Foreign Correspondence: Voice Mail
Chapter 6
by
Mo
Disclaimer: The X-Men and Alpha Flight belong to Marvel. The movie belongs to Fox. Hotmail belongs to Microsoft. Belarus is an independent country and belongs to its citizens, mutant and otherwise. Bryn Mawr is a private women's college founded in 1885. It belongs to the women, mutant and otherwise, who have lived and learned there for the past 116 years. The Miami Herald is a real newspaper but AFAIK has never had an Adam Greenfield on staff. I do feel like Scott and Logan are a little bit mine since I've been borrowing them for so long.
"Hello."
"Hi, Scott."
"Oh. Hi Logan."
"You don't sound very happy to hear from me."
"I just don't feel like having the same argument all over again."
"I didn't call to fight."
"Good. Then I'm happy to hear from you. How are you?"
"Okay. How's everything back in Westchester?
"Not great. Lousy, in fact."
"Why? What's wrong?"
"Well, Jean and Charles are spending all their time in between the U.N. and Washington, trying to get some sort of intervention started in Belarus. So far without any luck. I'm trying to hold things together here. The kids are all spooked by what's going on in Belarus and I'm trying to come up with a million different ways to say 'It can't happen here'. I'm doing my best to sound convincing when I don't even know if I believe it myself.
"Oh, and we've got Sasha Cherevko living here now. I'll tell you Logan - I thought the phrase 'a shell of a man' was just a meaningless cliche until Imet him. 'Man's inhumanity to man' is another cliche that's developing a whole new meaning for me. Who *are* these people doing this? I just can't imagine what monsters they must be."
"Oh, I think you'll find most of them don't seem that monstrous in person. When they're not torturing and killing, that is. 'The banality of evil', right? That's the phrase you taught me. It fit the ones who did it to me. Maybe the ones who did it to this Sasha, too."
"God, I'm sorry, Logan. I wasn't thinking. 'Man's inhumanity to man' already has plenty of meaning for you. You didn't need Belarus to know what horrors people are capable of. And I shouldn't either. It was a stupid thing to say."
"Nah, it's okay. Hey, when you say 'a shell of a man' I think that's me. At least me like I was. And if you don't think of me like that, well then I'm glad. It means I'm getting better. You're helping me, Scott."
"I'm trying, Logan. And, truly, I've never thought of you like that. For all that you've been through, for all they did to you, I still see the core of you as something they could never touch. Something good. Good and strong and brave. Really."
"Well, maybe if Cherevko has somebody who sees him that way, he'll have a shot at ending up okay, too."
"One can only hope. He's got a long way to go, though. He's in good hands - Hank is taking care of him. I don't know how much he'll recover, though."
"Well, you never can know right after the trauma, right? Look at Wendy and Arthur. And, I know, what they went through was nothing like this mutant cleansing, but it was pretty traumatic. And they definitely still have scars, but they're managing. They're okay."
"Yeah, I think they're more than okay. And maybe like you said it's at least partly because they have each other. So, how's everything up there in Saskatchewan? How's work on the outpost progressing?"
"It's okay. It's coming along. Better now that Jean-Paul is back. And Wendy and Arthur always pull their weight. Worthington's still a pain in the ass, but he's working, too. Some of the time, anyway. So is Laura - she's a librarian, did you know that? She's cataloguing all the books. There's tons of them here. The house was full of them when we moved in. And Wendy's always out buying more at secondhand shops and garage sales and things. Well, when it's a school they'll come in handy. And whoever's gonna teach here will want to know what we've got. So she's doing something worthwhile. Plus she keeps Worthington out of my hair, which is reason enough to like her."
"What's the story with those two? Still going strong?"
"Oh yeah. I know he said he'd just stay a few days and then join you in Westchester, Scott. But I wouldn't count on it, if I was you."
"Yeah, that was the impression I got when he wouldn't come back with me. So, Logan, why *did* you call?"
"I wanted to tell you I'm sorry. I shouldn't've given you a hard time about leaving like that. I didn't mean to end the visit with a fight. I should've been fucking you one more time, not yelling at you for leaving."
