Series: No Greater Love
Title: Payback’s a Kurt
Author: Sasha
Summary: The boys have been found out. And a challenge has been unintentionally issued.
Rating: NC-17 for language, graphic m/m sex
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein, not mine, yadda yadda, Marvel, blah, blah, I receive nothing but feedback and the enjoyment of writing the story.
Author’s note: Story switches between Logan and Kurt’s pov, starting with Kurt.
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Ever have one of those days when you wake up, only to regret ever getting out of bed? Well I’m having one of those days right now.
I actually woke up in a good mood this morning for once. Instead of feeling anxious or, I’ll admit, a little horny, I woke up feeling relaxed, happy and sated in the arms of my lover. Although I was a little sore from last night’s activities.
I wanted to do something nice for him, so I slipped out of his arms so as not to wake him, and went down the stairs to grab us something to eat. Only to get ambushed by my fellow X-Men.
Now I’m paying for that lapse in memory and foresight by undergoing this interrogation of sorts. Apparently the gossip hounds in the mansion were working overtime on this little tidbit of knowledge because I know this many people didn’t walk in on us in med lab yesterday.
Personally, I could care less about who knows about Logan and I seeing each other. The only thing I’m worried about is Logan’s reaction to all the attention that will be focused on him the moment he walks through those doors. The main reason for all the secrecy was so I could get him to become comfortable with the idea of us as a couple before we started announcing anything to the world. But now our cover is blown and I can only pray that he won’t react to badly to all the overwhelming interest everyone seems to have on our relationship.
I glance nervously at the clock and notice that it is considerably later than when I first came down the stairs. I know it’s only a matter of time before he walks into the ambush but, unfortunately, there’s nothing I can do to help him with that. I wish for the thousandth time today that they would at least let me go upstairs and warn him but I know my request would only fall on deaf ears. Thankfully the only thing they know about so far is yesterday, although I think some of them are beginning to piece things together on their own. I’ve been holding off their questions until Logan gets down here so I don’t tell them anything more than he wants them to know.
Others though, like Scott and Jean, are in shock. Scott’s reaction is totally understandable. Hell, if it weren’t for the fact that I’m the man he’s seeing, I would probably have a hard time believing that Logan, the poster boy for masculinity, had shown that kind of interest in the same sex too.
But of all the reactions I’ve gotten so far, Jean’s reaction bothers me the most. She says she’s only worried about the possibility of him just using me because he can’t have her. Inwardly I think she’s just jealous. I think she got off on all the attention she was getting from her boys. I can’t say that I blame her. What red-blooded woman wouldn’t love the idea of Logan and Scott vying for her attention?
Suddenly images of Scott pursuing me as a romantic interest pop into my head and suddenly I feel ill. Before I feel myself giving into the urge to hurl, I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. Since everyone else is either gone or in here I know it can be only one person. With fear and trepidation I wait for my lover to walk into the kitchen and into the firing line.
*******
I wake up a little disorientated and I don’t know where I am. Or rather I should say I know I’m not in my room. I look around the room and it takes my mind a moment to provide me with the answers I need. I’m in Kurt’s room. A couple of the more intense moments of last night flash through my mind and I smile. I close my eyes allowing more of the memories to play out in my head. I don’t remember going to sleep and I feel exhausted. I just want to go back to sleep with my lover’s arms around me, and my head on his chest. Hmmm. Never thought I’d see myself thinking that but I am. A quick glance around the room tells me he’s not here and from the lack of heat on his side of the bed, I’d have to say he’s been gone for a while. My stomach rumbles so I decide to go downstairs and grab something to eat. I figure if he’s not there then I can always track him down later, after I get some more sleep.
I grab a pair of the sleep pants I use just for mornings like this from my room and head into the kitchen. I rub my neck and try to stifle a yawn as I walk through the doors of the kitchen and I stop. My mind may not be all there quite yet but I can smell a setup when I see one. For one, there are way too many people in the kitchen for this time of the day, especially for a weekend. And I don’t like the looks on some of their faces. Hank, Bobby, Jubilee, Kitty, Rogue, and Remy have these shit-eating, Cheshire cat grins on their faces. Storm is unreadable right now, but then I’ve always had a hard time reading her when she doesn’t want me to. Jean looks upset about something. Scott has his scold-the-insolent-child face on.
