Title: Whirlwind

Author: Erika ([email protected])

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Rating: R

Pairing / Main characters: Wolverine/Cyclops

Series/Sequel: complete

Summary: Movieverse. Scott, unconscious, memory loss, depended upon Wolverine for his safety and comfort, angst ensues, deep hot sex happens... filmed at 11.

Disclaimer: X-men and all its properties are owned by Stan Lee, Marvel Comics and its affiliated companies.

Notes: A big hug of thanks goes to Pollyanna for transcribing the movie bedroom scene.

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Whirlwind

By Erika

 

/Where am I?/ Logan looked around but there was nothing to help him decipher where he was. He got up from the bed and staggered toward the fireplace. Memories of this place came back to him. He was in a cabin. A cottage he had lived in for more than two years, ever since he left the X-men. He had built this place deep in the Northern Territories, where he could finally achieve the peace and solitude he so craved. But all of that had ended four days ago with the arrival of Scott, Supreme Ruler of the X-men.

No. He was not being fair. Scott had come to see him for a specific reason. To fulfill a promise he had made to Jean, his beloved wife. Jean Grey had died over a week ago on a mission and her Will had stated that she wanted Scott to personally inform Logan of her death. The Professor had sent Scott over, hoping some time and distance would somehow help the grieving young man. Also, according to the Professor's letter the history, probably meant the animosity, Logan thought cynically, between them both might help Scott refocus his pain into a more productive outlet.

Logan moved closer to the fireplace, spreading his hands, absorbing the warmth. Scott was supposed to have left three days ago but an unexpected winter storm had prevented his departure. For the past few days, he and Scott had been circling around each other, both itching for a fight. Logan looked around the room. No sign of Scott. He couldn't even smell...

The idiot! Logan ran outside. Scott's snowmobile was gone. Damn him! Logan quickly went back to the cottage, got dressed and put on his protective winter gear.

~oo00oo~

Outside, in the freezing cold on his own snowmobile, Logan desperately tried to catch a whiff of Scott's scent but it was proving to be impossible. He continued on, cautious of the trees that gave little protection against the raging wind and instead acted as roadblocks he had to overcome. It was during one of those near misses where he almost crashed against the trees that he spotted a wrecked snowmobile. He stopped and quickly looked around ignoring the fear growing within him... of finding Scott's mangled body.

Logan sighed in relief when he spotted Scott's unconscious form, partly covered by the falling snow. He gently checked Scott for injuries and then turned the X-man around. Scott's broken visor fell off beside him. It was broken in half. The visor had protected Scott during the fall, absorbing the impact of him hitting his head against a large rock.

He reached over to touch the injured man trying to reassure himself that Scott would survive this crash.

It was then that he discovered a bump on the side of Scott's head.

Logan shook off his concern. He got up and with the use of his blades cut a few branches from the nearby tree. Quickly he created a makeshift stretcher. Once done he walked back to the wrecked snowmobile and opened the small carry on case that contained clothes, emergency kit, and an extra visor.

He gently picked Scott up and laid the injured X-man down on the stretcher, covering him with the extra clothes he had found in the carry on case.

Connecting the stretcher to the snowmobile, Logan slowly made his way back to the cabin, along the way cursing fates for making him play nursemaid to the preppy mutant.

~oo00oo~

Three days later and Logan was willing to admit defeat. He was worried. Scott was still unconscious and his laboured breathing made Logan worry about the possibility of pneumonia.

"Come on, Slim. Ya have to wake up." Logan found himself begging Scott, but he was met with silence. He sighed deeply and gathered the blankets closer to Scott's body. It was still cold outside and Logan had moved the bed closer to the kitchen taking advantage of both the heat provided by the stove and fireplace nearby.

Since Scott's injury Logan had been sleeping on the cot next to him, nursing the X-man back to health.

Logan left Scott's side to warm up more water. He added more firewood to the stove and put the water on to boil. He was the first to admit he wasn't that good a nursemaid. Logan heard Scott moan and went back to look at his patient, who was thrashing about. Not knowing what else to do, he laid down next to Scott, holding him in his arms. On the bed, Logan kept touching the younger man's hair trying to reassure him, hoping that somehow he would get through to Scott.

~oo00oo~

It was morning. He could feel the warmth of the sun surrounding him. The drapes must have been left open allowing the sun's rays to sweep through the room. He opened his eyes. It was still dark. He was wearing glasses.

