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Title: Losing Control
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: Logan takes Scott out on a first date hoping that
he can get Scott to lose control
Comments: angela9in@ureach.com
Author�s Website:
Darkness
Prevails (http://home.bellsouth.net/p/PWP-darknessprevails)
Archive: yes to Nadja Lee, and yes to the all others with
permission
Warnings: crude language, hot m/m action, an obnoxious chauvinistic Logan

Pairing: Scott/Logan
Rating: NC-17
Author�s Notes: This story is set in the beginning of the
X-Men United universe after Logan comes back to the Xavier Institute and before X-Men 2 begins.
Disclaimer: Marvel
Comics and 20^th Century Fox own the X-Men characters. I�m just
borrowing them for a little bit. I promise to return them unharmed.

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Scott
Summers was still in shock from Logan�s
request. Logan had actually offered
to take him out to eat in a real restaurant in public. He wondered if the man
had gotten rabies or something on his last mission because the Logan
he knew never went out in public unless it was part of a mission, and Scott
himself was hesitant about the whole public thing as well. He hated people
staring at the strange man with ruby-colored glasses. Humans always made him
feel like a mutant. Sometimes he could pretend he was normal, but the outside
world always hit him right in the face with the brutal truth.

He had lived
almost half his life with his mutation, and although he enjoyed the idea that
he could blow the top off a mountain, he knew that he would never let himself
go that far. He never allowed himself to lose control or to truly test his
ability. Unlike other mutants, to truly test his power would mean utter
destruction and chaos. He often wished he could be like Logan
with his strength and adamantium claws, or like Storm with the ability to
control the forces of nature, or like Mystique who could change her appearance
with the blink of an eye. Besides having powers that he would use more often,
they also had something else in common; they could blend into the human race if
needed. His goggles, even on the brightest of days, caused people to take a
second look. His face would always be marred by the clumsy device, and he
always had a fear of the goggles getting broken or being swiped off of his
face. He had to be in control of himself at all times because Scott Summers out
of control could only signal the death and destruction of others.

Logan
allowed Scott to lose control on an entirely different level. As the leader of
the X-Men, he was always expected to maintain order, efficiency, and reliability.
Logan on the other hand, allowed
him to be the person he would have been if he had not been cursed with his
mutation. The younger Scott Summers was not in control of all things around
him, and he was not the most efficient or reliable person he knew. All of that
changed when he developed his power, and he met Charles Xavier.

Logan
understood that the leader of the X-Men needed to let his hair down once in a
while, and he always managed to get Scott to do something shameful or shocking
on most of their encounters. Scott wasn�t complaining about the freedom, and Jean
most certainly wasn�t stopping her boyfriend from relaxing and having fun with Logan.
She reaped the rewards in their bedroom on an almost nightly basis.

As he put
the finishing touches on his hair, he checked himself out in the mirror. Logan
had not told him where they were going out to eat, but he was positive that it
wouldn�t be anywhere too fancy, so he settled for a pair of black khakis and a
long-sleeved royal blue t-shirt, which he tucked into his pants, and a black
belt with a silver buckle finalized the outfit. He had almost worn his usual
button down dress shirt, but he knew that Logan
would like to see him stress-free before their dinner. He almost left the shirt
hanging out, but a line had to be drawn on just how much he would let loose for
Logan�s sake, a slo sloppy t-shirt
hanging out of his pants would have crossed that line.

He put on
his black dress shoes, checked his hair once again, grabbed the keys to his
car, and headed downstairs to find his date. He wasn�t surprised when he nearly
ran into the man who had apparently been waiting outside his bedroom door,
�Whoa Slim, slow it down. I know you�re excited about going out and all, but
you need to look where you�re going.�

�I�m not
excited Logan. I�m just hungry.�

Logan
smiled when he heard Scott slipping into game face. They always acted like they
could barely stand each other, and they were nonchalant about their
extra-curricular activities that took place on a regular basis. Just by looking
at the pair you would never guess that they enjoyed sucking each other off and
fucking like dogs in heat on every piece of furniture they could get their
asses on, or more to the point, every piece of furniture Logan
could get Scott�s ass on.

�I�m hungry
too. Want a snack before dinner?� Logan
asked grabbing Scott�s arm leading him back into the bedroom.

�No, I�ll
wait until desert. Let�s go.�

Logan
didn�t attempt to hide his disappointment, �Yes Sir oh mighty Leader of the
X-Men.�

�Don�t be a
prick. Let�s get going. I promise you�ll get a late night snack.�

< sty style='mso-tab-count:1'> �I thought
you liked my prick,� Logan teased.

