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Scott remembered pain while he was kissing Jean.

That’s the first thing he felt, and the next thing he knew, he was falling. The gush of wind was deafening while he fell from a very high altitude. He knew he was going to die, whoever it was under the water, it wasn’t Jean.

That was his last thought before blacking out.

The next time he opened his eyes, he was blinded by the sun. Everything hurt and he seemed to be wet from head to toe. People with slanted eyes were looking down on him, poking and prodding at his skin, saying things that he couldn’t understand. His ears were ringing and he feels like vomiting.

He did.

Launching up, he wretched out bile as his throat burned painfully. People were still surrounding him, and Scott could feel the hysteria slowly clawing up his throat before he took a deep breath and tamped it down. He shook his head in hopes of clearing his mind but all it did was give him nausea. He pinched his skin instead and finally noticed where he is.

He was at the edge of the beach, as if somebody had either pulled him here or the waves dragged him. He looked around and noticed the people still surrounding him were wearing old garments.

Samue.

Scott briefly remembered a short memory where Logan was pointing out different types of Japanese traditional clothing to the kids.

He’s in Japan, and seems to be in a rural area. Chances of people knowing english is slim to none. Everyone was talking, hands covering their mouths as if Scott couldn’t heard them. Scott stood up causing his head to swim, the crowd surrounding him all stepped back, as if scared of the sudden movement. Scott could her his own ragged breath.

He needs to get home.

A familiar booming voice was suddenly heard, Scott looked up to see someone pushing away the crowd as if trying to get in the middle of the commotion. He was talking but Scott couldn’t understand what he was saying until Logan’s face was right in front of him.

He looked no less different from what he remembered, other than the fact that he’s also wearing a samue, looking as if he’s one of the locals. Looking back, he should’ve guessed that something was wrong.

“Where am I?” Was the first thing Scott asked.

“Nagasaki,” Logan answered.

If Scott was supposed to say something more to that, he felt his own eyes roll at the back of his head before collapsing onto the thick muscles of the person in front. Strong arms surrounding him was the last thing he remembered before he blacked out the second time that day.

He briefly noticed that he’s not wearing his visor and is able to see colors.

The next time Scott woke up, eh was lying on a mattress, albeit a bit hard on his back, but way better than the wet sand from earlier. Sitting up, Scott noticed the sudden change of his clothes, old Japanese garment with longe sleeves was haphazardly tied around him.

As if sensing his wakefulness, the sliding doors to his right suddenly slid open, revealing Logan who was carrying a wooden bowl.

“Hungry?” He asked.

“No,” Scott answered but the sudden growl of his stomach made him want to crawl under the covers.

“Wanna try answering again?”

He took a deep breath and stared at the white covers surrounding his waist, “I could use something to eat.”

Three bowls later, with Scott feeling a bit energized and full, Logan took a sit on the floor and stared at him, “Since yer fed, and I answered yer question before passing out, I think I get to ask first,” he said.

It’s strange, Scott thought, Logan seemed mellowed out, as if trying to be a nice person. Scott often sees Logan do this when it comes to literal toddlers.

“Okay.” He answered instead because it seemed reasonable.

“Where’d ya come from?”

That earned his eyebrows to furrow, “Westchester,” he answered.

“New York?” Scott nodded, “That’s an awfully far place.”

Scott said nothing, he didn’t know what was appropriate thing to say, not when his last memory of Logan was to tell him not everyone heals as fast as him.

“How’d ya get here?” He asked again.

“I—” Scott started, but didn’t know what to say or how to say it, “I don’t know.” Shouldn’t he also be asking this question to him? Logan can’t possibly be here when he’s at the mansion mere hours ago. What was going on?

Logan exhaled loudly, as if mildly frustrated, “Figures,” he mumbled.

“What’s going on?” Scott asked, after what seemed to be a second passed and Logan didn’t ask him anything.

Logan shrugged, “Hell if I know,” he answered, “You fell from the sky according to what the locals said around here,” he explained, “You a mutant or something? Alien?”

Scott stared, Logan should know the answer to that, why was he asking?

“Alright, keep it to yerself, I ain’t gonna press,” he said, “At least a name?”

Scott stilled, finally realizing why Logan was treating him with sudden patience, as if he was a kid. Logan doesn’t remember him, or if his hunch was correct, he doesn’t know him. Basing from the traditional clothes and housing, wooden utensils And the lack of electricity. Where he was wasn’t the question.

“You can call me Slim,” he answered, the first nickname popping up in his head, “And don’t treat me like a kid.”

Logan raised both hands as if surrendering, “Not treating you like a kid.”

“I’m not a kid,” he repeated.

“Already said ya weren’t,” he said, Scott said nothing to that, “So, Slim?” He asked, as if not believing the name.

“I fell out of the sky, I think I deserve a little privacy,” Logan’s eyebrow quirked as if agreeing, “And you?”

The older man stared at him for a second, “James.” He answered

That got one of Scott’s eyebrows to raise, “You don’t look like a James,”

“An old name,” He answered, “Ya have yer secrets, I have mine.”

Logan doesn’t trust him, and thinks Scott doesn’t trust him too. With a sudden exhale, the older man stood up and made way towards the door, sliding it open before turning around, “Once yer feeling up and about, ya can come out and talk to me, I’ll try and get ya home.” He aid before leaving and closing the door shut.

Scott stared down on the mattress.

That’s just it, he doesn’t know how to go home, not when he doesn’t even know how he got here.

“I need a place to stay,” Scott said, coming to sit in front of Logan on what seemed to be a dining table with short legs.

Logan stared at him, expression surprised, “That’s not the request I was expecting ya to ask,” he said, “Don’t’cha wanna go home?”

