His Scent

This one’s 9 pages long in word. I wrote it a few weeks ago and finally edited it today. It was like reading a new story, which is nice because I wrote it.

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Logan was in his room, contemplating the inevitable. It was a couple years after Jean’s death, and Scott and Logan had been deeply stricken with grief. But it was passing now; he was beginning to let go of the pain and realized that it would be best if he remembered the good memories of Jean instead of mourning her death.

However, because of the “letting go” of his love for Jean, something else had taken its place. At least, he noticed that thoughts of Scott had replaced thoughts of Jean.

Logan had left the institute and returned many times in the past couple years, and, for the first couple times, Rogue had met him at the entrance to welcome him back. But around the fourth time Scott joined her, soon becoming only Scott. It seemed that the leader was simply waiting to verbally abuse him about his neglected duties and lack of commitment. However, when Logan had returned just a few hours ago Scott had said nothing, only stared at him from behind his ruby red glasses. It was then that the wolverine had decided to really pay attention to him, to take in his scent. He didn’t know what had prompted him to do it, and the result was confusing, and a bit intriguing.

He had smelled an eagerness on Scott, one he first assumed was eagerness to goad him into a fight. But something else was under it. Desire.

Logan had stopped looking into the man’s red glasses and left quickly. He had been feeling a bit of warmth spread over his face and was afraid it would be a blush. After that he had locked himself in his room, thinking about what he should do about Scott. With Scott.

The word “with” entered his brain and hit him like a ton of bricks. He thought he had been dealing with his inability to confront Scott. He realized he had actually been wrestling with his own feelings and reactions. Pissing each other off was one thing, but getting each other off was entirely another.
In fact, Scott’s scent was driving him crazy! The scent of Scott’s desire seem to be surrounding him; telling himself that he was imagining it was difficult when it seemed so real.

Well, he never denied his feelings (must be the animal in him), so accepting that he was attracted to the Cyclopes was easy enough. It was deciding what to do about it that was the difficult part.

What if I was sensing residual desire, something that has nothing to do with me? How can I find out if it’s what I think it is? He could feel something in his abdomen sink, he assumed it was his stomach. A pit was forming at his lack of confidence.

It seemed that the only thing he could do was leave and return later, then test Scott again for the sent of desire. It didn’t please Logan to leave right after he had returned, when he had just realized the reason for why Scott had always been able to get on his raw nerve, but it had to be done. Asking him directly was out of the question.

The wolverine had just finished unpacking, but he re-shoved his possessions into his satchel. He wouldn’t leave for very long, just long enough that Scott would think he was going to be gone for another month. Then he might be able to smell relief on the leader as well.

It was only a few minutes before Logan was sufficiently packed and heading stealthily toward the garage. It was about 11:00, a half hour after lights out for the mansion. If everyone wasn’t already asleep, by that time they wouldn’t be paying attention to any sounds outside their room anyway. Logan didn’t want to take the chance though, slipping quietly through the hallways and down the few flights of stairs.

He knew taking the bike was his best bet because Scott would know for sure that he had left if he found his bike missing again. As he made his way toward the garage he contemplated where he would go. He wouldn’t, and shouldn’t go far. Maybe just a hundred miles away instead of a few hundred. Getting back quickly was half the point.

As he came upon the garage and the door to it he tried to remember where he had parked the bike. Was it on the left side or the right side? For some reason his mind was clouded. Some delectable smell was floating through the air, too inviting and warm to be threatening.

He turned the handle semi-hesitantly and stepped through into the shadows. It only took a second for his animal eyes to adjust to the darkness. His nose didn’t have to adjust however and the scent was even stronger than it had been in the hallway. His eyes scanned the room, looking for the shadowy form of the bike or the producer of the smell. He found the bike first, on the left side, and proceeded toward it. When he was within a few feet of it he realized what had been giving off the intoxicating smell.

Scott was laying down beside the bike, on the opposite side from Wolverine, and was writing slowly on the ground. For a second it looked like he was in pain, but the smile of his face blew that notion away, as well as the sounds emanating from the dark pink lips.

Logan had noticed the scent first, it had cocooned around him and was almost suffocating him, but then he looked at the Cyclopes’ sleeping form. He was more startling that the scent. He was wearing nothing but red cotton boxers, ones that really would have highlighted his eyes, but instead his glasses.