Scott
rolled his eyes and smiled, �Down boy. You�re prick is going to have to buy me
dinner before he gets close to me and my special place.�

�You are
such an asshole sometimes. I never mentioned that I was going to pay for
dinner. You�re the one with the money. Why can�t you pay?�

�I hate to
tell you this but this asshole, which you adore by the way, is through giving
out free rides. You want to park it in my space you have to start paying rent.�

�Jesus!
Have you been watching Ricki Lake
with Storm and Rogue again? I hate it when you go all feminist on me. I�ve
already warned those two about giving you ideas,� Logan
looked into the face of the dminemined younger man and sighed in frustration,
�Fine, I�ll pay, but we�re driving your blue sports car.�

Scott threw
the keys at Logan and secretly
smiled on the inside with his apparent victory over the frustrated Logan.
He had been watching Ricki with the girls, and they had convinced him that he
should make Logan treat him like a living breathing person rather than a tight
hole to stick his dick into, and that was exactly what he intended to do.

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ONE HOUR LATER

They had
been waiting ten minutes for the fried peach pie Logan
had ordered for desert, and Scott was busy picking an onion off of the floor
mat that Logan had dropped. He
couldn�t believe that they had spent the last half hour at a drive-up and park
restaurant. Not only had Logan
picked the absolute cheapest place in town to eat, but he had also ordered
three chili dogs with extra onions, half of which had fallen onto the floor
when the lid of his coke came off and fell into his lap and onto Scott�s leather
seat. It was taking everything in him not to blast the onion smelling, hairy,
arrogant fucker through the car door and out into the parking lot, but somehow
he managed to stay in control.

�You hardly
ate anything Slim. Are you alright?�

Scott stared
at the half eaten ketchup only hotdog he had eaten for a meal and shrugged his
shoulders, �I drank two diet cokes. Would you put my plate on the tray?�

Logan
grabbed the plate and put it onto serving tray that was attached to the car�s
window, �You could have ordered anything you wanted. My treat, remember?�

In his
mind, Scott saw the man�s spinal cord being shattered with a direct blast from
his beams, and he clenched his jaw tight in frustration, �I guess I wasn�t as
hungry as I thought. Processed animal by-products fill me up quickly.�

Logan
wasn�t stupid. He knew his boy was pissed about the place he chose, and he knew
that Scott was imagining all kinds of death scenarios for him since he spilt
onions and Coke in his car. He really couldn�t blame him. He knew that he would
be mad as hell if someone spilt something on his bike, well�on Scott�s bike. He
knew he had to work quickly to rectify the situation if he hoped to play �Hide
the Meat on a Stick� with the boy. He tried to think of the things he could say
or do to make things right again with Summers. The kid really could be bitchy
like a woman when he got pissed, and the crossed arms and pout on his face
signaled a definite �not parking in my space� tonight scenario.

�Here�s
your pie sir, and I�ll take your check whenever you�re ready,� the waitress
informed.

Logan
gave her a ten dollar bill, �Keep the change.�

The
waitress disengaged the window tray, thanked the man for the 85 cent tip, and
gave the pretty boy sitting in the passenger seat a look of pity. The poor
thing was on a date with one cheap bastard.

Logan
put the pie away for later, started the car, and pulled out of the parking lot
smiling. He knew exactly where he was going, and he knew how to get Scott back
into the game. He looked over at the boy who was sitting in silence staring out
the window. He admired the high cheek bones, the smooth immaculate skin, and
the hard body. He swallowed down a wave of excitement when he thought about
what he wanted to do with that hard body. He knew he had to take care of one
thing at a time, and his first objective was to get Scott to unwind and to relax.

Logan
pulled the car into a liquor store, �What are you doing?� Scott asked in
disgust.

�What does
it look like Slim? I�m getting some Booze in you so you�ll stop pouting.�

�I don�t
want anything to drink Logan. I
just want to go home.�

�That�s too
bad. I�m paying for this date, and you�ll drink if I buy it.�

Before
Scott could respond, Logan slammed
the door shut and headed into the store to get supplies so that his pretty boy
would sweeten up. He bought a liter of Rum and a fifth of Watermelon Schnapps.
He could drink the Rum straight, but he knew Scott wouldn�t drink it if he
didn�t have something sugary to wash it down with, besides double alcohol in
Scott made Logan a very happy boy.
Cyclops couldn�t hold his liquor for shit, and he knew it wouldn�t take long
for Slim to offer himself up for the taking.