“I do,” he answered without a beat, “On my own time and without your help,” he added, having no idea how to explain to this version of Logan that going home doesn’t seem to be an option without little to no resources available to him, “I just need a place to stay for the mean time.”

Logan stared at him a second too long before tilting his head, “How old are ya?”

“I told you, I’m not a kid,”Scott replied offended.

“Just asking,” he reasoned.

Scott stared t him, they’ve been doing that a lot. “Twenty three.”

Logan scoffed, “Not a kid but awfully young.”

“Do not patronize me,” Scott almost spat. It’s already a problem that the future Logan already treats him like trash, he honestly doesn’t want to deal with another one of that treatment here, even if they wear the same face.

“Fine, but what’s in it for me?”

Scott blinked, “What?”

“Yer going to stay here, eat my food and use my things, to which I have to remind you, I’m awfully territorial,” he explained, reminding Scott of the Logan he got to know. The earlier patience suddenly gone, “What’s in it for me if I let ya?”

Scott stared at him, mind reeling for anything he has to offer. I quick glance and he noticed Logan staring down at him, eyes making a quick trail from up to down before returning ack to his eyes. He wasn’t even being subtle about it, making his intentions very clear.

Oh hell no.

“I’ll clean the house, do the laundry, I’ll do chores and I’m very good at it,” Scott immediately supplied before looking around the small house and seeing its disarray, “Seeing that you seem to need someone for it anyway.”

“Ya telling me my place is a dump?”

“You just did,” Scott pointed out.

Logan stared at him again, “Do you know how to farm?”

“I’m a fast learner,” Scott answered, truthfully, not that he was lying the whole time. He’s not aware if this version already trained to detect if someone was lying or not. It’s better safe than sorry. Skirting around a lie should be a doable to him, it wont be easy, but he can do it.

“Ya look like it,” Logan agreed. He then stared again a minute too long to be considered uncomfortable before shaking his head, as if to ay he lost an opportunity. The action itself made Scott’s blood boil, maybe he should’ve just pretended that he was a kid, “Relax, I ain’t asking you for yer body that way.”

“You sure looked like it was,”

“I know how to appreciate a view,” he said which was taken aback. Scott had a fare share of people calling him attractive, but not from Logan, never. All those times the older man called him pretty boy, thinking he was probably just trying to rile him up, was it more than just a derogatory term?

“Alright, if yer gonna stay here, I have house rules,” Logan announced when Scott was silent for too long, “This is a small town in Nagasaki, people are nice, but they’re gonna talk especially since ya don’t look like yer from here, so I suggest you stay indoors.”

“You said I’m going to do farm work.”

“That was a joke, do I like I farm?”

“Yes,”

“Gonna pretend I did’t hear that.”

“Farmers are very essential to livelihood, James,” Scott pointed out.

“I don’t know if yer trying to offend me or compliment me,” Scott just shrugged, “Second, I don’t give a shit what you do or not do, but my room’s off limits, I’ll know if ya were in there, so don’t even try.”

Scott’s already fully aware of his sense of smell, and it’s not like there’s anything in Logan’s room that he would need , knowing the older man in his timeline, he barely have anything, the same probably goes to this version. But maybe that’s an effect from losing your memories. Eyes subtly widening, Scott realized that he might be looking at the version where Logan haven’t forgotten anything yet.

“Third, what’s my business is my business, if I go out and don’t go home for weeks, that’s none of yer business,” the older man continued, “Respect mine and I’ll respect yours.”

Scott almost scoffed on that part.

“Fourth,” Logan leaned forward, “You fell from the sky, now I’ve seen weirder shit than that, been in one and caused one, if yer—”

“I’m a mutant,” Scott said cutting him off, “Or I think I still am.”

“Still?”

“I release optic beams from my eyes,” Scott explained, “I can’t turn it off.”

The silence between them was deafening, almost uncomfortable as it stretched on. Before Scott could open his mouth and kill the suffocating tension, Logan raised his right fist and popped out two bony claws before retracting them back inside. Scott wasn’t surprised from the movement, but more about the fact that it wasn’t made of adamantium.

“You showed yours and I showed mine,” Logan said instead.

“I didn’t show you anything.” Was Scott’s confused answer.

“It’s not like ya can.”

And honesty, Scott didn’t know if he should be offended by it or not.

Scott laid on the mattress Logan lent him. The pillow was hard on his neck so he just pushed it at the side and laid there, staring at the wooden ceiling, for once finally being able to see colors. It was night time, Logan had retreated to his own room moments ago, the older man’s probably asleep for hours now.

Slowly, Scott raised his hand and ghosted it over his eyes, as if expecting the feel of his visor still clamped down on his face. But he felt nothing. He wondered what had happened in his timeline. Did it stop? Or did it continue on. Did his friends thought he was dead? Maybe he was, maybe this was a sick effect before he really die, maybe if he close his eyes he’ll never wake up again?

Suddenly feeling as I there’s no air in the room. Scott got up and pushed out the doors, momentarily forgetting that he should slide it open. With frustrate fingers, Scott slid the doors open and sped out the small house and out into the dark surroundings.

The sound of the waves crashing made him take a long and deep breath, calming him down as the cold wind brushed against his skin.

He needs to get home, he wants to go home.

“Slim?”

Due to reflex, Scott turned around and thrusted his fist, and hit nothing but air since a rough hand had clamped around his wrist to refrain him from continuing further.

“Whoa,” Logan said, “It’s just me.”

“Sorry,” Scott said, breathless, “Reflex.”

