Tea with the President of New Zeland

Title: Tea with the president of New Zeland

Author: Kitty Devoire

Summary: Hanks stressed, Logan helps out in the best way ;)

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: Hank/Logan

Feedback: There's only so many times I can beg for reviews but I have to beg once more

Author Notes: This was written in an hour as an apology for not updating the sun rise story ^_^ sorry guys

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these characters, they belong to marvel and I do not profit from this...unfortunatly

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It was a time consuming chore. Having a bath. He'd realised that even before his high school days but 'bath days' had become worse since the appearance of his blue fur. Hank sighed, turning off the hot tap and sinking lower in the water with a scowl. His left foot covered that little hole close to the rim that would leak water as soon as he moved, the other foot covered the underside of the hot fawcett to stem the perpetual drip that would aggrivate the living daylights out of him. His scowl deepened, his nose barely above the water, and tried to resist a sigh as he glared at the shampoo bottle from hell. He sat up with a heavy sigh - a noise that was a little more than half a growl - and reached for the bottle,

"Once more unto the breach dear friends" He murmured, squeezing some onto his hand before flipping the page of the book he was reading. It was perched on a contraption that he'd invented back in college so he could read in the bath without getting the pages wet or damaged and -

"What the hell are you doin?" Hanks foot slipped away from the hole in the side of the bath in suprise, sending a small torrent of water out onto the floor and the shampoo bottle shot away to the other side of the room before he righted himself,

"Logan! What on Earth are you doing here?" He asked, blushing brightly and highly aware that he looked like a half drowned cat. Whenever he got wet his fur stuck to him he tended to shrink three sizes,

"Prof sent me to fetch you" Logan smirked, leaning with his arms crossed against the doorframe, "remember the briefin we were supposed to have?" He prompted. Hank closed his eyes and sighed, a frown marring his face for a moment,

"How late am I?"

"Oooh only about an hour" Logans smirk widened, "Charlie wanted me to say that you weren't to worry about it an' he'll send one of the kids with the papers later" Hank winced, opening his eyes, knowing that was a coded way of saying there'd be a sharp reprimand and a guilt trip waiting for him when he was ready. He sighed, rinsing the suds from his arm with the shower head, "So. Back to my question. What the hell are y'doin?" Hank looked down at the water, at the shower head in his hand and the shampoo bottle that had come to rest in the far corner. Several variations of things to say ran across his mind - not all of them particularly nice as he was still more stressed than he cared to admit to himself,

"I'm having tea and scones with the president of New Zealand" He said calmly. Logan snorted, rolling his eyes as he pushed away from the doorframe,

"Yeah, right. I meant with the feet" He gestured to where Hank still covered the hole and the fawcett, "gimmie that" He opened his palm, indicating the shower head. Hank passed it over with a small frown. He was the only one of the staff in the mansion with his own private bathroom (bar Charles of course) and he was aware that the other male team members shared a shower room and were thus used to seeing other males naked...of course...that didn't stop Hank from being the tiniest bit self consious as Logan sat on the edge of the bathtub just behind him. As the Wolverines small, work roughed hands ran over his fur, helping the water to sluice off the sudes, Hank was very thankful that the water was just a little bit murky. He was handed the shower head back - which he obligingly turned off - but...Wolverines hand hadn't moved, in fact, it was moving in an entirely different way, a second hand joining in,

"What-"

"Shut up" Logan snapped, just a little, scowling in concentration as he massaged Hanks shoulders, he couldn't believe how much tension one guy could carry around. Didn't the doc ever take time off to just...relax? Hanks shoulders were so tense it was like massaging steel,

"Mmmmmmmy dear boy" Hank purred, eyes starting to drift shut, a little frown on his face as Logan worked out the tension, digging his thumbs in past the fur to the skin beneath, "where on -oooh - where on earth did you learn-"

"Spent a lotta time in Japan, remember? Now shut up" It was said without heat and Hank was quite happy to oblige, hearing his own moans and groans echoing round the bathroom and really not caring one jot as Logans hands made short work of him, "hey now bub" Hank didn't realise he'd been falling slowly forward until his nose touched against the cooling water, Logans hands on his shoulders tightened, pulling him away, "c'mon, outta that thing before y'drown" Logan tugged him upright, quickly wrapping a towel around his waist and helping him from the tub. Hank moved in a strange kind of daze, his legs felt like jelly but were strong enough to carry him to the next room before he collapsed on the bed, feeling it dip beside him. The doctor frowned, one side of his face squashed into the pillow, wondering how he could get Logan to do it again without asking outright - he needn't have bothered. A warm towel was roughly passed over his back, "Roll over" Logan commanded,

