The Healing Process

Title: Aggressive Therapy

Rating: R

Notes: I’ll be damned it has been a minute…three kids n two lifetimes later. K Devoire; I’m glad you liked it…these two are two primal characters so it would only make sense that a fight for dominance would take place. It just helps make the bond that much deeper…we hope. Sweet, now I’ve been glomped both in person and virtually, or whatever…I win. We rarely get the chance to experience the good doctor in his more, primitive capacities…I figured he was due lol. Justanothergyrl; Thank you, I am trying… Gimpy; can’t go wrong with a little angst especially from two delicious brooding characters. We’ll just have to see which direction the story takes these two. MeanGreenPizzaEatingMachine; I am the USP queen baby…I love giving odd pairs face time cause it creates a challenge to see if I can actually make the pairing work. So far, so good don’t ya think? Dished up another serving for all you loyal fat kids out there in weirdo pairing land lol, enjoy. LeSang; Thank you and yes there is more. The 13th; Thank you very much, I appreciate the well wishes. Reed MCCoy; Thank you. Havoc Tellenoi; Hopefully you haven’t keeled over yet… Lonewolf; K, it’s updated. The lyrics are from Live‘s Hold Me Up.



There was pain, there was the smell and taste of blood, sex, shame and tears. Hank groaned and with some considerable effort he forced his uncooperative eyelids to open. The forest was shrouded in darkness by now and he was still over as well as inside of the silent, unmoving man laying beneath him.



The flash of memories returned and a shocked chuckle escaped his throat before he could squash the impulse. He heard a sharp intake of breath and watched as the back muscles in front of him tensed. A heaviness began to form in Hank’s stomach from the mixture of signals he was picking up from his mate.



With as much care as he could manage, the doctor eased out of Logan’s body and put a few inches of space between the two of them. A soft, low purr flowed from Hank’s chest and he again leaned forward to lap gently at the already closed wound on the back of his mate’s neck.



A sudden blinding pain centered on the side of his head caused him to yelp and stumble sideways. Logan spun around, his teeth bared and his claws unsheathed. Hank shook the fuzzy throbbing from his head and gave his mate a look of utter confusion.



“What…?”



Without a word, Wolverine scooped up the tattered remains of his trousers and swiped angrily at his red rimmed eyes. He turned his back to Hank and began sprinting in the direction of the mansion.



By this time Henry had recovered enough from the elbow to his temple and exploded forward to give chase, making sure to snag his discarded shorts. His height worked to his advantage as he was able to quickly overcome his fleeing companion and tackle the smaller man to the ground. Logan snarled fiercely and made to snap at whatever body part his teeth could reach.



Luckily, McCoy was just that much faster and was able to dodge the gnashing teeth of his bedmate. After several attempts were made and suffered through the blue mutant decided that he’d had enough. He growled in irritation and slammed his massive paw down on his mate’s throat with enough force to make the other man choke off his own breath.



“That’s enough!” He thundered angrily. “You will stop this ridiculous behavior at once and explain yourself.”



“S’plain what?” Logan strained. “I gaht no-”



Beast pressed his claws into the flesh to make his point known. “Now.” He hissed.



Wolverine sneered at the blue mutant but nodded anyway. Hank loosened his grip but remained hovering to keep the other man from trying to bolt again. Logan coughed a few times, deliberately avoiding eye contact as he rasped in a flat tone.



“Business is finished, wasn’t in tha mood fer all the fake touchy feely crap. I’m a man fer fuck sake, I know how fuckin’s supposed tah go.”



Suddenly, Logan was forced to look directly into the glowering eyes of the creature that mere seconds ago had been Henry McCoy. The shadows of the night forest darkened every feature except the menacing yellow tint of those piercing orbs. An actual shiver of apprehension crawled across the feral’s skin in response to the nearly suffocating show of power he was receiving from the doctor. In all the years he’s known the man, Logan couldn’t recall ever having seen the gentle physician look quite so…intimidating.



“Business?” Hank growled in a voice that sounded more brute than man. “Is this what you think?”



Wolverine gasped loudly and arched up when he felt a sharp claw trace the underside of his still exposed member. There was another low rumble from the man above him and then lips crashed hard against his. The taste of blood spun together with the overwhelming essence of the Beast that surrounded him and just like that, the fight was over.



Hank growled appreciatively when he felt his mate’s strong legs wrap around his waist. He outright purred when stout fingers sunk themselves into his mane and began massaging the scalp underneath. Beast broke off from the kiss and dipped his head lower, pressing his lips gently against the area of his beloved’s neck he had so forcefully mistreated earlier.



Logan sighed and let his head fall back to allow this man all the access he wanted. He lazily licked at the few remaining drops of blood still on his lip and moaned softly when he felt Hank nip gently at his pulse point. His hands drifted down to clutch loosely at broad shoulders as the Wolverine, finally, surrendered himself to his Dominant.



Hold me up in the palm of your hand

Lying to you is a river of sin

Your metaphors your silent calls

Your feelings are too real

Let them spew a fall from grace

Will do us good today

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“Hank! Hank, are you out here!”



Both men froze at the sound of Scott’s voice as it ripped through the once silent wood. McCoy mouthed a sharp swear word into Logan’s neck a split second before scrambling to his feet. The other man followed suit, whipping his head in every direction to see if anyone had managed to spot them.