Logan stared at him before looking around, head tilting up. He knew that action, Logan’s looking if anyone’s around. After a second of making sure that people are not up yet, Logan looked back at Scott and let go of his wrist, “How much time do ya need?”

“Not long,”

Logan nodded, “Do ya need company?”

Yes, “No,”

Logan nodded again, “Alright,” he said, “I’ll leave the door open.”

As soon as the older man went inside his house, Scott turned to look at the crashing waves in front of him. Suddenly remembering Logan’s multiple attempts of getting him out of bed when Jean died.

Scott’s back hurt.

Apparently, mops aren’t well known in this country just yet so Scott was left with wiping the floors with his hands. Also in the rural area, there’s no concrete, meaning the amount of weeds he has to pull out from Logan’s lawn took him hours o even reach half of the area clean when the sun started beating down on him.

Logan’s house isn’t a joke to clean, not when it felt like every nook and cranny wasn’t cleaned ever since he moved in. By the time Scott was finished, he already skinned his hands and he haven’t even started doing the laundry just yet, which he also have to do by hand.

Scott still don’t know what year it was, couldn’t find the right timing to ask the older man that won’t make him look like he travelled back in time. Not that it wasn’t true. But Scott had watch Back to the Future, film or not, he’s not going to mess with the timeline, it’s better to be safe than sorry.

True to his words, Logan had left and haven’t came back since early this morning, the last Scott saw him was when he had a short panic attack last night. He woke up later to an empty house with no food, only a letter was left, telling him to keep his part of the deal and that since he’s not a kid, he can make food for himself.

The handwriting felt like it was from someone back when Shakespeare was born. Scott briefly wondered when was Logan born because he did not expect to see this type of penmanship from the guy.

Killing some time, Scott found a straw hat in one of Logan’s belongings when he cleaned, tying a handkerchief around his head and putting it on/ Scott went out to search for the spot where he fell. It had taken him approximately five minutes when a sweet looking lady got up to him and asked.

“Anatahadare?”

Scott stilled, not knowing what to say, nor even understand what she just said. He opened his mouth and closed, repeating the action over and over again, thinking of a way to get out of the situation with minor casualties.

“Kare wa bokutoisshoni imasu,” A familiar voice said behind, a rough hand clamping dow hard on his shoulder, looking up, he saw Logan wearing a fake smile as he sweet talk the lady in front.

“It hasn’t even been a day and ye’v broken a rule already,” Logan snapped the minute they got indoors, he stopped and looked around, “Ya really cleaned.” He said, surprised.

“I know how to keep my end of the bargain, James,” Scott pointed out.

“Not the point,” Logan immediately said, shaking his head as if reminding himself why he was pissed in the first place, “And what the hell are ye wearing?” He asked, gesturing his whole face.

“I was trying to be discrete.”

“Discrete?” Logan repeated, “Might as well put an arrow sign over yer head with that look, yer not even a farmer,” he said, snatching the straw hat off Scott’s head.

Scott was supposed to say that he was trying to hide his facial features since he doesn’t look asian, but what came out of his mouth was very different, “Your also not farmer but you own a straw hat, why do you even have that?”

“Like I said, nice people,” Logan answered, he didn’t elaborate more from it. Logan rubbed his face and exhaled, “What the fuck are ya even tryna do?”

“I was trying to look at the place where I fell,” Scott deadpanned.

“And that make a difference because?”

“I’m trying to get back home, James, if that’s not obvious enough for your little brain to actually understand,” Scott finally snapped, frustratingly untying the double knot he did on the handkerchief he wrapped around his head, “I think back tracking is actually one of a good reason to start.”

“I could just ship off a boat and you’ll be on yer merry way.”

Stupid Scott thought, time cannot heal this man’s stupidity, “Need I remind you that I fell off from the sky, a stupid boat wont get me home, what did you honestly think?”

Logan shrugged, “Waddya want me to do, Catapult ya towards the sun?”

“I’d die,” Scott deadpanned, again.

“Ya seemed awfully fine falling from that high.” He pointed out.

Scott was so close from pulling off the damn handkerchief off his head, along with his hair, “I’m not, from here, James,” pissed, he just yanked the clothe off, ripping it apart.

“I think ya already got that covered.”

“You don’t fucking get it!” Scott finally yelled, “I’m not from here, nor anyplace you’ll ship me off to. I, am not, from here!”

And then silence, his ragging breath could only be heard. He was fisting his hands, feeling the painful dig of his nails on his the skin of palm. Logan stared at him, studying, his expression didn’t give away anything if he understood what he meant.

Scott’s supposed to be dead, but he’s here, someone who wasn’t Jean sent him here and he doesn’t know why. He just wants to go home. He needs to be home, the kids still need him there. Scott shouldn’t have left it the first place, he got so much to do.

“C’mon,” Logan finally said, “I have herbs that could help you with your skinned knuckles.”

“You’re not going to ask me where I’m from?” Scott asked instead.

“You have yer secrets, I have mine.”

And that was the end to it. Logan didn’t ask more, nor said anything from earlier’s event. He just silently cleaned Scotts knuckles and threw him a new change of clothes (That looked like it was newly bought) telling him he should take a bath because he stinks.

Scott later found himself sitting quietly in the bathtub, looking at his bruised fingers, wondering when was the last time someone did this to him since Jean died.

Scott can’t sleep.

He laid on the mattress, counting sheep in his head, after reaching a thousand he stood up and went out the room. Usually he burns the midnight oil through the Danger Room, but there’s no danger room here, only the wooden walls of Logan’s house.

“Where do ya think yer going?” Scott stopped and turned around to see the older man standing in front of his room, looking like he waiting for Scott.

“I can’t sleep,” was his only reply.

“Ya going back to the place ya fell?”