"Woof" Hank muttered under his breath, doing as he was told and seeing the hint of a smirk in Logans eye as the doctor was roughly towel dried,

"I wonder what'd happen if I'd said play dead" Hank huffed a laugh as he was nudged into rolling onto his stomach once more, the Wolverines suprisingly magic hands pressing firmly against his skin once more,

"Heart attack? Brain seizure? Stroke? - LOGAN! " The doctor blushed bright red, turning to look over his shoulder after the Wolverine delivered a sharp smack to his backside,

"Don't even *joke* about that kinda stuff Doc" He growled lowly, his hands a million times more gentle than his words,

"Tempting fate?" He mumbled into the pillow, trying to form a coherant scentance as Logan continued his work...something...it was going to be about...something to do with fate...aaah who cared anyway. Logan smiled, feeling Hank cave in beneath his hands, pooling into a blue mass of loose muscles and total contentment,

"Are y'snorin or is that a purr?" Logan asked, his voice so low it was barely audible. Hank laughed weakly, the purr interuptted by the sound, just on the doorstep of sleep,

"Sorry" He cleared his throat and the purr grated to a halt - even the doctor wasn't entirely sure how the purr worked but coughing seemed to get rid of it,

"I wasn't sayin it was a bad sound" Wolverine frowned, working in silence and trying not to smirk smugly as the purr started to re-emerge, he laughed softly at a particularly loud rumble, laughing again as the Doctor blushed - though no hint of tension entered his thouroughly pummelled shoulders,

"Oh shut up" Hank sighed, lifting his arms and all but hugging the pillow under his head. Logans mouth went unexpectadly dry - what the fuck - at the sight of muscles shifting so smoothly beneath silky soft, still slightly damp fur and his hands faultered for just a moment. Hank frowned, eyes shut, as he noted the sudden shift in Logans scent, something new had arrived in Logans emotions, so hot and spicy that it was like eating raw chillie - almost like the powerful scent of anger but...not. He opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder, frowning a little as he watched Logan watch his hands move across the doctors back, his hands lighter, more...explorative,

"Logan, what -"

"Jesus, what does it take for you to shut up?" Logan snapped and, on pure impulse, leant forward, his face barely millimeters away from the Doctors, "well?" There was a moment where Hank held his breath, knowing that the situation was balanced on a knife edge and could go either way. Neither was sure afterwards of who started the kiss, neither of them really cared enough to try and figure it out. Hank growled in the back of his throat as Logans mouth clashed against his own, hot, soft, demanding all at once. He rolled onto his back easily, never once breaking contact with Logan, skillfully sliding his tongue into the other mans mouth, encouraged by the suprisingly soft little sounds that Wolverine was releasing. Hanks growl went up a notch as Logan straddled his waist, feeling an insistant hardness pressing against the muscles of his stomach. All of a sudden Wolverine sat back, staring down at him with a frown, "Hank, what's this all ab-"

"What does it take to shut you up?" Hank raised an eyebrow, eyes twinkling just a little as he looked up at Wolverine. Logan shivered as the smooth rich purr of Hanks voice before leaning down for another taste of that smirking mouth,

"Ah shuttup Doc" He growled softly, feeling - rather than hearing - the Doctors chuckle vanish in a low purring hum that made Logan groan, he could *feel* it through his entire frame, pressed as he was against the entire length of Hanks body. Hank half opened his eyes, still engaged in the kiss, as his hands trailed slowly up Logans back, feeling the shift and play of powerful muscles beneath his fingers - groaning as he felt the Wolverines fingers explore his torso, so gently that it was almost ticklish,

