Continuing Education: Night School
Chapter 2
by
Mo
Disclaimer: The movie belongs to Fox. The X-Men belong to Marvel. Commodore Perry belongs to history. Oliver, Yasuko, Yukio and a bunch of other characters in Westchester, Saskatchewan, Belarus and elsewhere are the products of my fevered imagination. Well, by this point, so are Scott and Logan, to some extent. I hope their basic characters are still evident but they have grown and changed somewhat with all I've put them through. I think Bryan Singer could still recognize them, but he might wonder what the hell they're doing.
There was lots more sex than planning in the couple of weeks after that. Well, he might have been doing some planning on his own. I asked him once and he said he had some ideas but he wasn't ready to talk about them. "I don't think we should talk about this here, anyway," he said, kind of looking around. I wasn't sure what he meant by that, but I was willing to wait. Plenty other things to do with him while I waited.
It scared me a little how much I needed him then. I was willing to give him what he'd asked for, a chance to work out a solution together. Still, I knew I'd probably have to leave anyway and every day with him it was getting so it'd be harder when I did. All the stuff about Yukio was coming back in a rush now. It had gotten to a point where I couldn't close my eyes without seeing him there. That pleading look in his eyes while I plunged my claws into his chest. My claws. I didn't even know that they were mine then, what they were, where they came from. The first time I ever used them and it was to kill him. Because I had to do it and there they were.
Afterwards I pulled my hand back and stood up, looking down at Yukio lying there. I looked from him to my hand, sharp bone claws sticking out of it, covered with his blood. Then I got down on my knees and held his still body close to me, telling him how much I loved him, crying like I'd never done before.
I couldn't help thinking about all that and it just made me need Scott so bad. Needed to feel him alive and warm and wanting me. Needed to feel his body under me while I pushed hard inside him. Needed to hear him moaning and crying and telling me he wanted more. Needed to hear him saying he loves me.
I was staying with him most of the night now. Not sleeping there ñ with the dreams about Yukio now I knew it wasn't safe. But we'd fuck and talk and fuck some more. And he'd fall asleep finally and I'd just lie there and watch him. Touch him a little while he slept, stroking his hair or putting my arms around him. Sometimes I'd stay there all night and just go to sleep in his bed in the morning after he left.
Sometimes I woke him up in the night, told him I needed some more. I was remembering some stuff this one night. Not how it ended but Yukio and me together. And it felt so good to think about it and just remember how happy we were together. But I just didn't get it, how it could have been like that. How could it have been so good when I know it was wrong, know it was nothing he should've been doing with me? And part of me was feeling good and part of me was feeling ashamed and part of me was feeling like I should be mad at him but I just couldn't. Mostly I was just feeling confused and didn't want to think about any of this. So, I shook Scott and told him to wake up. He was lying on his back but I told him to turn over. He did what I said, handing me a tube of lube from the nightstand where we'd left it. I started getting him ready, opening him up, brushing against his prostate with my fingertips.
"Oh, Logan," he was saying. "Oh, yes. I love your hand on me, in me." And then, after a while, "I want your cock. Stick it in me. Please, Logan."
"Pull your knees under you, Scott. Lift up your ass a little that way."
I kneeled behind him and pushed it in slow. Stroked up and down his back with my fingers while I fucked him deep and slow. Listening to him moaning, listening to him telling me what he's feeling. And then, when I needed to go faster and harder, leaning down so I'm pushed against his back, fucking him hard while I whispered in his ear. Coming in him, pressed all against him like that.
I pulled out and he stretched his legs back out. I lay down next to him and pulled him to me. "That was real good, Scott," I told him. "I needed it. Sorry to disturb your sleep."
"I like how you disturb my sleep," he said, smiling. He reached over me for his glasses so he could look at me. "Did you used to do it like that with Yukio?" he asked.
"Nah, he was always on top."
"How come?"
"It's just how it was there. Well, there and then. Don't know what it's like in Japan now. He was older than me and the older guy was the top. It was like a rule or something. They had a lot of rules. It was hard for me coming into it, a foreigner. I didn't know the language, didn't know how to behave. But Yukio taught me. He taught me lots of stuff. And there was a whole set of rules for men having sex."
"So, it was accepted behavior? Men together?"
"Yeah. Not just accepted. You were supposed to do it. Well, some guys were, anyway. Yukio was a samurai. They believed in it, not just sex but being a kind of a warrior team. Fighting for each other and dying for each other. Like that army of lovers thing you told me about from Greece, you know? But with the samurai it was called shudo. And it was always an older guy and a younger one and there were rules about who does what."