Scott looked out the window, hearing the strong waves crashing from afar, “The tides are too strong,” he said, “I just need something to distract me.”

Logan stared at him, watching his stiff posture probably hearing his rapid heartbeat,“This happens to ya?”

“All the time.”

Scott could feel the older man taking a few steps towards him, only stopping when he was at arm’s length, “Ya seem to take this all in quite well.” He stated, Scott knew Logan wasn’t talking about the night.

“I had a panic attack the first night I was here,” Scott pointed out.

Logan shrugged, “Still better than most,” he commented, “What do ya usually do when ya can’t sleep?”

“I—” I train myself in the Danger Room until the voices in my head stop, until I can’t move anymore, until someone else told me stop. Lately it had been you, telling me that it’s enough. That it’s not my fault. But Scott can’t say that, “I train.”

The caused one of Logan’s brow to raise, “You fight?”

Scott shrugged, “I know a few good moves in me.”

Logan stared at him, a smirk crawling up his mouth, “Alright, ya said you need distraction, right? I’m gonna be yer distraction.”

They later found themselves at Logan’s backyard, another area where Scott needs to pull out weeds from. What joy. The stood at the middle, with Scott flexing his fist, testing bruising around his fingers while Logan stretches his neck. It was dark out, only a small fire lamp lighting their surroundings, still it’s way brighter than wearing his visor

“One rule,” Scott says, “No mutation, seeing that I can’t even use mine.”

“Anything else, Slim?”

Scott stared at him, noticing the relaxed look on Logan’s face, as if underestimating him already, “Yeah,” he said, “Don’t go easy on me.” Logan only smirked.

They circled around each other for quite some time before Logan charged in, prepared, grabbed one of Logan’s outstretched arms and maneuvered their bodies. With Logan’s bones not covered in adamantium, Scott found it very easy to over throwing Logan over his head.

Shocked, Logan stared up at him with a stunned expression, “I told you not to go easy on me.”

The older man was silent for few second before a smile was breaking off his face. He huffed out a laugh and stood up with a jump, “This is gonna be fun,” he said, before charging again, but this time, he didn’t hold his punches.

It didn’t take long before Scott felt the familiarity between them. Punch after punch, kick after kick. For once, it felt refreshing, he feels relaxed. Remembering back in the days where he and Logan, his Logan, the one in his timeline, would often do this to burn off steam. To help Scott forget of his grieving, to remind him when’s a good time to stop. And for the first time, he found himself missing those nights.

The sudden realization put him off balance, causing himself make an opening for Logan to charge him at middle, pinning him on the ground with a smirk, “Yer eyes are pretty,”

Scott frowned and took this moment to flip them over, “That’s not really a complement to me.”

“You’re pretty,” Logan said, not making any move to fight back, “Anyone ever told ya that?”

Yeah, you, “Still not a complement.”

“I think this is enough for tonight,” Logan finally said, “You already reached yer limit.”

It was then that Scott finally noticed how heavy his eyelids were and his breathing ragged. He was spent, adding the fact that he haven’t slept well ever since he came to this place, he was more that spent. Scott fell down and laid beside Logan, staring up at the night sky, watching as the stars twinkle against the dark.

“Thanks,” was the only thing he managed to say before darkness consumed him.

If Scott later found himself sleeping on his bed, in his burrowed room, no one said anything.

It became a thing between them. Whenever Scott can’t sleep, just when he have one foot out of his room, Scott would find Logan sliding his bedroom door open. A silent agreement where thy would later find themselves sparing until Scott was tired enough to fall asleep.

In the morning, Logan would leave for hours and only come back at night bringing dinner, leaving Scott alone to clean and do chores, sometimes when and if Logan doesn’t leave for the day, he would escort Scott around town, in hopes of helping him find any way to go back home. It was a fruitless search, something Scott was already aware of, but it didn’t stop him from trying.

It was five days later when Logan came home early in the afternoon, right when the weather was scorching hot, Scott was in the middle of cleaning the bathroom that currently felt like a sauna. He wasn’t wearing any shirt, letting the sweat run down his body as he scrub the floor clean. Once Scott got out and found Logan standing at the doorway, staring at him, nostrils flared, Scott suddenly felt hot all over.

“Bathroom’s clean,” He told the older man instead, “You’re back early.”

Logan only stared at him, eyes raking over his body before roughly shaking his head, as if trying to pull himself together, “Ogun was busy.”

Scott’s eyebrows scrunched, “Ogun?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Logan said dismissively, “I’m taking a bath first.”

If Scott heard a few grunts from the bathroom, he pretended not to notice, and if Logan Scott grunting as well when it was his turn, it wasn’t mentioned.

The day continued like always, that was until the night came. This time, Scott can’t sleep for a whole different reason. He was fully aware that Logan’s at the next room, who can sense him when he’s aware or moving, can sense his heartbeat and smell his scent. Scott tried pretend as if nothing was between them, that everything’s still the way it was when he first met the guy in this timeline.

But it wasn’t like that anymore.

The tension they keep on dancing around back in his timeline, followed him here, creating the same stupid fucking tension between this version of the older man. It was easy to ignore at first, but even a few midnight sparring could spark the chemistry between them.

Scott stilled.

Chemistry?

What the hell was he actually thinking about?

Frustrated, Scott stood up and slid the door open, only to find Logan sliding the doors from his room open as well. They stared at each other.

“Same rules?” Logan finally asked.

“Same rules.” Scott agreed.

The punches where harder this time, as if frustrated because this isn’t what he wanted nor currently needed, but it’s enough to dampen down the energy that’s been building up inside them. Punch after punch, push after push. It’s as if their egging each other to break, waiting for someone to go first.