The couple
drove in silence to their next destination, which was only about a mile down
the road. Scott was fuming when he saw Logan
slowing down to pull into the back of a Red Lobster restaurant, �You�re taking
us here to drink? Back here with the dumpsters and alley cats? You buy me a
fucking hot dog and diet coke for dinner, and now you have the audacity to
bring me here to get me drunk?�

�Two diet
cokes,� Logan reminded him letting
down the power windows.

�What the
hell are you talking about?�

�I bought
you two diet cokes.�

�The refill
was free you stingy bastard!�

�Hey, calm
down Scott. I�ll go and see if I can find you a crab leg or oyster in the
dumpster if you want me to. Hell, I might hit the jackpot and find some Lobster
and butter.�

Scott
sucked in and released large breaths of anger, clenching his fists tight trying
to calm down before he over-reacted to the situation, �I want you to take me
home Logan.�

�No, I
bought this stuff and we�re going to drink it. Now shut the fuck up and try to
chill out! I�m sorry I took you to that dump. I was just playing around with
you. I didn�t realize it meant so much to you.�

�We�ve been
fucking and drinking each others bodily fluids for months, and you have never
taken me anywhere because you are ashamed of me. How the hell am I suppose to
feel when you finally take me out, and it happens to be the cheapest fucking
dive in the entire Western Hemisphere?�

Logan
took three large gulps of Rum and offered the bottle to Scott, �I�m not ashamed
of you Scott. I just don�t do dates. I don�t know how to act or what to say to
you. We have nothing in common but being mutants and being on the X-Men team.�

Scott took
the offered Rum and took a small sip and chased it down with a larger gulp of
the Schnapps, �Then why are we seeing each other if we have nothing to talk
about?�

�Because we
care about each other, and we like having sex.�

�Why did
you bring me here? Why not back to the mansion or to a cleaner location? Why a
dumpster? Am I that worthless to you? Is this suppose to be some metaphor for
one day you�re going get bored of me and throw me away like a piece of trash?�

Logan
took two more gulps of the Rum trying to block out Scott�s voice, �Stop over
analyzing things Scott! I�m just trying to get you out of the house, away from
the kids, and away from the responsibility. I�m hoping that we�ll get drunk
back here with the dumpster and screw our brains out. I want people in that
motel over there to hear us screaming our heads off in pleasure and thinking
that we�re two cats fucking in an alley.�

Scott took
the Rum and Schnapps and drank three swigs from each bottle. He stared into Logan�s
eyes for what felt like eternity before he replied, �You�re so romantic. I�ve
never been compared to a cat in heat before. I think I like that idea.�

�You�re
already feeling this shit aren�t you?�

Scott
smiled innocently, �Maybe.�

�You want
to make some noise?� He encouraged Scott to take some more liquid from both
bottles before putting the tops on them. He placed them in the passenger
floorboard hoping to avoid a repeat of the spilt onions and Coke.

�Do you
really think you can make me scream loud enough for them to really hear us in
the motel?�

�That
sounds like a challenge, and you know I never back down from a challenge,� he
grabbed Scott roughly by the neck yanking him closer for a hard tongue-filled
kiss. He plundered the sweet mouth until he was achingly hard. He could feel
the heat of excitement pulsating through his dick, and he felt an
uncontrollable urge to fuck Scott�s brains out, so he grabbed Scott�s hips
forcibly and yanked him down onto his back like a rag doll.

Scott was
man-handled hard enough to jar his glasses slightly out of place, �Hey watch it
Logan! We don�t want a repeat performance
from the train station,� he panicked putting the glasses back into the correct
position.

�I always
ght ght you would look good in a convertible,� Logan
teased attacking the younger man�s mouth once again, �Besides, we could use the
air. It�s getting hot as hell in here.�

�We could
always stop what we�re doing.�

Logan
looked at Scott as if he had two heads sticking out of his ass, �Fuck that
idea!� He ripped off his own shirt revealing his muscular well-defined chest,
�On second thought, I�ll fuck you!�

Scott
allowed the Wolverine to practically shred his clothes from his body revealing
a tight firm body that was nearly vibrating with excitement. Logan
took a brief moment to appreciate the beauty in front of his eyes, �Okay
beautiful, get that pretty ass up in my face. I�m fucking starving!�

�Didn�t you
eat enough already?� Scott teased positioning himself between the two front
seats.