"That's like the ancient Greek model, too," he said, sleepily. "A young man would have an older lover, who would be his mentor, too.
'For I know not any greater blessing to a young man who is beginning life than a virtuous lover, or to the lover than a beloved youth.'
"Remember that? And it translated to roles in sex, too. The older guy was always the one penetrating. And then the youth would get older and eventually he'd have a young lover. So, men had both roles over the course of their lives, but only one in the relationship." He closed his eyes and I thought he'd gone back to sleep, but he was just thinking. "Is that why you like to top, Logan? Is it because you're older than me? Is that how you think it should be?"
"No, I don't think so. I mean, I'm older than everybody."
"Well, and you top with everybody, right? Except once in a while with me."
I considered that for a minute. "I don't think that's why, though. That was their rule, not mine."
"So, why?"
"God, Scott. You make me think about everything."
He chuckled. "Is that good or bad?"
"Maybe a little of each." Made him smile. "Well, I don't think it's because of when I was in Japan. I think it's from what happened later. Weapon X and after that." I looked away. "So much time when everything was decided for me, when other people were in control of me. I didn't get to control anything, not even my own body. So, after that I sort of felt like I never wanted to have anybody in charge of me, anybody telling me what to do. So, mostly I was on my own, you know? But with sex there's another person involved."
"Usually," he said, smiling again. "I understand that, Logan. I get why it's important to you to be in charge, in control." He stroked the side of my face gently. "But even when I'm fucking you, you're in charge. I still do what you say, still do it like you want me to."
I took his hand and tongued the palm for a minute before answering. "I know, Scott," I told him. "Maybe that's why I can do it that way with you. I trust you ñ I know you know what I need, understand that I have to be the one in charge. I haven't felt like that with anybody else." Still holding his hand. I started sucking on his fingers one by one, real slow. Watching him get hard while I did that. Seeing him kind of squirming, hearing his breathing change. "You like that, Scott?" He didn't really answer but sounded like he liked it. "I'm going to do that to your cock now."
And I did. Sucking slow and hard and sliding my tongue along the underside while I moved up and down on him. He started bucking up a bit with his hips, but I held him down, made him stay still. And just made him take it slow like that. Driving him a little crazy with my tongue moving so slow on him, with my hands holding him still. "Faster. Please, Logan. I can't take it like this," he said, but I showed him he could. Made him wait a little longer like that, pulling on my hair and moaning for a while. And then, finally going faster and bringing him off, tasting that hot cum in my mouth.
He was just lying there, panting hard still. Tried to say something a couple of times before it came out. "That was so good like that," he said, finally. "I didn't think I could stand it."
"I know what I'm doing," I told him and he smiled at me. "So, Scott, what about you?"
"What about me?"
"What's in it for you? You like it when I tell you what to do. How come?"
He thought about it a bit. "I don't know for sure," he said, after a while, talking real slow. "I think part of it is just because you're into that and I'm hot for you. It's how it started with us ñ you telling me what to do and me doing it. And the sex was so hot and maybe I just kind of associated that with doing what you tell me to. Like Pavlov's dogs salivating at the sound of the bell or something. But there's more to it than that, I think." He closed his eyes and pulled off the glasses, wiping the sweat off his face with the back of his hand. "In most of my life I'm the guy in charge. I'm the one telling other people what to do ñ the kids in my classes, the team. Giving assignments, being there for them if they have questions or problems, helping them when they're in trouble. I like that; it suits my personality, I think. And I think I'm good at it. I'm a leader. But sometimes I don't want to be." Without the glasses he looked so young and his face had this sort of dreamy expression, eyes closed. "When I'm with you it's different, Logan. It's like an escape or something. I don't have to feel responsible, I don't feel like I have to make decisions. You tell me what to do and I do it. You take care of me ñ I trust you to. You know what I need. Sometimes you know better than I do."
"Like when you don't think you can take how slow I'm going anymore?"
"Yeah. Just like that."
I lay back on the bed. "Get on top of me," I said. He climbed on me, the whole length of him stretched out over me. I held onto his ass, kissed him on the mouth and then the neck. He turned his head to the side and I licked his cheek and his ear. "We're a good match, Cyclops," I told him. "It'll be hell to leave you," I thought, but I didn't say that part.
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