Scott later found himself on a head lock, he bashed the bak of his head on Logan’s head and took the older man’s surprise as an opportunity to throw him over his shoulder and pinning him down, fascinatingly watching his broken nose stitch each other up. It’s as if that was the last button to push, Scott found himself pushing himself down and kissing the older man.

Before Logan could reciprocate, Scott got a hold of his bearings and pulled away, “I’m sorry— I—” Scott was about to say but Logan only sat up and placed a hand on Scott’s nape, as if making him relax.

“Shut up,” Logan only said before they found themselves kissing each other, pushing and pulling as if to say this isn’t just enough. Tongues curling around each other, Scott moaned and hiked his hips up, feeling Logan’s hardening cock grind between his ass.

“Bed,” Logan breathed.

“Bed,” Scot agreed.

The continued to kiss as they try to head indoors. Scott parting his lips as Logan slid his tongue inside, mking him moan and arch. There was a thud and frustrated mumbled before Logan manage to slid the door open and drag them both inside, not caring if he closed the door shut.

Logan hoisted Scott’s waist causing for the younger man to wrap his legs around the older man, mouthing at his tongue as he ran his fingers through his hair, grinding his hips down making Logan grunt and growl. Scott found himself being laid down on a much softer futon, momentarily realizing they were in Logan’s room, he’s never been in here, he never tried getting in.

“Ya ever done this before?” Logan asked, breaking their lip lock.

“Yeah,” Scott replied, flushed and a little breathless.

“With a man is what I mean,” Logan corrected.

Scott stared and bit his lower lip, the action itself was enough of an answer for the older man, “Alright, I’ll try and make ya feel good,” he said before dipping head down to continue their make out session. Pulling at each other’s clothes as they continue, grinding their hips as if teasing each other for what to come next.

They were completely naked when Logan started going south as he kissed him, running a calloused hand inside the the sensitive skin of his thighs, making Scott’s muscle to jerk while feeling Logan’s mouth map over his body.

“James,” Scott panted, fisting the sheets of the bd as he did so.

Logan suddenly raised his head to look at him, “Logan,” he said, “Call me Logan.”

“Logan,” Scott said, testing the name on his lips, it had been a while since he last said his name, although he always calls him Logan in his head, saying his name out loud felt too real.

Logan continued on kissing his body until he reached Scott’s hardened cock, precome leaking from the tip of its head. Scott tried to look down when the older man’s lips enveloped his cock, the sudden warm wetness made him buck up and moan, a hand gripping on Logan’s shoulder, “Lo-gan—ah…”

Logan raised Scott’s right leg over his shoulder as he bob his head up and down, his free palm playing with Scott’s balls and the rim of his ass.

“Fuck—ah…” Scott clamped a hand over his mouth, feeling embarrassed of the noise he kept on making.

Logan pulled up and dragged Scott’s hand away, “I like it when I hear ya,” he said before kissing him, there was salty taste he found on Logan’s mouth, and knowing it was his made him feel hot and aroused.

With his free hand, Logan curled it around Scott’s wet dick and started a slow and tantalizing rhythm, making the younger man to whine against the older man’s mouth, hips bouncing up as he tried to chase the suction. Logan nosed the skin behind Scott’s ear and started sucking on skin where the neck and shoulder meet, Scott hissed and gripped Logans shoulder as his legs quivered and toes curled.

It’s too much, Scott thought, and yet not enough.

“Logan,” he plead, unable to recognize his on wrecked voice.

“I know, I know,” Logan said before pushing up and trusting his hand towards a bed drawer, searching for something before pulling out a bottle of body oil, “On your back, he ordered.”

“I’m flexible enough to take it on the front,” Scott told him, head filled with drowning lust.

“Damn,” was the only thing Logan said before diving back down to kiss him again, uncapping the bottle of oil with a soft pop.

Sitting up, Logan grabbed a pillow and placed it under Scott’s ass for a better angle. Scott could feel his face heating up from embarrassment of the position, he couldn’t help himself but cover his face with both hands. He heard Logan’s deep laughter making his traitorous dick twitch.

“Not like I didn’t see this already,” the older man said.

“Shut up.”

Scott’s hips jerked when he felt the first finger tease against his hole. He took a deep breath and tried to relax, letting the press down up to the first knuckle. Scott hips hardened, hands fisting against the bedsheets. It felt weird and foreign having Logan’s finger up his ass, but it sure doesn’t feel bad wriggling its way inside him. Grabbing the bottle of oil, Scott felt the warm liquid run down his ass, making him shiver and letting Logan’s finger slide deeper inside him. Scott moaned and turned his head to muffle his voice against the futon.

A hand coaxed him back on his back, only to see Logan watching him fascinatingly, “I told ya I want to hear it.”

“It’s fucking embarrassing,” Scott snapped.

“Says you,” he said before crooking a finger and something inside Scott erupted a quick but sudden pleasure. Scott’s hips stuttered and tried to chase the feeling, a whine escaping his mouth. Logan only laughed.

“Found it,” he said before pressing his finger over again on that spot. Scott moaned and started flexing his hips, trying to chase the feeling, sweat rolling down his flushed skin as he worked himself open on Logan’s fingers. The older man pulled his hand out and pushed in two fingers making Scott’s head press down while he pushed his chest out. He was breathing hard as pleasure deep inside him keeps on spiking up.

Logan came up and gave him open mouth kisses while scissor his fingers inside Scott, stretching him patiently. Scott gripped Logan’s shoulders in a bruising hold while his hips started to thrust up and follow Logan’s rhythm. When Logan pulled out and pushed in three fingers, Scott bit Logan’s shoulder and let out a strangled sound of pleasure at the back of his throat, his hips bouncing off the bed as Logan’s finger brush that spot over and over again.