The satchel dropped to the floor with a soft thud as Logan swiftly moved to Scott’s side. It was painfully obvious that he was having fun with whoever was in his dream. His smile stretched from ear to ear and his erection was pushing its way through the hole in the boxers. Soon, the identity of the dream person was revealed as Scott threw back his head and gasped one name over and over.

“LoganLoganLoganLoganLogan!”

So he wasn’t imagining it. It was confirmed without Logan having to leave.


If Scott was having that much fun with him in his little dream land, Logan wanted to discover how much the fellow mutant would have in real life.

Logan gently put his hand on Scott’s stomach, inching his arched back toward the cement floor. The Cyclopes seemed to settle immediately at the touch, his breathing returning to normal and the writhing quelled. Logan was disappointed, but he knew he was going to bring the sweet music of Scott’s yells back in a full chorus in a few minutes.

He rubbed and stroked the exposed abs with a single finger, listening to the return of Scott’s heavy breathing. He traced the outline of each individual muscle in the leader’s six-pack, wondering what it would feel like if Scott returned the favor.

Next his finger traveled up the man’s side, under his arm, and around to his jaw line. It made Logan’s pants tight to see the mostly naked man shudder and arch under his touch, his real touch, even though he was sleeping. He would wake up soon though; Wolverine would make sure of that.

Logan replaced his light touch with his tongue, running the wet appendage from Scott’s chin to his ear. He nibbled when he reached his ear, watching Scott’s face contort in pleasure but the rest of his body stayed still. Logan replaced his hand, but on Scott’s neck, and traveled downward.

When Wolverine felt the top of the cotton boxers under his hand he skirted along the side of Scott’s thigh in an action to avoid the actual point of interest. He was near the edge of the tent that the sun glasses wearing man was making and he could tell it was killing the man. Because he was putting a slight pressure on the boxers Scott’s dick was feeling it, and, if he were to go by the mewling sounds that Scott was making, Logan could tell that he wanted more of a solid touch.

When he reached the bottom of the boxers, he snaked his fingers up the shorts, curling them a bit to grab them. It was then that he hiked the bottoms up around the top of the thigh. He had expected to see paler skin under them, but instead found the same perfectly tan color there that was everywhere on the Cyclopes’ body. It made Logan feel as if Scott was only becoming more and more perfect the longer he sat there and teased the man in his sleep.

Wolverine knew what he was going to do next would create a wonderful reaction from Scott and he wanted an up close and personal view. He leaned on his side, almost touching Scott’s, using his arm as a prop to look directly into the sleeping man’s face. It was flattering seeing the man’s eyes shut tight (he assumed) and his lips curled up in pleasure as he lightly brushed the exposed thigh.

It was time for Scott to wake up and interact with his new partner. Logan left the other man’s thigh and paused for a second before continuing. He watched as Scott’s face fell with the loss of contact. The “happy face” was back again, however, when Logan replaced his hand. It started at Scott’s stomach, and then traveled south to the top of the red boxers. For a second it tickled the flesh there lightly and Scott’s face showed a combination of pleasure and frustration. He wanted more.

Wolverine’s hand slid easily under the garment and felt the hair there with relish. They were soft, the complete opposite of his, and more strait than curled. His finger twirled and teased the skin under the light fur before traveling lower.
Scott’s face was becoming tighter and tighter in anticipation. As Logan’s warm fingertips brushed against his member then on to his balls, he gasped and his eyes flew open. Logan couldn’t tell right away (because of the glasses), so he continued his massage.

Scott was immensely depressed at waking up from his delicious wet dream, until he realized his dream hadn’t completely stopped. His head turned toward the object of his desires and the hand at his balls stopped. He winced in sadness for a second but the hand settled on his chest instead. He wasn’t leaving or pulling away.

“Logan?” He had to make sure, had to make sure it wasn’t some cruel surreal dream.

“What?” The smile on his face was one of a predator, but there was also contentment showing easily.

There wasn’t anything he could do, Wolverine was hovering over him in a way that said that he wasn’t going to leave. That was great for Scott. He picked his hand up from where he had been digging it into the cement and ran it up Logan’s side and into the dark hair. It was great, feeling the locks after so long dreaming of them.