"Thanks, Logan. Thanks for saying that. I felt bad to be fighting with you, but I had to leave. You know that, don't you? I'm committed to my job here, committed to the X-Men. It's always been like that, you know."
"I know. It's a good thing. You're doing something important. I just wanted you to stay with me. And, I don't know, I guess I get pissed off when you don't do what I tell you to."
"Yeah, I noticed. I thought we'd agreed that's just for sex, though."
"Yeah."
"Logan?"
"Yeah, Scott."
"Tell me what to do. Pretend we're together. Tell me. We can pretend I'm doing what you say."
"I can't do that. You're the one with the stories. You're the word guy."
"Come on. Try. I'm hot for you, Logan. It turns me on when you tell me what to do. You tell a story this time."
"I don't even know how to start."
"Tell me where you are."
"I'm in my room. In the armchair by the bed."
"Okay, Logan. I'm there, too. I'm standing in front of you. What do you want me to do?"
"Um. Take your shirt off, Scott. Okay?"
"Okay. It's off."
"Get on your knees. Right in front of me."
"I'm on my knees, Logan. My hands are on your legs. I'm looking up at you."
"Yeah. I can almost see you, almost feel your hands. Okay, unzip me. Take out my cock. "
"Are you hard, Logan?"
"Yeah, I'm hard as a rock. From seeing you like that. From your hands on me. From my hands on your shoulders. I love your shoulders, love looking at them, feeling them. You're holding my cock now, aren't you?"
"Yeah, you're hard alright. I want to take it in my mouth now. Can I do that, Logan? I'm hungry for you. Tell me to do that."
"Yeah. Lick up and down a little. You know how I like it when you do that. Oh Scott, that's good. Okay, now just put the head in your mouth. Oh, yeah. I like that. I love the way you slide your tongue over the top like that. It makes me want to push in farther. So, that's what I want you to do now. Take me in farther. Yeah, up and down. A little more each time. Your mouth is so wet and warm. You're sucking me so good. God, I love the sounds you make when you do that, Scott. I'm using my hand but I'm pretending I'm in your mouth. Remembering being in your mouth. Remembering how you do me. Suck harder, Scott. Yeah, oh that's good. You just graze me a little with your teeth. And I'm moving in and out of your hot mouth. My fingers are in your hair now. Oh, Scott. More... More... Yeah, faster. Harder. Oh, God."
"Feel okay, Logan?"
"Yeah. Real good. It was almost like it was real. Maybe I'm developing an imagination or something. The sound effects helped, though. It sounded just like when you're sucking me. How did you do that?"
"Oh, that. Well, there was this guy walking by my room when you called and I asked him in. Figured he could help with the verisimilitude. Excuse me a minute, Logan - Um, sorry, but I didn't catch your name? What did you say it was? - Logan, I'm kidding! I was sucking on my fingers."
"I knew that."
"Yeah? Then why were you growling?"
"I thought you like it when I growl."
"Oh, I do. I like it a lot. Your voice does something to me. In fact, between listening to you and pretending to suck you off - which I did here all by myself - you've got me all horny now, Logan. Are you going to help me out?"
"Yeah, sure. Seeing as you're all by yourself and all. Umm. Give me a minute to think. Okay: get into bed with me. We're lying down now. I'm pulling your pants off you. I want you naked. I want you under me, your whole body under mine. That's right. I'm on top of you now. I'm reaching between us to grab your cock. It's long and hard and I love the feel of it in my hand. Do you like what I'm doing, Scott?"
"Oh, yes. I can feel your whole body on me. I'm kissing you, sucking on your tongue and my arms are on your back. I can feel the metal in your back. And your hand. Your wonderful hand is just pulling on me, stroking me. Oh, it's good. Tell me more, Logan. I'll do whatever you tell me."
"Okay. I'm getting off of you. Turn on your side. Yeah, that's right. Can you feel me behind you? I'm pushed up tight against you. I've got my hand on your dick again and I'm pulling on it the way you like, rubbing the top with my thumb. And you're pushing your ass against me while I do it. You want it bad, don't you?"