Logan
watched Scott squeezing into the tight space admiring the sleek muscles of his
favorite �fuck toy�, �What can I say? I�m all into gluttony, and I can�t get
enough of your unique taste.� He pushed Scott forward so that his chest, head,
and arms were lying on the back seat, while his legs and knees were straddling
the front console. His torso and ass were being held snuggly between the two
seats. Logan licked his lips
thinking about the desert he was about to receive, �Damn you are so fucking
sexy Summers. I�m going to fuck you with my tongue till you shoot your load on
your backseat.�

Scott
wiggled his backside in excitement, �What is it with you and my car? First you
steal it and now you�re spilling things on it. Weren�t the onions and coke
enough?�

�Hell no,
I�m just getting started,� Logan
grabbed the Peach pie that he got from the restaurant and ripped the top of the
crust off. He than slowly began squeezing the pie causing the filling to pour
down Scott�s crack covering the pink entryway with its sticky sweetness.

�Jesus�Logan
you are making me so fucking hot for you. Please lick it off of me. Shove it
inside and suck it back out.�

Logan
growled in approval of the request and positioned himself carefully behind
Scott�s legs. He sat on his knees on the floorboard, and found himself eye-level
with the tightest tastiest ass he had ever had the privilege to fuck, �You got
it baby. I�m going to make you so hard Scott.�

He pulled the
cheeks apart and watched his favorite hole quenching in anticipation. He saw
the sticky peach filling slowly making its way towards Scott�s scrotum. He
captured the flow with the very tip of his tongue and shoved it into Scott�s
entrance instead. He laughed when Scott jumped in shock of the invasion.

�That�s it Logan.
Stick it inside of me. Eat me good baby.� Logan did as instructed and shoved
the filling into Scott. He could feel the heat of Scott�s insides melting the
filling and causing the substance to leak out of his boy. He quickly latched
onto the slippery fluid and shoved it back inside where it belonged.

�God, you
taste so fucking good Scott,� he pulled the cheeks farther apart and went in
deep for a few quick hard thrusts, �I want my little slut to come on my tongue.
Are you going to be a good little slut and do that for me?�

�Oh God,
yes�Make me come on that tongue. Shove it in deeper!�

Logan
dove in deeper squeezing and slapping Scott�s ass at the same time. He knew
that being slapped and rimmed made Scott insane with excitement. Scott�s
moaning became louder and more intense as he was pushed to the brink of an
orgasm, �That�s my beautiful slut. You make me so hard when you moan like this.
Tell me how good it feels baby.�

�Logan,
just shut up and stick your tongue up my ass,� withhesihesitation, Logan shoved
his tongue so far up inside him that he thought he could feel Logan�s tongue in
his mouth, �Oh fuck�that�s it�right there baby. Yes�Don�t stop!� Logan
held on tightly to Scott as he climaxed, never stopping with the intrusion
until Scott was completely spent. He gently licked the outside of the hole as
Scott�s breathing evened out and his heartbeat slowed back down. He left a bit
of the peachy filling for lubrication.

�Get in the
backseat and lie down. I want to fuck you with my cock now,� he ordered pushing
Scott into the back of the car. He watched Scott struggling to get comfortable
in the tight spot, �Get on your back and prop your legs up on the two seat
backs.�

Scott got
on his back, spread his legs wide and propped them open as directed, �Like this
Logan?� he asked rubbing his inner
thighs teasingly.

�That�s a
good boy Scott. I love it when you spread your legs like this for me,� he moaned
as he pulled his steel-hard cock out of his pants, �I�m going to fuck you so
good. I�m going to make you scream.�

Scott
watched as Logan shoved his pants
down to his knees. He looked at the thick long cock being stroked expertly by
its owner, �Stick it to me good Wolverine. Make me wake up the whole
neighborhood.�

�You got it
Slim,� Logan promised as he shoved
his prick into the taut opening. He closed his eyes in concentration trying to
control the orgasm that Scott�s body was trying to pull out of him. It didn�t
help that Scott was wiggling his ass around trying to get him to go in deeper
and harder, �Stop moving Scott or I�m going to shoot before we even get
started.�

Scott
pouted in frustration, but he stopped moving and allowed Logan
to take the lead. Logan propped
himself up with one knee on the floorboard the other in the seat, and his hands
were placed on the opened window seal. He looked down and saw Scott smiling
like a kid in the candy store, �If I didn�t know better I would think you
actually like this Summers. Do you like having my cock in your ass?�

�Yes! God,
you know I do Logan. Please stop
teasing me and give it to me good baby.�

Logan
began to thrust harder and deeper into Scott�s willing body. He never took his
eyes off of the boy�s face. Once again he found himself wishing that he could
look into Scott�s eyes, but all of the emotion and happiness showed on Scott�s
mouth as well. He bent down and took Scott�s bottom lip into his mouth and
ed oed on it causing it to swell and turn red like another certain extremity on
Scott�s body.