“You okay,” Logan asked, lips ghosting over Scott’s plumped one.

“Are you seriously asking me that now—hhnggg,” Scoot all but moaned as the older man grind down on him, “Please, I’m ready, Logan, please fuck me, please…” he begged.

“Since you asked so nicely,” Logan teased, and if Scott wasn’t so aroused, he would’ve thrown his drawer at him.

Kissing him one last time, Logan pulled out his fingers and grabbed Scott’s leg over his shoulder, dribbling his dick with oil before positioning it directly towards Scott’s tight enticing hole, “Tell me if it hurst, and I’ll stop.”

Scott nodded and the first press against of the rigid organ against his as made Scott’s whole body to harden up, “Oh god,” he cursed, another press and Scott pressed his face against Logan’s neck, “Oh fuck…” he breathed.

“Want me to stop?” The older man asked.

“No, no,” Scott immediately answered, “Keep going, keep going.”

Another press and Scott whined. Feeling the sudden stretch and fullness a bit painfully uncomfortable. He could feel his own dick wilting from the feeling. Logan noticed this and stopped from pushing in, instead he circled his hips, trying to find a spot while slowing fondling Scott dick to harden back. Adjusting an angle an grinding down, the sudden leg twitch and moan that came of Scott mouth made Logan smirk.

He pressed down again on that spot and Scott moaned Logan’s name, funneling Scott’s cock as he continue to thrust against that sensitive muscle.

“Logan, don’t stop,” Scott breathed, “Don’t— ahh…”

“Fuck, you feel good,” the older man said, thrusting faster, harder. He let go of Scott’s dick and clamped both hands on the younger man’s waist, hoisting it up as he plow deep into the velvety heat. Scott whined and legs curled ad he try to find balance. Moaning out Logan’s name as the older man continues to move inside of him, hitting that pleasure zone over and over again.

Scott tightened his ass earning a Logan’s hips to stutter and buck up as he let out a groan, “God… fuck…” he breathed before he tried to return back to his rhythm. Scott did it again and Logan let out a moan and bucked his hips higher up, “You… fucker…”

“Faster,” Scott said instead, flexing his hips.

Logan pulled Scott up, making the younger man sat down on his lap as they grind their hips together, Scott moaned and his legs shook from unreleased tension, “Ride me,” Logan ordered and Scott felt the heat under his belly pooled.

Scott placed both hand behind him for balance before bouncing his hips, Logans hands splaying almost protectively on his waist, guiding his movements. With him being in control, Scott kept on hitting that spot that makes his knees quiver over and over again that he could feel the closing climax. Determined not to come first, Scott started tightening his whole as he push up, suctioning Logan’s dick and making the older man grunt buck up.

Without warning, Logan used his right hand and started jerking Scott off. Scott hims stuttered and he whined, balancing himself on one hand Scott tried to pry Logans fingers away, “Stop,” he pleaded, “I’m close, hngg— please…” he said, flexing his hips, chasing Logan’s hand, working himself on his dick as he does so.

“I know,” the older man said before he started thrusting up, over and over and over again until Scott’s legs gave up under him and his back arched.

“I’m gonna come,” Scott said, breathless, watching how own dick disappear and reappear on Logan’ hands, “I’m gonna—” Logan tightened his hold again and that finally pushed Scott towards the brink and came. His arms losing it’s strenght as he fell down, Logan managed to pull him up and press him against his chest as he continue to slowly thurst in and out of him, milking him until Scott shivered from oversensitivity. He whined, again.

“Shhh,” Logan said soothingly.

As soon as Scott felt relaxed enough, Logan began moving and thrusting in, trying to reach his own orgasm. When his hips started to lose its rhythm, he leaned his head on Scott’s shoulder, mouthing at the sensitive skin there and asked, “Can I? Inside?” The younger man all but nod as he felt Logan ram his dick up and came, grunting as he thrust up over and over again.

Scott briefly realized how intimate their position looked like.

He woke up before Logan, watching the older man’s face as he sleeps peacefully.

It wasn’t a pretty nor a handsome face. Logan looks fucking horrendous.

And yet, Scott found himself realizing how nice it would feel to wake up beside him. He imagined the sex would be … rough, wild, nothing but a form of stress release, he didn’t expect for the older man to be gentle about it. Not to mention he feels clean and doesn’t feel anything sticky up his ass, meaning Logan must’ve cleaned them up as Scott passed out.

Noticing a drool rolling down Logan’s face, that was pressed down on the mattress, Scott made a move to reach out and wipe it away when he noticed his own hand flickering off from existence.

Heart suddenly beating fast, Scott sat up and blinked, staring down on both hands, waiting for it flicker, but nothing happened.

What was that?

“Go back to sleep,” Logan said drowsily before pulling him in the waist and going back to sleep, “Still too early.”

It took a while before Scott fell back to sleep.

Scott stared at the food laid in front of him, porridge, because apparently Logan forgot to buy groceries. Before looking back up at Logan who was busily laying down his own bowl in front of Scott.

“The hell ya still staring for, Slim? Eat up,” Logan said before sitting down directly in front of him.

“What are you doing?” Was the only thing Scott managed to say, or ask for the matter.

“Trying to eat breakfast if that’s not obvious enough,” the older man said deadpannd.

“No, what I mean is, why are you still here? Don’t you have someplace to go early in the morning?”

Logan had a spoon halfway towards his mouth when he stilled to look at Scott and give him this expression as if whatever words Scott was spouting it pure stupidity, “Have ya only slept with brothrels?”