"I assure you I won't break" Hank murmured, his lips moving against Logans as they both breathed heavily. The dark haired man nodded, eyes still closed, his explorations becoming just a little more firm. His fingertips still tingled from the massage he'd just administered and he seemed to be able to feel every single scar, the heavenly softness that lay hidden beneath softer blue fur. He grinned wickedly, feeling Hanks sharp intake of breath, as he found an already taunt nipple and pinched it briefly. Logan was unaware that he was grinding against Hank until the Doctors hands slid down his back, settling on his ass, squeezing it needily before tugging at the hem of Logans checkered shirt. Wolverine sat back obligingly, barely resisting a shiver as Hank reached up to help rid him of the annoying article of clothing, soft fingers lightly caressing each inch of skin that was exposed. The doctor grinned wickedly as one of his claws lightly rasped over one of the Wolverines nipples, watching a pleasurable shiver shook the dark haired man over him, making Logan lean forward, the heels of his palms pressing against Hanks stomach in a comfortingly solid way. Wolverine growled dangerously as the doctors claws lightly scraped his sides, not hard enough to even leave a red mark but enough to leave Logan growling almost continuously,

"This ain't fair" Logan growled, shifting back, feeling the towel still wrapped around Hanks waist come loose beneath him,

"I whole heartedly agree" Hank smiled a little, hands drifting down the well defined muscles of Logans chest, torso down - halted by the stiff belt of his jeans. They stared at each other, intense and heated as Hank used sharp claws to easily tear away the fabric from Logans heated skin, the Doctors eyes dipping downwards once he was...exposed..."Goodness...it's no wonder you're so popular" He said mildly. Logan grinned broadly,

"Yeah" He growled softly, swooping down to ravish the Doctors mouth even as a velvetine soft hand wrapped around his large cock. Logan groaned harshly as Hank stroked him experimentally with long, torturously slow movements, "Aw Hank, gimmie a bit of friction bub" He growled, dropping his head to the doctors throat and biting the soft skin there as his hips made hard, sure thrusting movements into Hanks now slightly tighter, slightly faster hand. Hank buried his nose in the top of Logans head, rbeathing deep of that wild, rough scent that sent shocks through his entire frame, ricochetting round his mind with a single word that was only strengthened by the breathless pants and whines that Logan was emitting,
"Fuck" Hank breathed, trying not to roll his eyes as the pleasure flooded his system. One every other thrust Logans pert little backside brushed against his far too stiff and far too unattended cock,

"Yeah...mmm...yeah ssssounds good" Logan hissed, sitting back a little, hips still working, seemingly unable to stop as he looked down at his friend/lover, "lube?" Hank reached over to his nightstand with his free hand, never once looking away from him or breaking the heavenly tight, warm, soft, please, tighter, faster want more grip,

"Logan...I can't...I don't have the manual dexterity to-"

"Doc are you blushin?" Logan chuckled, a low and wicked sound that shot straight to Hanks already throbbing cock. He opened his mouth, frowning ever so slightly, only to have Wolverines tongue get in the way and steal whatever it was he was going to say, "ssh" Logan commanded. Hank nodded, eyes still closed and trying to collect his scattered wits, and - Hanks entire body jerked in shock as Logans slick hands coated his cock in warm wetness. Logans grin was back as he watched the doctor through narrow eyes, watching blue eyes follow the trail of his hands with just a hint of disbelief amongst the heat. Hank groaned and let his head drop back, fists clenching in the sheets to stop his hips from thrusting up needily, he knew that if he started that he'd come embarresingly quickly,

"Logan...please...you're killing me" He moaned, a sound which only got louder in disappointment as Logan let him go only to straddle him, that tight, firm little ass poised over his cock, the tip *just* rubbing against his entrance,

"Whoever said revenge was sweet wasn't liein" Logan breathed softly, "that's how a *man* does a handjob" He smirked as Hanks eyes shot open. Even like this - glasses steamed and askew, fur messed up and blushing beneath it, panting, wanting and trembling ever so slightly - the doctor could manage a slight look of reproval. Hank opened his mouth with a clever comeback on his tongue and practically howled as Logan rammed himself down suddenly - he closed his eyes, his hands tight on Logans hips as he tried to cope with all the sensations all at once, the tightness...the *heat*...