He raised his hands to his face and took off the glasses. At first the light inside the room bothered him and his eyes watered. A tear drop ran down his cheek. He shifted in the bed and found himself unable to move. He was being pinned down by the body next to him.

He raised his hand and traced his fingertips lightly on the other man's face. Were they lovers, perhaps? Why couldn't he remember? He glanced around him, taking in the plainness of the room. His throat felt raw.

He shifted again and the arms around him tightened. The man beside him murmured a single phrase, "It's okay, Scott." So that's my name, Scott thought as he waited for his lover to fully awaken, still wondering where he was.

~oo00oo~

Logan guessed it must be around nine or ten in the morning, considering all that light coming in from the window. Last night he had left the drapes open allowing the moonlight to sweep in, watching as it settled on the figure beside him. A man whom... he stopped his thoughts. He refused to go there. Refused to examine the emotions that were growing daily. Emotions tied to the injured X-man who lay beside him.

He felt as Scott again shifted in his sleep. "It's okay, Scott." Logan opened his eyes and found himself staring straight into Scott's baby blues. "Slim?"

Scott smiled and in a raspy voice answered, "I thought my name was Scott."

"Your eyes," Logan found himself speechless.

Scott just lowered himself back on the bed, resting his head on the pillow. He rubbed his temple. "My head hurts and my eyes feel itchy."

Logan sat up and searched for the displaced visor. "Here put this on."

"Why?" the tired X-man asked.

"Because I said so."

Scott just continued staring at him and Logan found himself staring back. He never before realized how much of Scott's stiffness, aloofness, was a result of his eyes being hidden from the world. Nobody looking at him now would call him stiff, ice pick, tundra, Preppy okay he conceded that regardless of what Scott wore he would still refer to him as Preppy, but never cold. Not with those eyes that showed the world every thought and feeling. They were a window to the X-Leader's soul; a very confused soul, if Logan interpreted things correctly.

"Where are we? And who are you?" Scott finally asked, breaking the silence between them.

"My name is Logan. Do you remember your name?"

Scott tilted his head to the side. "You called me Scott." Uncertainty now filled his voice.

Mild amnesia? Maybe that bump to Scott's head had been more severe than he initially thought. "Scott," he confirmed. "Your name is Scott Summers."

Logan watched as Scott again dropped his gaze, he frowned slightly, his lips pursing together. "I don't remember you or this," he said spreading his hands across the bed. "Why can't I remember?"

~oo00oo~

Scott watched Logan from the window. He still had no memory of the people Logan had described for him, let alone of the man whose name and face he bore. He ran his hand through his hair and then drew his arms tightly around himself. All he knew was that he did not want to leave this place. He felt safe here, next to Logan. That first night, after he had awoken from his injuries, Logan had described the X-men. Told him about the Professor and his mission. Told him about his wife... a wife. Dead and buried. A mission gone wrong, a promise made and fulfilled.

Scott rested his head against the window. Logan had told him how much Scott had loved her. They had been a perfect couple. And all the while Logan had described her something had simmered inside of him, a feeling of jealousy for the warmth he detected in the other man's voice. And that brought up another question, Logan. What was his true relationship with the man? Friends? Lovers? Enemies?

Scott walked away from the window and sat at the foot of the bed. He lay down and stared at the ceiling. He felt guilty, ashamed. He couldn't remember loving that woman who is... was supposed to have meant so much to him. He felt guilt for wanting, craving, someone else, the man who now lay beside him. His body, his mind, his soul felt nothing for her - his wife. But he had memories of them, all three of them together. Of Logan in a mansion, a bedroom, arguing, posing, two alpha males circling each other. His body screaming 'take me' wanting to cave in but refusing.

Each night his mind would replay the scene, desperately trying to understand what it meant. He sighed deeply and rubbed his tired eyes. Scott walked over to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. Two confused bright blue eyes stared right back. He heard the front door open. Maybe it was time he got some real answers.

~oo00oo~

Three days had passed since Scott had first awoken with memory loss and Logan had tried to answer Scott's questions but he too was at loss as to what had occurred.

The only thing he could think of was, either the recent bump to Scott's head had reversed the prior injury, or the area of the brain that caused the memory loss might have affected the X-leader's mutant ability. Indeed if Scott had no memory of the initial trauma that had caused his disability, leaving him permanently dependent on the visor, as far as Scott's body was concerned the childhood accident never occurred.