Scott spluttered, “What? No! I had a girlfriend.”

“Good, now go and fucking eat yer food if ya still want to go out and look for a way for you to go home,” Logan grumbled before chowing down on his flavorless breakfast. It was hard for Scott to finish the whole bowl.

The day continued, Scott wanted to say normal, but Logan’s been all up in his business. As if the term personal space was suddenly gone from his dictionary. The older man would always find a way to brush up beside him or hold his shoulder as they go through one place towards another. It was a total one-eighty and sScott was left confused most of the time.

It was later that day when Scott’s about retreat back to his room when Logan all but dragged him in his. Scott was already laid down on the futon, eyebrows furrowed when Logan started removing his clothes. Scott immediately sat up and raised a hand stop the older man from continuing further.

“Hey, no, wait,” He aid, “I am in no mood for sex tonight.” One is enough for him for the week.

“Who said anything about sex?” Logan asked, also confused.

What? “Why are you removing your clothes then?”

“Because it’s hot?” Logan answered, as if stating the obvious. Scott knew that, Scott’s already fully aware of Logan’s mutation, what he isn’t aware is this current situation between them.

“What the hell, Logan?”

“What do ya mean what the hell?” Logan repeated, eyebrows scrunching up.

“What am I doing in your room, didn’t you say it’s off limits?”

With an annoyed groan, Logan fell on the other side of his futon before pulling Scott down with him, “Just fucking go to seep and stop asking stupid questions.”

Scott stared at him, then stared at the surroundings. It took him a second too long to realize Logan’s treatment towards him, why the sudden change after sleeping together, why he kept on invading his personal space. In that moment, Scott didn’t know if the crushing feeling in his chest was his own or for Logan.

“You do know I’m still going to leave, right?” Scott said, hours later, nothing but the darkness of the night surrounding them.

He wasn’t expecting for a reply, but he got one nonetheless, “I know.”

“I’m not going to stay,” Scott says again.

“I know,” Logan replied again, before turning towards Scott’s side to stare at him, “I know yer gonna leave, I dunno when nor how. So let me have this,” Scott just stared, having no idea what to say. Never in his life would he be able to hear Logan say that to him, and yet here they were, “I know I ain’t the only one feeling this way.”

If Scott’s breath hitched, Logan pretended not to notice, “This is a bad idea, Logan.”

“I know, and I don’t care.”

“I care,” Scott seethed.

Logan only pulled him in and nosed his hair, breathing in his scent, “Then let’s try and make the most it, Slim.”

Scott was quiet for a moment, he took a deep breath and burrowed deeper onto Logan’s chest, “Scott,” he said.

“What?”

“My name is Scott.”

“Scott,” Logan said, as if testing the words on his mouth for the first time, hearing it felt weird, having been called as Slim for the past few days then being called by his real name with such delicacy, it was strange in a good way. Briefly, Scot remembered his Logan calling him the same way when he was trying to pull him out of the Danger Room.

Scott wondered, was the future Logan his Logan, or was it the one in the past, the one next beside him? He didn’t know anymore, not when he never had this with the older man in the future.

Scott stilled.

No, that wasn’t right. He could’ve had this. Staying here, and with Logan the only person he knows made him notice the older man that he hadn’t done in the past (future?). With or without the memories, they’re just the same person, same treatment, same tension. He just noticed it now.

Maybe, just maybe, no matter what time he gets thrown into, if Logan’s there, their relationship will always be the same.

“Go to sleep, Scott.” Logan grumbled drowsily, Scott could feel it against his chest.

It took a while before Scott managed to fall asleep. And not once did he wake up to need a distraction.

Scott woke up to early in the morning, it’s still a bit dark outside but the sun was starting to peek through the horizon. Sitting up, he could feel his own heartbeat ragging against his chest, he pressed a hand over it and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

But when he looked down, he saw himself flickering again, as if his body was fighting for existence.

Scott froze, for days he’s been trying to leave this pace, wondering how he would. But now knows how, it suddenly feels, unfair.

Not yet, please not yet

Then it stopped, he’s back to his solid form again.

Breathing hard, Scott looked down at the older man sleeping beside him. Knowing what future lies ahead for Logan and what would happen once he got his metal claws, Scott got up and briefly remembered that he saw a few threads hidden away when he was cleaning a few days ago. With that, he started working.

Scott was in the middle of pulling out weeds from Logan’s backyard when he felt the older man watch his at the open entryway, staring at him.

“Yer still cleaning,” it wasn’t a question.

Scott stood up and stretched his back, there was a satisfying pop that made him feel good, “Like I said, I know how to keep my end of the bargain.”

Logan nodded, before pulling out something from the inside of his right pocket, “What’s this?”

Scott turned to look at what the older man was presenting, it was a braided bracelet made with uncoordinated colors of threads. In Scott’s defense, there wasn’t much to use from, “A bracelet,” he answered.

Logan scratch the back of his head, staring at the bracelet before looking back at Scott, “Look, I’m not good at…” he started, before gesturing a hand between them, “This.” He finally added, “Whatever relationship expectations ya might have, I ain’t gonna be able to do that.”

“I assumed,” Scott agreed, “You don’t have to give me anything, honestly.” He added before hunching back down to return working, “it’s just a gift to remember me by,”

Then there was silence, the type that could suffocate him even if he’s in an open area. The type of silence where he was dreading for something to happen, in this case, for Logan to realize something.

“Scott,” Logan called.

Scott remained quiet.

“Scott,” Logan called again, this time closer, as he was walking towards him.

Scott still remained quiet, even until Logan was standing over him.

“Yer leaving,” again, it wasn’t a question.