Logan’s eyes instinctively closed and he growled deep in his throat. Yes, having Scott awake and interacting actively was much better than watching him in his sleep.

Scott noticed that the man above him hadn’t hesitated or resisted as he pulled his face down to his level. Nor did he pull away when Scott touched his lips lightly to his own. In fact, Logan did quite the opposite by almost instantly deepening the kiss. He crushed his lips against Cyclopes’ and began probing his mouth as soon as it had opened to welcome him.

Kissing another man was more thrilling than he thought it would be. Logan had always held on tightly to his masculinity, but as he kissed Scott he realized that whenever he was around the man he seemed to lose his barriers. Usually when he was confronted with an arrogant male he simply didn’t get involved, but with Scott…he always wanted to fight back.

Now Scott seemed to be fighting back, at least, fighting with his tongue. Both of their tongues lashed together and apart, tasting the other when they were together and exploring when they were apart. Logan repositioned himself because twisting unnaturally to the side was starting to wear on him. Scott felt sparks run down his spine when the man above him straddled his hips.
There were more pieces of clothing on Wolverine than Cyclopes could care for. The leather jacket was unzipped already and came off easily. He tossed it somewhere behind him and in the back of his mind hoped it wouldn’t scratch any of his cars. Logan’s t-shirt came next but it was quite a bit more difficult. For one, they had to break their kiss, and for two, Cyclopes had to concentrate on the removing of the garment instead of on the amazing chest that was about to be bared to him. Scott sat up a bit and grabbed the bottom of the shirt then began to tug up.

The entirety of the animalistic chest revealed had him forgetting what he was doing. His hands let go of the shirt and pressed against the black haired chest. They rubbed and scratched, causing Logan to practically purr while yanking off the rest of his shirt from his forehead. It landed somewhere neither of them cared about.

Lips, Logan wanted lips against his again. Both of his hands framed Scott’s face and pulled it closer, but also gave room for Scott’s hands to continue roaming across his chest. Scott didn’t have to be “told” twice to know what Logan wanted. He gave it easily, wanting the same thing himself.

Logan’s hand left the slightly stubble covered face down toward the shoulders and then onto the back. He felt the rippling muscles on Scott’s back, relishing them. Scott’s hand traveled toward Logan’s abs and out lined the six pack there. The action sent a jolt through his brain; he had fully remembered the dream he had been having. He stopped moving.

“Where you doing this to me in my sleep,” Cyclopes inquired of the man on top of him.

For a moment Logan faltered in his movements, surprised that Scott had stopped and gone stiff. “Yeah, I was. Do you have a problem with that?” He blushed, but quickly covered it with hardly menacing scowl that showed most of his teeth.

Scott looked at the small fangs that he had been running his tongue over moments before. They almost sparkled. They were quickly covered by Scott’s mouth.

With the rest of the doubts and questions out of the way they continued ravishing each other with a new energy. Each touch sent fire through the other’s body and the more they touched each other the more they wanted to rid themselves of whatever clothes they had left.

Scott was about to attempt to work on Logan’s brown leather belt while at the same time keeping his lips pressed firmly against him when Logan pulled his hands away.

“Wait,” Wolverine said breathlessly. He was panting heavily and his chest moved up and down with large spasms.

Scott didn’t want to wait, he tried to tear his hands away from Logan’s but neither man could budge.

“Scott, wait. I need something out of my pocket before you throw my pants away.”

Ah, so that was the reason. As long as they started again once the object was removed from the pocket he didn’t really care. His arms relaxed, inviting him to let go and retrieve whatever he needed.

Logan did just that, pulling out a small tube from his back pocket and setting it down beside them, but far enough away that it wouldn’t hurt either of them if they got a bit…rambunctious.

Scott tried to read the label to see what was so important that they had to stop their passion but couldn’t see it before he set it down. Logan watched, rather, assumed that, Scott’s eyes lock onto the clear tube as it made its way to the floor. He could tell that Scott was deeply curious as to what it was.

“We’ll need it later.” He said just before he pushed Scott forcefully onto his back with their hands linked and above Scott’s head. Their lips met again, with a force that would make any normal men bleed, and tongues swirled viciously.