�Fuck�You
are so fucking good to me Logan. Fuck me harder please,� Logan
pumped harder causing the car to violently rock side to side. He could hear the
creaking and squeaking coming from the car�s chassis as he rammed into Scott.
He was so intent on listening to the car and to Scott�s moans and pleas that he
didn�t hear the soft clearing of a throat the first or second time. The third
time was much louder and Logan
looked up to see who the hell would have the nerve to interrupt his fun time.

Logan
took one look at the young cop that was staring down at them. He had his hands
proppe on on his hip, one of them caressing the strap that held his firearm in
its holster, �Sir, I need you to cease what you are doing and get out of the
car.�

Scott hid
his face in shame with his hands, while Logan
continued to slowly fuck him even as the cop watched. He couldn�t help but to
moan loudly in pleasure when Logan
pulled his cock all the way out of his ass and plunged it back in hard. Logan
meanwhile, stared at the cop daring him to stop him from what he was doing.

�Sir, I
must insist that you stop��

Logan
growled in anger at the man who had dared to intrude upon his territory. He
released on adamantium claw and clicked it against the side of the car several
times, �Are we really going to have a problem here Bub?�

clasclass=MsoNormal> The young
cop swallowed hard in fear as the claw tapped the side of the car. He took one
look at the Logan�s eyes and saw
that the threat was real. There was no doubt that the mutant would tear him in
two if he interrupted again. He silently stepped back from the car watching as
the couple continued fornicating in public. They never covered Mutant Control
in AcadAcademy, and he sure as hell wasn�t about to find out how to do it against
a man who was obviously dangerous and protective of what was his.

Logan
watched the cop leaving and smiled down at Scott, �He�s gone. I guess he didn�t
enjoy the peepshow.�

�I can�t
believe you did that Logan. That
was risky don�t you think?�

�It was
well worth the risk Scott,� he replied pumping faster and harder into his
lover, �Scream for me baby. I want that cop to hear you and wish he were me.�

The idea of
the cop watching and getting off on it was enough to push Scott over the edge,
and he let loose a scream of pleasure so loud that Logan thought he heard dogs
howling back in return. He watched the sheer ecstasy on Scott�s face, and he
savored the feel of Scott clenching his inner walls together and milking Logan�s
seed inside of him.

Logan
pulled himself off of Scott flinching in pain as his knees and back popped from
the strain of the position, �Good thing I�m regenerative or I�d be in traction
for a week.�

Scott
snickered as he pulled himself off of the seat and sat up trying to catch his
breath, �Too bad I can�t say the same. I won�t be able to sit right for a
week.�

�Or walk
right�or shit right, but at least I got you to lose control,� Logan
joked leaning in for a kiss.

Scott
avoided the kiss and instead leaned over into the front seat and grabbed the
Rum. He took a sip and passed the bottle onto Logan,
�Well, at least I have this to keep me numb.�

Logan
looked down at his own cock that was already stirring with the need for more
fucking, �Well, too bad it won�t numb this,� he commented pointing down at his
new erection.

Scott
rolled his eyes in disbelief, �I�m going to have to get a bigger car if we�re
going to do this kind of thing again.�

�Like I
said, you would look good in a convertible. That way we can let the top down,
and you can ride my big dick all night long.�

�Do you
ever think about anything else besides your dick?� Scott asked taking the Rum
from Logan..

�Of course
I do. I think about my dick in your ass, in your mouth, and in your hand. I
also think about food; especially eating food off of your lovely body. Let�s
see�I also think about Global Warming and Manchester United�

Scott
laughed hard enough to spit the Rum out of his mouth onto the back of the front
seat, �Fuck, how the hell am I suppose to get all this shit off my seats and
floor?�

Logan
grabbed Scott and kissed him tenderly, �Well, I�ve always been a big fan of
watching you licking things off��

p clp class=MsoNormal>The End

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