And Kurt. Well he seems to be worse off than everyone else. He’s just bouncing all over the spectrum of emotions. His expression is a mixture of extreme happiness, anxiety, frustration, anger, and fear. It’s that emotion that has me wondering just what the Hell’s been going on while I was sleep. Before I can ask him anything he motions me to sit by him. I have a feeling I’m going to be down here for a while so I make sure to grab a cup of coffee and get comfortable next to him on the bench. I get a good three swallows in me before he finally seems to work up the courage to speak to me.
“Guten Morgen, Geliebter.”
/Good Morning lover./
I can see this is going to be like pulling teeth. He’s trying to ease me into whatever’s going on but I’m tired and in no mood for it so I try to rush things up a little.
“Was ist los?”
/What’s up?/
“Sie wissen es.”
/They know./
My eyebrows scrunch together as I try to figure out what he’s talking about and why he’s being purposefully vague as I ask my next question.
“Sie wissen was?”
/They know what?/
“Sie wissen das über uns. Einige sind gestern über uns gestolpert. Und wir haben einige von ihnen wachgehalten. Ich denke, wir waren zu laut.”
/They know about us. Some of them walked in on us yesterday. And we kept some of them up last night. I think we were too loud./
Ahh. So that’s what this is all about. They’ve been drilling poor Kurt for answers while I was upstairs asleep. I kinda feel bad about it but I guess it’s better to just go ahead and get this out into the open now so it doesn’t come back to bite me in the ass later. I take another sip of coffee as I plan my next words. I want them to be something that will calm him down. Because right now he looks as if he’s about to have a heart attack.
“Du meinst, du warst zu laut. Du warst laut. Wie sollten sie auch schlafen, wenn du die ganze letzte Nacht gebettelt hast? Ich war ruhig.”
/You mean you were too loud. You were the vocal one. How were they supposed to sleep with all the begging you did last night? I was quiet./
I think I managed to say the right thing because he gets this defensive look on his face.
“Dann war ich eben ein wenig laut, als ich erregt war, aber ich habe nicht gebettelt. Warte nur, bis wir allein sind, und ich zeige dir, wie man bettelt. Und zu der Zeit hast du dich auch nicht beschwert.”
/So I got a little vocal when I was excited, but I did not beg. Just wait til we are alone again and I will show you begging. I did not see you complaining at the time./
“Ich beschwere mich nicht. Sie tun das. Wenn du dir deswegen Sorgen machst, sei leiser. Und tu mit mir, was du willst, wenn wir allein sind. Aber denk dran, Wolverine bettelt nicht.”
/I am not the one complaining. They are. If you are concerned, be quieter. And do what you will to me when we are alone. But just remember, the Wolverine does not beg./
“Wir werden sehen.”
/We will see./
“Nur in einem Traum, Kurt.”
/Only in a dream Kurt./
. . . . . . . .
In your dreams.
Yeah right.
When will I learn to keep my big mouth shut?
Well we got the situation resolved downstairs by just telling them what they wanted to know. Well not everything mind you, because some things were just too personal to share with the others. We just gave them enough to satisfy their curiosity and get them off our backs. But we did let them know that we have been going out for the past five months underneath everyone’s noses. To say that they were shocked by that little revelation would be a huge understatement. Anyone who’s been around me knows that I have never gone out with anyone for more than a couple of days, let alone that long period of time. But I think that admission got the disbelievers of the group to realize that this was real and not something we’d just jumped into.
In the long run we answered a lot of questions, some of which I didn’t have the answers for, like my sudden ability to speak and understand the German language. And others I did, like why I felt the urge to jump Kurt in the plain sight of everyone in the med lab. Near as I can tell, whatever was in that dart had some kind of a weird reaction with my body. And because of the animalistic nature of my mutation, the effect on me ended up being the equivalent of me going into heat. So I grudgingly agreed to let Hank check me over later on to make sure there were no other lingering effects left over from the contents of that shot.
So I finally got to eat my breakfast, and a few byes’, go to Hell’s and a mind your own business’s later, we were on our way out the door and up the stairs for a nap.
And when I woke up from that nap, I woke up into my own personal Hell. The elf didn’t take too kindly to what I said about never begging, or maybe he took my words as a challenge being issued. Either way I woke up with my hands tied to his headboard, without a stitch of clothing on. How he managed that feat when I’m usually such a light sleeper is a testament to how tired I was from last night, or how determined he is to either get me to beg.