Logan had made some sort of switch in his emotions when he had set down the lubrication. He had looked at Scott’s prone form and realized just how long the feelings had been stirring inside him. Apparently he had been waiting for a long time just for this moment with Scott. He couldn’t wait any longer.

Forcefully grinding their erections together, Wolverine growled deep in his throat and broke his lips away from Scott’s. He sunk his teeth into the soft flesh of Cyclopes’ neck, causing the wound to bleed freely and Scott to moan and arch his back. Their cocks were pressed against each other’s so hard that Wolverine couldn’t stop growling and Cyclopes ground his teeth so hard that it sounded like a tree being sawed down.

Wolverine transferred both of Scott’s hands to one of his, still holding it above the other’s head. With his now free hand it was easy to remove his belt and unbutton his pants. He only pushed them down with his one hand a bit and pulled them the rest of the way off by almost running in place and keeping his pants on the ground with the balls of his feet when they came down. This allowed him to have a free hand to trail up Cyclopes’ abdomen to his left nipple. He tweaked and pulled on it roughly, and once he was free of his pants his mouth joined in on the other nipple.

Scott bucked and groaned in response to what the other man was doing to him. His hands were becoming red around the wrists because of his restraints and his attempts to free himself. It was excruciating torture, and yet, unbelievable pleasure at the same time. A bittersweetness he couldn’t get enough of.

Wolverine ground his erection against his partner again and it become obvious to Scott that Logan wasn’t wearing underwear. Neither was he, actually. Logan must have removed them when he wasn’t paying attention, because they were both completely naked and Logan had a death grip on his hips. He deduced that his hands were also free, seeing as he felt both of Logan’s on his hips.

For a second everything seemed to stop. Time froze and the two men stared at each other with eyes full of lust. Suddenly Logan grabbed the clear tube and flipped the top open to squirt some of the thick fluid onto his right hand. It was painfully obvious to Scott what was in the bottle now, but he didn’t really have time to think about why Logan had had it in his pocket before he felt a finger circling his entrance.

A moan so loud it shook the bike near them escaped from the younger man’s lips, followed by a soft whimper as the finger slipped in. It was slightly painful, but only because he wasn’t anywhere near used to it. After a minute of exploration he relaxed and another finger joined the first to prepare him even further. Scott squirmed and his eyes opened to lock onto Logan’s. What he saw was a devilish and possessive look that was directed at him. The two points of his slightly ruffled hair seemed to turn into devil horns but they were offset by his glowing smile. The look burned itself into Scott’s memory and set his soul on fire. He groaned and whimpered again, relaxing himself and prompting Logan to do more.

He did, and began scissoring his fingers to increase the opening’s size even further. As he did so he brushed against a “lump” inside Scott. Scott’s eyes flew open again and he screamed, his convulsions almost forcing Logan’s fingers out of his body. Logan realized he must have hit his prostate, and it was a major point of interest.

Wolverine touched his fingers to it again, this time keeping them there unmoving. Scott yelled again, vibrating the air in Logan’s lungs. It caused his erection to throb heavily. It was time.

As Logan removed his fingers Scott whimpered and whined, grinding his erection against the one above him. It was easy for Wolverine to pin his hips back against the concrete and spread his legs far apart with his knees. He used the rest of the lubrication on his hand on himself, moaning at the needed touch.

Scott new what was coming next, and when Logan looked directly at him, questioning, he nodded quickly. It would probably be painful, but if that’s what he had to go through for Wolverine to touch that spot again he didn’t care.

With Cyclopes’ permission he pressed his throbbing cock against the tight pink opening. He rubbed around it, causing another moan from both of their lips, for a second before pushing his head in. Scott whimpered in pain and pleasure, feeling the same bittersweetness from before.

Logan waited for only a moment before thrusting in another inch. Another whimper, another inch, a louder whimper, a longer thrust. It was only a few seconds before Wolverine had buried himself to the hilt in Scott’s tight, hot, cavern and was finally able to wallow in the feeling. It was tight, an amazing tightness that he never had experienced with a woman. And warm, dear God was it warm.

Scott was delighting in his own feeling of Logan’s hot cock searing through his bowels when he stopped. He took deep breaths, calming himself and relaxing. He knew Wolverine probably wouldn’t move until he was completely acclimated to the length inside him, and Scott couldn’t handle waiting more than a couple seconds.

