconds of the kiss, Logan jerked his head up to look over Kurt's head at the entrance, where the leader of the X-Men team, Scott, now stood with his arms crossed.

The sad thing was that Scott was actually starting to get used to this.

He had accidentally walked in on the two before, thank the gods that they hadn't gotten too serious when he had, or he'd have to ask for a darker tinted visor to obstruct his view from whatever show they would be putting on inadvertently.

At first he had been angry, telling them they needed to control themselves, what if a student had walked in instead of him, what then? He was just as angry the next time, but seeing as how they had at least kept to a somewhat inconspicuous corner it wasn't so bad. Now, he almost didn't flinch, almost didn't turn and swiftly go to find Jean to find comfort in her femaleness.

It wasn't that he was against Logan or Kurt's sexual preference, he just wasn't yet comfortable enough with it. A kiss on the cheek he could handle, a hug, an innocent squeeze of the hip or whatnot, all fine and dandy-- you know, let them have their cute fun. But this was a bit much, it seemed like they had a mission to defile anything they could. They were almost as bad as the teenagers.

"I don't suppose you two have ever heard of this invention called a bedroom?" He arched a fine eyebrow, his voice sounded bored.

"Mmm, nope, I can't say that I have, how about you, Kurt?" Logan grinned roguishly, looking at his mate.

"I think I might have read about them, it's one of those myths, right?" he grinned, tilting his head back to look at Scott upside-down.

Shaking his head, his arms fell away to his sides and he edged inside cautiously, "Listen, Fuzzface, I'd appreciate it if you'd at least refrain from 'christining' the Danger Room or any part thereof."

"Hey!" Logan barked, "No one calls *my* bitch names and gets away with it." his face looked like it was about to split in half with how wide that grin had gotten, it was very cheshire cat-like.

"'Hey' yourself!" Kurt looked offended, but he was still smiling, "I am no one's bitch." he swatted at him best he could, they were in a difficult position after all.

Growling, Logan nipped at Kurt's jaw, "Yes you are, you're mine, and that's that."

Rolling his eyes, the blue mutant eyed him, "We'll see about that. Auf wiedersehen!" he wiggled his three digits at Scott in the form of a goodbye and they were gone in that traditional swirl of smoke.

Making a small sound of exasperation and slight disgust, he crinkled his nose at the table before circling around it to the control panel.

Nothing was sacred with those two, nothing.