Right now I could care less about any of that because he is crawling back up my body from his position between my legs and I have to bite my lip to keep myself from moaning out loud. Because I know that if I let another sound slip past my lips, I won’t stop until I’ve given him what he wants.
My body is strung tighter than a bow, my muscles are trembling from the effort of not moving, and I’m so close to begging right now that it’s not even funny. He’s had me on edge for so long that I think I might pass out when he finally does allow me my release.
In the beginning, I held out in the hopes that he would just grow frustrated or bored and just give up in the end. But I forgot that this is Kurt I’m dealing with and he has the patience of a saint. Add to that the fact that I challenged his abilities and I think I’m in trouble. I’m slowly coming to the realization that he may just keep this up, well into the night if need be, just to prove a point.
I alternately kick and push at what little cover remains on my body off the bed onto the floor, praying that added contact to his skin will be enough to send me over the edge without the bruising my pride would take if I gave into him now.
“Still not giving in, libeling?” he asks me as he nibbles on a particularly sensitive parch of skin on my neck.
I do nothing but glare at him and shake my head in the negative. I’ve long since past the point of trading barbs, and snide insults.
“You can’t hold out forever, geliebter. Why don’t you just make it easier on yourself and give me what I want.”
He smiles at me as he says this and I growl at him in response. I swear I’ve never hated anyone as much as I hate him at this moment. Nothing would give me greater pleasure at this moment than to pound his smug little face into the floor. Unfortunately for me, he was smart enough to bind me in such a way that I won’t be getting free until he sets me free. But the anger strengthens my resolve and the overwhelming need to cave under pressure no longer has as strong a hold over me as before.
*****
“Come on Logan. I’m not asking for much. Just two little words. You can even choose which ones. All you have to say is ‘Yes Master’ or ‘Please Master’.”
Ooh. He looks pissed. I’ve never seen Logan look that angry and frustrated at the same time. We’ve been going at this for hours it seems and the stubborn man won’t give in. But I’m a patient man and I think he’s finally reached his breaking point. Which is a good thing because even my patience is wearing thin at this point. There were times, like now, when I’ve wanted to take mercy on him and give him what he so obviously needs but then I would remember why I am doing this. He asked for this. Maybe not in so many words, but it was definitely in the arrogance of his expression, in the cockiness in his voice, when he made his little comment. He sounded so sure of himself, so I just had to prove him wrong. Besides, why stop when I’m having so much fun.
I use the lotion near the head of the bed to generously lube my cock and when I’m ready, I slowly enter his body, with him fighting me all the way until my hips are flush against his. I have to stop a moment to collect myself before I feel I can safely move without losing myself to the pleasure of taking him. It’s kind of hard though because in tormenting him, I’ve also kept myself in a state of constant arousal. I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep my resolve for very long. Lady luck seem to be working on my behalf because I can tell from the rapid rise and fall of his chest and eyes clenched shut in what I assume is a last ditch effort to regain his fragile control that he is far worse off than I am at the moment. I figure it’s either now or never so I move, alternating my thrusts between fast, hard and shallow, to agonizingly slow and deep, making sure to hit that pleasurable spot only every once in a while, and keeping as little friction on his member as I can.
Just when I’m about to give up and give myself into the pleasure of the moment I hear it.
“Please, Kurt….please.”
And I know it’s wrong but I can’t help milking this situation for all its worth. So I slow myself down until I eventually come to a halt.
“Please what?”
I can see him grit his teeth and I think he’s not going to say anything until..
“Please, Master.”
And that’s all it takes. I ride him fast and hard eager to reach that release that’s been denied to us for so long, to a chorus of begging, and climactic filth that would even make a sailor blush.
Suddenly his body arches impossibly high off the bed, and his passage becomes impossibly tighter and that is all I need to send me off the edge. When I’m finally able to breathe normally, I look up and I ‘m surprised to see that he’s still awake, and looking at me.
“You know that I hate you right?”
“Uh huh. Sure you do.” I say as I muster up the last of my strength to gather the blanket off the floor and cover our bodies. I rest my head against his chest and get comfortable.
“Can you untie me now?”
I pretend to think about it, the shake my head.
“Nope. Not until you’ve learned your lesson.”
“And when will that be?”
“I don’t know. Maybe tomorrow.” I say as I burrow closer to his body and drift towards sleep.
*****
“Kurt?”
“Kurt, come on that’s not funny.”
“Kurt!”
I sigh and resign myself to sleeping in bondage. Oh well. There’s always tomorrow.
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