"Yes, Logan. I want it bad. I want you bad. Fuck me Logan. Fuck me while you're working my dick with your hand. Please. I need it. I need you deep inside me."
"I'm going to give you what you need, Cyclops. I'm still rubbing you, still doing you with my hand. But now I've got just the head of my cock in your ass. Oh, yeah. You want more. You're making those sounds that tell me you want it all. Okay, Scott, I'm giving it to you. Deeper. All the way in. And now I'm moving in and out, hitting that good spot with each stroke. My hand is going, too. The same rhythm. I'm gonna make you come, Cyclops. I can hear it in your voice. You're gonna come for me, aren't you? Come for me now."
"Oh, God. Oh yes. "
"You okay?"
"More than okay. I did what you told me to, Logan."
"I know. I like that."
"I know you do. And you can live with me not staying when you tell me to?"
"Yeah. You got obligations. I just wish you weren't so fucking far away."
"I know. Me, too. I'll be back, though. And you'll come here to visit, too, won't you? You were going to interview possible residents, right?"
"Yeah, we'll get to be together some of the time. But we're apart a lot more."
"I've noticed. But, Logan, I think that's how it's always going to be for us, don't you? I mean, I'm committed to staying here. And I can't quite see you settling down in one place. Can you?"
"I don't know. I try not to think too much about the future... I've been working on the past a bit. Do you want to hear about it, Boswell?"
"You know I do. I want to hear anything you want to tell me. Have you been dreaming?"
"Yeah, that same one. Where I'm face down and manacled. And that guy's on me. And beating me. Like in that dream last week. The same thing last night. And I just wanted to kill him but I couldn't move. And this time I was sure it was Sabretooth."
"Was he just beating you, Logan? Or was there more?"
"What do you mean?"
"I'm learning - in spite of myself - something about rape as a tool of torture. It's part of what they did to Sasha. And I know it's something that Sabretooth guy's done before, you know? I was wondering if that was part of the dream... Logan, are you still there? Did I say something I shouldn't have? I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry, Scott. Yeah, that was part of it. It's just hard to talk about. They did that to Cherevko?"
"Yeah, among other things."
"Poor bastard."
"Logan? Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I'm alright. Like I said, it's hard to talk about."
"I know. I'm sorry, Logan. I hate them for what they did to you. All of it. Do you think that part - the rape - really happened?"
"I think something did. Scott, I can feel him on top of me - fucking me. It's as real as the injections, as real as the surgery. And we know those happened. But maybe it didn't happen just like that, just like in the dream. Maybe it wasn't him. You know how things get mixed up in dreams? Maybe I dream of him doing it to me because I think he did that to you. Raped you. Did he, Scott? When they kidnapped you? You never told me."
"No, Logan. They were going to do that. Rape me and beat me and kill me. But you stopped them. We stopped them together. I would have told you if he'd raped me. I didn't keep anything from you."
"I wouldn't blame you if you did. It's not something easy to talk about."
"I know. I really appreciate that you trusted me enough to tell me, Logan. It means a lot to me. I won't tell anyone, I swear. "
"I know that."
"What do you think it means that you couldn't cut the manacles, Logan? Would they have been made of adamantium?"
"Well, either that or it was before the surgery, before I had adamantium in me."
"But you have claws in the dream, right? So maybe that part's just dream and not real."
"I had the claws before the surgery. They're part of me. They were just bone, though. There's still bone underneath. "
"I didn't know. But...if it's before the surgery, that's a long time ago. What? 50 or 60 years? Could it have been Sabretooth back then?"
"He's got the same healing factor I do. Who knows how old he is."
"Yeah who knows? Well, one thing I know about that guy."
"What?"
"I wish to God I'd killed him when I had the chance."
"That doesn't sound like you."
"I know, but it's true."
"I believe you. Thanks for listening to me, Scott."
"Thanks for trusting me enough to tell me, Logan. Oh, and Logan? Thanks for the story before. It was good. Real good. You can be a word guy, too."
"Good night Scott".
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