Luckily, only a few seconds of heavy breathing passed before Cyclopes felt ready. He started squirming around, hoping to wake Logan from his haze and get him to do something. Logan started, feeling the other man tighten and relax around him and knew he could continue.

He pulled out slowly, his heart falling to the pit of his stomach because his dick didn’t want to leave the warmth. But it jumped back up into his chest when he lost his control and thrust back in with passion. Scott yelled and arched his back, his own heart happy to have Logan back inside him.

Wolverine continued to thrust at a steady pace, slowly pulling out and quickly thrusting back in. However, he noticed that Scott was becoming restless again after a few thrusts like that. He sped up, sped up again. He was building, fast.

However, Scott wasn’t keeping up with him. He had his hands on Wolverine’s hips and would clench them, and his teeth, every time he thrust back in, but there were no other signs that said he was approaching his peak. Then Logan remembered the sweet spot he had hit before, so he angled his next thrust toward it.

Scott screamed, his back arching so much Logan thought it might break. He continued to hit Cyclopes’ prostate, listening with pleasure to the sounds that the touch created. Each moan, groan, yell, and scream sent him further toward his peak. Only a couple more thrusts and he would be gone.

Scott couldn’t believe how he was feeling. He was finally together with the one he lusted after and he was about to explode. Without warning he felt Wolverine’s searing hand on his member which made him buck like he had before.

It only took a couple pumps of that hand and three more touches to his prostate to send Scott over the edge. He screamed Logan’s name as he came, his juices flowing down the other man’s hand and onto his own chest.

With the convulsions caused by Cyclopes’ climax, Logan hit his own, also yelling Scott’s name second after he heard his. The man under him felt the warmth of Logan’s seed flow into him and he smiled.

Wolverine collapsed on top of Scott, pulling himself out and smearing the other man’s jizz over both their abs. They breathed heavily in tandem for a while before either of them could speak.

Scott broke the silence first. “Why did you happen to have lube in your pocket?”

Logan blushed slightly; luckily his face was buried in Scott’s chest. Blushing was something Logan just didn’t do, but it seemed Scott was changing that. Scott could feel the heat radiating from the other man’s cheeks, but didn’t mention it

“When I came back today I smelled you. I smelled eagerness, and your desire. I realized I had been thinking the same thing. I was going to leave to make sure I wasn’t mistaken about your feelings. I thought I might need the lube…for when I thought about you.”

Scott found himself blushing deeply as well, flattered in some way that Logan was going to masturbate while thinking of him. “I see.”

They remained silent again for a while, letting the awkwardness fade away.

“Why were you sleeping and having a wet dream about me in the garage,” Logan inquired, breaking the silence for the second time.

Scott felt his blush return yet again. “Uh, I decided to stay out here for the night to make sure you wouldn’t leave—leave me—again. I must have fallen asleep,” he replied. He wasn’t looking down at the man on top of him, instead he concentrated on the ceiling of the garage as he continued. “I even had an excuse if you did decide to leave, that I just guarding my bike. Honestly, I really don’t care about the machine now, she’s more yours that mine. After not having her here for so long--”

His rambling was cut short by Logan’s lips over his. They stayed like that for a few minutes, enjoying the simplicity of a close lipped kiss, before Logan pulled away.

“Shut up,” he said with a grin that looked more like his usual smirk. “Let’s just go back to my room and sleep…or something.”

Cyclopes knew a suggestive hint when he heard one and he smiled, only to be replaced quickly by a scowl.

“Why your room, why not my room?”

“Because my bed’s more comfortable than yours.”

“No, it definitely isn’t. Your bed has horrible poking springs whereas mine has--” He cut he own ramblings off as he realized what he had just admitted. Sleeping in Logan’s room while he was away was not something he planned on ever admitting. He could feel the familiar blush creep over his face as Wolverine seemed to penetrate his sunglasses with his eyes.

“Heh,” was all he said to Scott’s admission. It became clear to Scott that Wolverine had probably been able to smell his scent in his bed and had only wanted Scott to admit that he had been there.

“Your bed it is then,” Logan continued as he stood, helping Scott up by the hand as well, “And you’re right. Your memory foam topped mattress is much more comfortable than mine.”