He did not know what to do except force Scott to carry the visor with him, everywhere. Logan admitted he did not have the heart to force the X-man to wear it permanently, thinking that when things got back to normal Scott should at least have a few memories of what it was like to see the world without it.

Logan bent down to pick up the firewood. He could feel eyes on him, and knew Scott was at the window watching his every movement. Wolverine sighed deeply and carried the wood back to the cabin. This was another thing he did not know how to handle, Scott's growing dependence on him and his reaction toward it.

From the initial moment he gazed into those clear, blue, vulnerable eyes Logan knew he had lost the battle raging within him. He wanted Scott, but not like this. He did not want Scott to wake up one day and realize the mistake he'd made. No, Logan wanted Scott conscious of this, to know what he was getting into. But it was easier said than done.

Every night lying next to that body had strained all of Logan's control. He would have happily slept on the cot beside the bed but Scott had insisted on this sleeping arrangement. Logan admitted that by sleeping next to the young X-man, it allowed him to calm Scott faster during his turbulent sleep.

He did not, however, know how much of this he could handle. A part of Logan wanted to send Scott back to the Professor but he feared what the trip would do to Scott's still weakened body. The X-leader was still recuperating and Logan did not want to chance a relapse.

Logan opened the cabin's door. Scott was nowhere to be seen but he could still scent him nearby. He arranged the wood near the fireplace, took off his jacket and turned around when Scott called to him.

"Logan?" Scott hesitantly asked.

"Ye, bub?"

Scott stood in front of him fidgeting. "Um..."

Logan went to Scott's side and hugged him. God! Scott was trembling like a frightened colt. "Slim?" Logan felt something wet touch his cheek.

"Logan, please," Scott pleaded as his lips sought Wolverine's. Contact. He needed to be touched.

"Scott..." that was all he was able to say. Logan knew he would not be able to deny the need in Scott's eyes. Good intentions be damned. He raised his hand and touched Scott's lips gingerly. He leaned toward him and kissed him, open mouthed, first sucking gently on the bottom lip allowing his hands to travel down Scott's back bringing the other man's body closer to him. Moulding it to perfectly fit with his own.

Scott moaned and Logan found himself grinning. Wolverine gently manoeuvred Scott toward the direction of the bed. He lifted the younger man and Scott's legs wrapped around Logan's waist. He could feel the X-man's growing arousal and his responded in kind.

As he laid Scott on the bed, Logan asked, "Are you sure?"

"Yes... No... I mean... I just. I'm sorry." Anguished pain-filled blue eyes stared back at him.

Logan could do nothing but hide his disappointment. "It's okay, kid," he said as he ruffled Scott's hair.

"No, it's not!" Scott answered hotly, closing his weary eyes and turning to his side. His heart was beating too fast. In anger he punched his fist into the bed.

Logan lay next to him, offering the younger man whatever comfort he could. "I know what it's like to look around you and wonder where you are or more importantly who you are, not knowing what to do." Hearing his words Scott snuggled closer to Logan, seeking warmth, acceptance, away from the confusion he currently faced. His back touched Wolverine's chest. Silence filled the room. How could he explain the turmoil building up inside of him? The memories that provided more confusion than answers.

"Logan?" Scott said turning to face the other man.

"Hm." Logan smiled at him reassuringly, his hand tracing Scott's cheek.

"Thank you... For not pushing, for understanding, for just holding me right now."

"Anytime. I'll be here for you. Rest now." Scott closed his eyes and soon Logan heard him enter into a peaceful slumber.

~oo00oo~

Same dream, each night.

Again we were in a mansion, a room. I'm standing by the door staring angrily back at you. How could you? How could they?

Feeling my anger from across the room, Jean looks up, from behind Logan and finally notices me. "Scott!" she says. Logan lets go of her wrists and she drops her hands looking a bit embarrassed.

I swallow, seething. She has done this before. Played him. Now, it was Logan. In the past, it had been Warren.

Jean confuses my anger with jealousy and she smiles back at Logan. "Goodnight, Logan." Walking out of the bedroom she brushes past me and as I turn to let her pass, she pauses, leans forward and whispers, "I'll be waiting for you." I nod, hardly aware of her walking away, or of her words, far more interested in the man in front of me.

Logan turns to me, raises his eyebrows and says, "You gonna tell me to stay away from your girl?"

I look up at him. "Well if I had to do that she wouldn't be my girl." I smile thinly.