Scott stopped and breathed out, “I don’t know when, but I know how,” he said still not looking up, still staring at the small clumps of greens that he’s been pulling for hours, “I can feel it happening soon, and I can’t stop it.”

The older man crouched down beside him, “Hey,” he said, still, Scott didn’t look up, “It’s fine.”

And Scott, Scott was pissed, “No, it’s not,” because it’s not, it’s not fine, nothing about this is fine. It’s not fine to be thrown into this place, get to live a life where he was just starting to get custom of, then just yank him back away. It’s not fine because a few years from now, Logan will forget everything that had happened here and will never be able to remember it again. It’s not fine that just when Scott get to realize something good for once in his life, it’ll be gone again in a blink of an eye.

Nothing about this is fine.

“It’ll be fine,” Logan said again, because what else can they do but to just accept it?

Scott finally looked up and stared at the face that he now realized was inches away from his. Seeing Logan’s face in color didn’t faze him, being that he was too preoccupied with other things. But now, it felt like he seeing it for the first time all over again. Without saying anything, Scott leaned in and kissed him.

It was slow at first, tantalizing, as if savoring the moment because they don’t know when they can do it again.

Logan started wearing the bracelet, though it doesn’t look good on him, (or in anyone for the matter) the older man refused to take it off. Scott found it oddly endearing.

It was currently night time, Logan had left early in the morning, something about training with a guy named Ogun. Logan’s been skipping for a few days and he can’t really skip another one. So Scott found himself sitting on the elevated floor at the backyard, watching the waves crash against each other.

He was just staring at the movement of the sea when he felt it, he din’t know how to describe the feeling, he just knew. Scott sat up straight and stared at his hands, it wasn’t flickering, it was disappearing, starting from the tips of his fingers.

“Scott,” Logan called out from the doorway, “I brought dinner, hope yer not sick of seaweed yet,”

Scott couldn’t reply, he was slowly watching has his hands disappear down to his wrist, “Logan,”he barely whispered. There must be something about the tone in his voice that got the older man hurrying his way towards the back of the house.

Scott turned and the minute his eyes fell o the expression Logan has on his face, the expression that he can’t seem to understand, didn’t want to understand, the he could fee his own disappearance grow faster.

“Hey, hey,” Logan said, instantly in front of the younger man, cradling his face with both of calloused hands, “It’s fine.”

“Is it?” Scott asked, feeling his toes disappearing as well. He felt numb, yet scared at the same time.

“Yeah,”

Scott knew he was lying, putting up a face, he knew this because he’d been doing the same thing for as long as he can remember. Leaning up, he kissed him one last time, “In the future, find me,” he said, voiced lowered into hushed tones.

Logan, for the first time since he got home, smiled, “I will, I got all the time in the world.”

Scott didn’t had enough time to tell him that he won’t be able to remember this, to remember anything that happened between them, but maybe it was better that way. That at least Logan has the false sense of security that in the near future, he would get to meet Scott again.

Scott Summers disappeared from Nagasaki that night.

When Scott tried to open his eyes, he can’t, but he could hear countless beeps of a monitor surrounding him. Frantically reaching up, he could feel a metal bind clamped around his head. His heartbeat quicken.

“Oh god,” somebody said to his right, “Oh god, oh god, Scott!” She called, the voice sound familiar, but Scott can’t put a finger over it, not when the beating of his heart started to become louder and louder that he can’t even hear himself breathe.

“Scott! Relax,” she ordered, placing soft dainty fingers on his arm, refraining him from moving, “Take a deep breath, you’re fine,” she informed him, voice soft, as if talking to a child, Scott took a deep breath and exhaled. “It’s me, It’s me Ororo, you remember me?”

He took another deep breath and nodded, “I remember,”

The sound of a relieved exhale was heard, “Hank’s on his way,” she told him before the sound of a door opening and countless voices coming in where heard that hurt Scott’s head.

He’s back

After a few physical check ups, Hank deemed it enough for Scott to take a rest for a few days. They haven’t removed the binder covering his eyes just yet, not when his visor was broken and there’s nothing for him to wear. Scott felt like he should tell them that he can’t feel the pressure behind his eyes, but something about seeing his surrounding, that he’s back in Westchester and not in Nagasaki, made him want to keep is vision dark.

Scott tried to ask where the Professor was but everyone seemed to skitter around the subject before changing it entirely without giving an answer. Something told Scott that it’s a story better told next time. Scott only later found out that Logan found him three days ago in Alkali Lake, unconscious and naked, other than that, there was no sign of him being wounded nor bruised.

No one knew what happened to him, for all they know he vanished on the face of the earth that even Cerebro couldn’t find him, only to show up a few days later after the events of the cure, making a beacon of his position, as if wanting to be found.

Scott have so many unanswered questions, yet he was only told to rest, especially since the news that would come next won’t be any close to being good.

It was later that night when Logan was on duty to keep an eye on Scott. He didn’t know it was Logan, he just know that there’s someone taking turns on watching him at night. For some reasons, he didn’t want the older man in here in the room with him, yet at the same time not.

“You kissed me when I found ya,” Logan started, “Did ya remember that?”

For once, Scott was telling the truth when he said that no, he didn’t remember it.

“Ya called my name and ya—”

“I don’t remember that,” Scott snapped.

There was a knowing silence where Scott assumed the older man nodded, “Well ya did,” he said, “Don’t fucking do that again.”

Scott said nothing, because what else would he say? He couldn’t remember kissing the older man, but he remembers kissing his Logan, the one he left in Nagasaki, the one that told him everything would be fine and would find him. Scott’s here and Logan found him, yet it feels like he wasn’t found at all.

Nothing here is fine

“Go to sleep, Slim.”