A difference of opinion.
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A difference of opinion.
DISCLAIMER: The boys ain't mine.
“No.”
Logan turned his body away, presenting Kurt with his shoulder and the side of his head. Denial in body and word. Kurt’s fingers tightened their grip on the fabric of his pants, hands resting just on his knees, almost looming like some ancient gargoyle. The pointed question mark of his tail swayed gently behind him.
“Why not?”
Calm. Too calm. Like the calm of a storm just before it breaks, sky turning bruised and clouds starting to form. Something awful coming, but no way to stop it. They could both feel it. Tension, building between the two of them and there didn’t seem to be a way out of it. It was probably a good thing that they were alone in one of their bedrooms. Hadn’t quite made it to the sharing one stage.
There were different reasons on both sides for that.
It gave Logan an out, somewhere else to go. To get away from this. Let them both have a chance to clear their heads. Yeah. Put some space between them, so they didn’t ruin what they’d managed to grab with someone saying something hasty. Words could turn in your mouth and tear everything to shreds, even without meaning to. They both knew that.
“I don’t need to give a reason. Just...no.”
He got up and walked over to the door, stepping backward for an instant as grey smoke swirled around him. Kurt was in front of him, and the older mutant’s eyes narrowed, teeth bared for a moment in something that was close to a snarl.
“It would not be hurt.”
Almost begging for him to understand. Golden eyes glittered, like sun warmed coins against dark blue cloth. Pleaded. Misshaped hands clutched suddenly at the sleeves of his shirt, dragging him into staying here and not just pushing past. Body pressing into his and whispering sigh of a kiss trailing across the shape of his collarbone, indigo curls pressing against his chin as Kurt bent his head to lick at the exposed skin above the collar of his shirt.
“Bitte...”
Husky sigh, almost purring down into a moan, whispered against his skin. Wet glide of Kurt’s rough tongue and Logan closed his eyes briefly, grabbing Kurt’s forearms and pulling his hands away from holding onto him. Almost hopefully, Kurt looked up, and Logan shook his head. Moved him out of the way, hands holding on firmly, but not enough to leave bruises.
“I said, no.”
Kurt’s head jerked back, almost betrayed expression on his face but Logan shouldered past him anyway. Left him behind, standing in the doorway staring after him like Logan had done something more then just say no to what he’d been asked. He shook his head irritably, pushed beyond what he was willing to bear and headed for the kitchen to get a beer out of the fridge. If there’d been something stronger, he would have taken that. Beer would have to do.
Kurt’s tail lashed around his ankles, reflecting his own inner state of turmoil before he stalked from Logan’s room to find somewhere that he could think. Try and find a way to approach this again from a different angle. Try and make Logan see. Hard to do, he knew, but there had to be a way to explain it that wouldn’t see his lover storming off. That he needed this, and he needed Logan to do it. It wasn’t much. A few little cuts, clean and beautiful on his back to finish off the work he’d done himself. He wanted Logan’s mark on his skin – why couldn’t Logan see that?
He wanted Logan to do it. He’d beg for it if that was what his lover needed. The designs he had ready, to be transferred from paper to frail flesh. What he wanted, more then anything, was to have Logan do it with the clean sweep of his adamantium blades. It would be fitting, more then fitting. Sin he may be living in, but sin had to be paid for at some point. Blood would do. Blood and a little bit of pain, for both of them to be marked down in the ledger. Not conventional, maybe not what a priest would advise, but he thought that it would suffice. Payment for loving when he should not have given his heart nor his body.
Logan demanded so much of him, to change his beliefs and challenge his faith. There was little he had not given up for him. He had changed, in the name of love. It was not much to ask, what he wanted Logan to do. No, needed him to do.
What they had was not enough for him.
“No.”
Logan turned his body away, presenting Kurt with his shoulder and the side of his head. Denial in body and word. Kurt’s fingers tightened their grip on the fabric of his pants, hands resting just on his knees, almost looming like some ancient gargoyle. The pointed question mark of his tail swayed gently behind him.
“Why not?”
Calm. Too calm. Like the calm of a storm just before it breaks, sky turning bruised and clouds starting to form. Something awful coming, but no way to stop it. They could both feel it. Tension, building between the two of them and there didn’t seem to be a way out of it. It was probably a good thing that they were alone in one of their bedrooms. Hadn’t quite made it to the sharing one stage.
There were different reasons on both sides for that.
It gave Logan an out, somewhere else to go. To get away from this. Let them both have a chance to clear their heads. Yeah. Put some space between them, so they didn’t ruin what they’d managed to grab with someone saying something hasty. Words could turn in your mouth and tear everything to shreds, even without meaning to. They both knew that.
“I don’t need to give a reason. Just...no.”
He got up and walked over to the door, stepping backward for an instant as grey smoke swirled around him. Kurt was in front of him, and the older mutant’s eyes narrowed, teeth bared for a moment in something that was close to a snarl.
“It would not be hurt.”
Almost begging for him to understand. Golden eyes glittered, like sun warmed coins against dark blue cloth. Pleaded. Misshaped hands clutched suddenly at the sleeves of his shirt, dragging him into staying here and not just pushing past. Body pressing into his and whispering sigh of a kiss trailing across the shape of his collarbone, indigo curls pressing against his chin as Kurt bent his head to lick at the exposed skin above the collar of his shirt.
“Bitte...”
Husky sigh, almost purring down into a moan, whispered against his skin. Wet glide of Kurt’s rough tongue and Logan closed his eyes briefly, grabbing Kurt’s forearms and pulling his hands away from holding onto him. Almost hopefully, Kurt looked up, and Logan shook his head. Moved him out of the way, hands holding on firmly, but not enough to leave bruises.
“I said, no.”
Kurt’s head jerked back, almost betrayed expression on his face but Logan shouldered past him anyway. Left him behind, standing in the doorway staring after him like Logan had done something more then just say no to what he’d been asked. He shook his head irritably, pushed beyond what he was willing to bear and headed for the kitchen to get a beer out of the fridge. If there’d been something stronger, he would have taken that. Beer would have to do.
Kurt’s tail lashed around his ankles, reflecting his own inner state of turmoil before he stalked from Logan’s room to find somewhere that he could think. Try and find a way to approach this again from a different angle. Try and make Logan see. Hard to do, he knew, but there had to be a way to explain it that wouldn’t see his lover storming off. That he needed this, and he needed Logan to do it. It wasn’t much. A few little cuts, clean and beautiful on his back to finish off the work he’d done himself. He wanted Logan’s mark on his skin – why couldn’t Logan see that?
He wanted Logan to do it. He’d beg for it if that was what his lover needed. The designs he had ready, to be transferred from paper to frail flesh. What he wanted, more then anything, was to have Logan do it with the clean sweep of his adamantium blades. It would be fitting, more then fitting. Sin he may be living in, but sin had to be paid for at some point. Blood would do. Blood and a little bit of pain, for both of them to be marked down in the ledger. Not conventional, maybe not what a priest would advise, but he thought that it would suffice. Payment for loving when he should not have given his heart nor his body.
Logan demanded so much of him, to change his beliefs and challenge his faith. There was little he had not given up for him. He had changed, in the name of love. It was not much to ask, what he wanted Logan to do. No, needed him to do.
What they had was not enough for him.