Lure

It's been a month since Liberty Island's accident. Logan had decided to stay at the mansion, helping Rogue situated herself. And even though he didn't want to admit it, there's a peaceful feeling every time he saw the kids laughed. He had even thought about Xavier's offer of teaching some combat classes. But the main reason of his stay was a pair lover whose relationship now was in the verge of breaking up.

So, Logan waited, patiently. Watching from the sidelines with amusement how the couple struggled to hold on. But no matter how hard they tried, the distance kept wider and wider. Of course, his flirting with Jean only to draw reaction from Summers didn't help. He grinned at the thought and wondered how many more days before it explode.

Finally, at the dinner tonight the usually always come together couple was only Jean appeared alone. Scott was nowhere to be seen. Storm approached her and then she broke to sob. 'Perfect.' Logan crept up out of the dinner room; he had a good guess where Scott might be. If they were really break up, it's his chance to act.

He headed to the garage and noticed that the light was on. The hood of a beautiful red Porsche was opened, indicating its owner was there. Logan walked casually, making noises so his presence known. He stopped and leaned down in a black BMW's hood beside the red, watching Scott bent over his car. Or rather his ass.

"What do you want, Logan?" Scott said. His voice sounded hurt and tired.

"Heard what happen from Jean. You alright?" He asked. 'Okay, so that was a lie. But the kid won't know at this point.'

Scott grumbled, "I'm fine. I already figured out things would eventually end up like this. Especially since you came here."

‘Eww that hurt.' Logan watched as the fearless leader closed the car hood gently. 'Even in anger, he still treats it like a baby. No wonder Jean was fed up.'

"You haven't answered my question. Why are you here anyway? Aren't you supposed to be somewhere else?" Scott looked upset.

Logan smirked at the implication lying undertone. "Look, Cyke. Whadda ya say we drive to town and waste in a bar to heal your broken heart. You don't need to worry for the way back since I won't get drunk."

Scott got confused over Wolverine antics. Did his rival just try to console him? Didn't he suppose to courting Jean now that they broke up? But Cyclops wasn't one to lose control, so he maintained his mask and asked tauntingly, "Is that a challenge? I'm sure I can keep up with you."

Logan snickered; the gauntlet had been thrown. "Well, let's go then."

"We use my car," Scott added, "and I drive."

He shrugged, "Sure, Scotty." Logan laughed as Cyclops throwing death glare on him.


Later at the bar

They had been going some rounds, started with beers. Then they had whiskeys on the way and even vodka. Scott had stick to his words and kept up with Logan, but finally the effect kicked in. "Ya know, Jean loved me before. Then ye came and barged in our life, making her confuse. It was all yer goddamn faults," he slurred.

Logan just smirked, 'Seems like our boy-scout couldn't hold his liquor.' He poured another glass for both of them. After all, it was all in his plan to make Scott wasted good. Well, that and he really loved to see the control freak bastard lost his control. He heard Scott spoke again. Damn, the kid sure talk a lot when he drunk. If only he had known that, Logan would make him drunk more often.

"She was just confused of yor attention. Think she falls for ye while all you want was just a good fuck." Cyclops took a quarter empty whiskey bottle and emptied it in one swallow.

Oho, the kid was wasted much. Wolverine knew he just needed one more push to pass out. He leaned forward and whispered to his ear, "No, I just want you."

Scott, upon hearing the words, was looking at him quizzically. It didn't make any sense to his drunken mind nor did he care. Taking another large swipe of the whiskey, he rested his head on the table and passed out quietly.

Wolverine whistled happily, Scott Summers was well wasted. He stood up and slung the kid to his shoulder. He headed out to the car and put Scott gently in passenger seat. Then he headed to a motel. After paying a room, Logan dragged the drunken Cyclops and laid him on the bed.

'Time for the main event.'

He pulled off his and Scott's shoes and then he laid on top of the kid. Logan kissed those red pouty lips. His hands ran up and down slowly on Scott's chest, exploring the smooth skin enthusiastically. As he devoured the kid's lips, his hands pinched two pert nipples inside the shirt, causing Scott to moan into Logan's. Breaking up the kiss, Logan's hands traveled down to the other groin. He unzipped the unconscious mutant pants and pulled out a rather magnificent cock. 'Impressive. The kid is well hung. No wonder Jean stick with the kid for years. Alright, bad thought.'

Logan stroked it to full hardness and took it to his mouth. He sucked it and tasting some leaking pre-cums. Damn, the kid tasted sweet like heaven. He swallowed the whole length and bobbing his head up and down. He could hear the moans came from Scott. It was a good thing he was getting the kid drunk and not just knocked the light out of him since he wouldn't be this responsive. Logan sucked harder and massaged Scott's balls. He rolled his tongue up and down and soon Scott came with a loud moan, shooting his warm and sticky cum into Logan's waiting mouth. He swallowed every drop eagerly, licking Scott clean.

Logan fixed back the kid's clothes as Scott doze off to peaceful sleep. The wolverine headed to the bathroom and jacked off with Scott's image filled his mind. After that he got back to the bed and lay beside the sleeping prince. He watched Scott breathing, his chest risen up and down in a motion. He probably wouldn't remember any of these in the morning. Especially since the kid would have a hell of hangover. But that was the point, since from now on Logan would be the only person Scott could rely on. Although he would do it subconsciously. Now, Logan couldn't wait for the morning to come.