Logan steps forward, clasping his hands behind him. Posturing. Menacing. Challenging.

"Well then I guess you got nothing to worry about, do you..." he pauses and says mockingly, "Cyclops?"

I smile brightly. "It must just burn you up that a boy like me saved your life, huh?" Logan stops walking forward. He doesn't look happy. I carry on speaking, "You gotta be careful," my eyebrows rise up over my sunglasses as I continue, "I might not be there next time." Point made.

I finally lean forward to catch hold of the doorknob. "Oh, and Logan... stay away from my girl." The door closes on Logan looking grim and I find myself chuckling in the hallway.

Suddenly the bedroom door re-opens and Logan reaches out grabbing me by the jersey.

"What?" Was all I was allowed to say before Logan picks me up and throws me on the bed. "Umph." God. My clothes were being ripped from my body. Blades unsheathing, cutting through the barrier between them. My black jersey ripped to shreds. Lips along my throat. A hand travelling down my chest, the other, holding the back of my head. A knee coming in between my legs, spreading them apart. I’m arching into that warmth, moaning into the other man's lips. "Yes."

Too fast. Too soon.

Being marked. Being taken. So much heat between us.

"Please," I moan, watching as Logan's hands map my body, and as the other man settles just above the zipper of my pants. Bending down, using his teeth Logan takes the zipper down. I find myself gasping aloud. Logan smiles at me. A feral smile. He then bends his head again and breathes in my scent. Using his blades he cuts away the rest of my trousers, with the exception of my boxers. Slowly, nipping at the barrier that separated him from engulfing me completely, Logan using his teeth tugs at the front of the boxer until my already stiff cock breaks from its constriction.

"Logan, what are you...?" We can't be doing this? Can we?

One last pull at those boxers and I was finally naked. Logan undressed hurriedly taking off his sweat suit, throwing it to the floor. Leaning over me, Logan kisses me on the lips, then along my throat, a nipple is played with, a tongue comes out to caress an area just above my navel and then Logan's head comes down to gently lick the top of my hard cock. "Logan," I moan aloud.

The dream then changes and instead of my hand running through short dark hair, I find it tangled up in long fiery red hair. Jean. I arch into that mouth slightly in shock, silently screaming, "No."

I turn my head away, pulling at her hair trying to get her off me. "Don't want this. No!"

~oo00oo~

Logan had been sleeping soundly next to Scott when the other man's continued movement awoke him. He tried to calm Scott down by bringing the younger man's body closer to his. He caught a whiff of Scott's growing arousal that had now permeated the room. He hardened slightly, as Scott rubbed up against him moaning in his sleep. Logan moved as if to get off the bed but the sight of Scott's aroused body stopped him.

For Logan the need to touch the other man grew stronger but he couldn't allow himself to take advantage of the situation. He almost changed his mind when he heard Scott moan his name. Then Scott violently screamed, "No!"

"Scott." Logan shook the other man forcing him to wake up.

"Oh, god. Logan," Scott murmured.

"It's okay, Slim. I'm here."

"I saw her." Scott cried in the other man's chest. "I saw her."

It took some time before Scott was able to calm down. "You told me I loved her," he finally was able to say.

"You did. You do," a very confused Logan answered. He had seen them with his very own eyes. Scott loved her, as for Jean, well, that was another story.

"No." Scott shook his head. "Maybe in the beginning, but towards the end... I don't think so." Keeping his eyes closed he turned his face away from Logan's. "She should have been loved. In the end she should have been loved but it wasn't by me." Silence filled the room. That was when Logan noticed that throughout all of this Scott had not opened his eyes. As he reached over to touch Scott's cheek the younger man flinched away.

"Do you need your visor?" Logan asked already knowing the answer.

"Yes," Scott answered back in a small voice.

Logan handed him the visor that had been kept on the night table beside the bed.

Scott sat up, putting the visor on. A small red light appeared flickering left and then right, an indication that his powers were now back. And with those powers his memories.

They both stared at each other. Neither one spoke.

"Scott," Logan started to speak.

"I have to go, can't stay here," Scott told him as he got off the bed and shakily made his way to the bathroom.

"We have to talk about this," Logan insisted.

"No." Scott finally looked at Logan. "Please, let this go."

"Is that what you really want?" Logan asked, controlling his instincts that demanded he push Scott to answer his questions, like 'what the hell was going on?'.