"Oh my stars and Garters..." He breathed softly, biting his lower lip before opening his eyes and nearly comming right then and there. Logan was looking down at him with heated, hooded brown eyes, biting one side of his full, slightly swollen lower lip, backside flush against Hanks thighs and inner walls squeezing as he re-adjusted to the doctors girth inside of him,

"Thank god for healin factors" He managed a shaky grin before rocking his hips, causing them both to moan, "Fuck me Hank" Logan asked, begged, breathlessly. Hank growled, reaching up to pull Logan close and roll the both of them, so Logan was flat on his back. Hank thrust his hips, slowly at first, searching until - "oh fuck YEAH!" Logan threw his legs high on Hanks body, locking his ankles and creating a tight cage arond the doctors ribs, his face pressed to heaving blue chest as he thrust back into every rough, powerful stroke, his cock brushing against the doctors hard muscled, rippling stomach. Hank was gone, lost to the heat and the willingness in the body beneath him "Oh fuck oh shit f-Hank, I...I...I ain't g-gonna last..." Logan didn't hear a reply, only felt Hanks low growl go up a notch, his thrusts get harder, "break me...fuck yeah oh harder jesus god damn it so close Hank gonna...gonna..." Hank came first, unaware of the words now falling from his mouth and only vaugely registering that whatever he said was enough to pull Logan up and over the edge of white hot perfect bliss with him. The doctor toured the upper stratosphere, feeling himself empty into the man he was inside of. He groaned, long and low, every muscle straining to prolong the blissful feeling until -

"Y'got any idea what y'said?" Logans voice - rough and low from the sex - echoed in his ear, bringing him slowly down to earth and the man who was currently cleaning him roughly with a wet towel,

"I'm not entirely inclined to *care* very much at this moment in time, my friend" Hanks voice - in contrast - was practically a purr, smooth and rich, and he caught the flash of amusement that skittered across the Wolverines face as he looked at him, "sate my scientific snoopery before I burst with my veritable lack of comprehension" Logan rolled his eyes just a ittle,

"You growled when you came - " Wolverine smirked as the Doctor shivered beneath him, his cock twitching a little with interest - thank the lord for healing factors - "you said *mine*" Hank looked up at him and the suprise on his face would have been comical if not for the large blue hand that was currently skimming over the small of Logans back and heading south,

"Well, Mr Wolverine" Hank said in his best doctors tone as Logan started to growl and shift against him, "prove me wrong" Logans grin could only have been described as feral as he pulled Hank closer for a deep, lingering kiss,

"Nah"

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Hank was woken in the morning by the scream of the alarm clock. Groaning irritably he grabbed hold of the nearest pillow and blindly battered the clock until it died but it was too late, he was very much awake. He growled a few choice obscenities into his pillow - in which he was laid face down - and reached out to find Logan, intent on disappaiting his early morning grumpiness with a cuddle and - his hand fell through thin air. There was nothing but empty space beside him. Hank lifted his head, opening his eyes and taking a deep breath. Logans clothes were gone and his sent was nearly half an hour old...

"Blast" Hank squeezed his eyes shut, letting his head drop back to the pillow. *Of course he wouldn't have stayed McCoy...you probably did something wro-*

"Not a mornin person then?" A low voice, rough with whiskey feared by many and altogether too darkly amused for the early hour of the morning made Hank grin into the pillow,

"Moph foo uu'd ull" Hank mumbled without raising his head, his grin widening as the bed dipped beside him and Logans scent rolled reassuringly over him,

"Didn't catch a word of that, furball" Logan laughed softly,

"I said 'not so's you'd tell'" Hank looked up, squinting a little in the light and suprised when Logan reached out, attempting to flatten down some of the cowlicks that had formed in the doctors hair,

"I thought, considerin I interuptted your tea with the president of New Zeland yesterday that I'd bring you a fresh cup" Logan pointed to the steaming mug on the side, his voice almost, suprisingly - endearingly - shy. Hank sat up, smiling at Wolverine, reaching out for him *and* the cup, pulling them both close,

"You came back" Hank murmured, hearing the disbelief peppering his voice. Logan smirked,

"Yeah well. Got nothin better to do" He gave Hank a jaw popping yawn, shifting closer and throwing his legs - bare footed - over the doctors thighs. Hank nodded, sipping at his tea and trying to identify the new feeling welling up in his chest...what was it called now?...ah...yes...contentment.

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A/N - *whipcrack* review darn it!