Scott brought his arms around himself and painfully answered, "It isn't what I want, Logan. It is what I need to do."

There wasn't much left to say and Logan watched as Scott walked away from him.

~oo00oo~

Ten hours had passed since his last conversation with Scott. Ten hours of silent hell. During that time Logan had contacted the Professor via his two-way radio, first contacting the RCMP attachment and asking them to pass on the message that Scott was ready to go home. He should have done this days ago at the start of the winter storm, before Scott's accident but it was too late now to second guess himself.

As for Scott, the X-leader was avoiding him, staring intently at the fireplace, seemingly unaware of his surroundings.

"Logan?"

"Yes," Logan answered tersely.

Scott sighed deeply. "Never mind."

Silence again settled between them until it was broken by Scott's husky voice. "I have always loved her and that was the first mistake I made." Logan watched him from where he stood by the window. "I never thought to question it, to explore my feelings for her, believing it to be love of the purest, not realizing there are many variations to the theme." Scott leaned back against the chair. "I just didn't know. Call me a fool, but I didn't know there were other kinds of love that are chaotic, needful, always moving." He laughed harshly. "I assumed that what I felt for her, this calmness, acceptance, was love not realizing I was confusing it with friendship. I wonder if she knew how I truly felt. If she hoped that in time my feelings would grow and mature? I will never know."

Logan moved away from the window and sat next to Scott.

"All I know is that the moment you entered our lives, I stopped loving her and started wanting you. I wasn't jealous of you, Logan. I was jealous of her."

"I didn't know."

"Yeah, I kind of figured that when you left and I had no choice but to put away all my thoughts of wanting you. So, I married Jean. A part of me hating every moment." Scott turned to his side and looked directly at Logan. "I was thinking of leaving her when the accident happened and then all my problems were solved except for the guilt that wouldn't go away. The guilt that was consuming me."

"Scott." Logan reached over to hug the grieving man and was relieved to see Scott accept his embrace.

"I dreamt of us every night I was with Jean. What if that day in your bedroom instead of arguing about your interest in her I had pushed you to the bed and kissed you? Or I had let you take me there in the hallway? Or... well you get the point. It just wasn't fair to her, to me, and when the Professor told me about the will I thought maybe this way I'll get over my obsession, get it under control. Stomp it down for good if necessary... but that didn't happen. It grew until I couldn't stand being in the same room with you. So I left and here we are here."

"Then why leave?" Logan asked trying to understand. Surely, Scott didn't think he'd let him just walk away after telling him all of this?

"I don't deserve this, Logan."

"Oh, for the love of..." Logan quickly closed his mouth. He couldn't screw this up. "Do you want me?"

"Yes."

"Good. Good," Logan said sighing in relief. "You know, Scott, maybe Jean did know. After all in the end she sent you here, to me."

"You think?"

"How else can you explain it?" They both sat there, just holding one another. "You can't blame yourself for her death, and you can't stop yourself from living. It is not fair to you or the memory of her and, Scott... you did love her. Maybe not the way she was meant to be loved, but you did love her. Don't doubt that."

"So, what happens now?"

"We call the Professor and tell him you will be staying here for a while and then we are going back to bed. To sleep. Just sleep," Logan reassured Scott. "When you are ready we will explore this further, Scott. But only when you are ready."

~oo00oo~

Summer.

Months had passed, seasons had changed and summer was almost over. Logan moved about the small cabin, stalking his prey. He leaped forward, going over the couch, landing hard on the floor, hearing Scott's muffled laughter as he escaped.

The cabin door opened and Scott went out, running. A few minutes later Logan finally caught up with him, holding Scott against the tree, kissing him on the mouth. Both men moaning when Logan finally pulled down Scott's shorts, exposing him completely.

Teasing the younger man, Logan quickly brought him to climax and once done he stepped back, bringing his hand to his face, smelling the other man's scent on it and then he licked his hand.

Seeing this Scott moaned and stepped forward. "Logan," he whimpered.

Logan chuckled gently, kissing Scott one more time, pushing him to the ground, making love. Months spent getting to know one another, talking, laughing, playing, all leading up to this. Marking each other and in the process probably scaring the wildlife, that is if any were to venture close enough considering all the noise they were making.

Sedated. Fulfilled. No other words to describe this moment. No other words needed, except that next time they are doing this on a bed because he is pretty sure the thing that is poking him is not Scott but this really big pine cone.

 

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