A sudden strong gust of wind brought the sweet smell of vanilla to Logan’s sensitive nose, alerting him to the uncomfortably close proximity of the weather witch. The feral glanced down at the hopeless state of his ruined bottoms and threw a frustrated snort in Hank’s general direction. The doctor had no time to retort as his mate took a large leap upward, swinging himself up into the high branches of a nearby pine.



Hank had just enough time to slip into his own trunks before a beam of light cut a sweeping path through the foliage, momentarily blinding him.



“I’ve spotted him Scott! Henry!”



Ororo swooped down and landed gracefully just a few feet away from her teammate.



“Henry, are you ok? There was quite a commotion coming from this direction earlier and we feared you may have been attacked.”



Henry chuckled and smiled politely to the dark-skinned beauty but never got the opportunity to begin an explanation ahead of Scott’s sudden appearance. He flicked the flashlight in his hand over the general area while he addressed his two housemates.



“Is everything ok? Hank, we heard some sort of ruckus going on out here.”



“Everything is fine Scott…”



“Hank, what happened to you shoulder? Why is it bleeding?”



The doctor hadn’t noticed his young friend Bobby trailing along behind Scott until he heard the question. Now he swore ever so discreetly, having completely forgotten the wound he had sustained during his scuffle with Logan.



Scott hurried forward, shining the flashlight directly on the laceration that was now caked over with dried blood, matted fur and dirt. Now that he had the chance to look at it properly, Hank couldn’t help the small swell of pride that rose up in him. His mate had put up quite the struggle; but of course, the Beast wouldn’t have taken him any other way.



“What happened? I thought you said everything was fine. How did you get this wound?” Cyclops ranted while flinging the flashlight about.



Whether it was by luck or chance he couldn’t know but Hank flinched when the light flickered across a bare leg dangling from a branch several feet above their heads. Everyone present looked up in unison at the still naked form of the Wolverine.



“Shit, can’t a guy air himself out in privacy? Don’t stare too hard Cyke, people might talk.”



A flash of fiery possessiveness rushed through the Beast’s veins but he fought it back down.



“Fuck you Logan. So what, you’re just attacking anyone who comes along now. I know you had something to do with this.” Scott made a motion towards Hank’s arm.



“Scott, please…”



There was an almost inaudible thump as Logan leapt from his perch in the tree and landed somewhere in the shadows.



“You know fer a fact eh? How bout ya just mind yer own damn business? If Hank says he’s fine, then he’s fine.”



“Logan-” Henry tried.



“The welfare of this team is my business you simple minded prick. As field leader-”


“Well we aint in no fuckin field are we ya fuckin asshole? So why don’t ya take yer business elsewhere?”



“Whoa, hey guys…” Bobby piped meekly.



“That’s it! I’m officially deeming you a danger to this team! When I get a hold of the Professor I’ll have you out those gates so goddamn fast-”



“Come with it you uptight piece a-”



There was a loud shout and Cyclops bolted forward in a direct line for Logan. The feral tensed, readying himself for the incoming clash when his line of sight was suddenly obscured by a towering blue form.



In a move the team leader never saw coming, Beast thrust out his arm and caught the charging mutant by the front of his t-shirt. All it took from there was the momentum that had already built up and Scott suddenly found himself dangling in mid air facing a very deadly looking Dr. McCoy. There was a gasp from somewhere as Hank brought the other man closer until they were almost nose to nose.



“No one touches him, understand?” He hissed dangerously. “If there is any issue let it be resolved now otherwise…” Hank turned to address everyone present, “…please excuse us.”



He struggled to stop himself from tossing Scott into one of the many trees and instead released him with a harsh shove which sent the other mutant tumbling. The doctor then turned to face his lover and extended his hand.



Logan’s mouth suddenly felt dry and he could feel his face begin to flush with mild embarrassment. He breathed deeply and stepped forward.



“Uh…Hank? Dude?…”



“Some other time Robert.” Hank kept his voice level as he addressed his friend, all the while keeping his gaze on Logan.



When he was close enough, McCoy placed a hand at the small of the feral’s back and steered him in the direction of the mansion. Ororo gave a small smile and quietly lifted herself into the air. Bobby moved to help Scott pick himself up off the ground.



Hank quietly marched his mate through the woods until he was sure they were out of sight of their teammates. Then he came to a halt and slipped his arm around Logan’s waist to pull him flush against his own body. The scent of pheromones swirled around Logan causing his eyelids to flutter and his body to go lax in his lover’s embrace.



A predatory grin spread across Henry’s face and he reached down with his free hand to lift his mate up. Out of reflex, Wolverine’s legs encircled his Dominant’s waist and he laid his head on one massive shoulder. Hank swung them around so he could lean Logan up against a nearby tree.



The feral made something akin to a purring noise and nipped playfully at the Doctor’s shoulder. Henry hummed deep in his chest and squeezed the firm ass cradled in his palm, eliciting a tantalizing moan from the other man. Then he decided to up the ante and gave an even rougher squeeze using his claws.



Hank felt blunt fingertips dig deep into the muscles of his arm and a grin spread across his face when Logan growled with obvious arousal. The legs around his waist tightened their grip as his mate began to roll his hips and grind wantonly against him. He felt a tongue travel along the shell of his ear and a shiver raced across his flesh.



The tingle had barely begun to taper off before Logan started an attack on his neck, sucking and biting while still rubbing himself against Henry’s torso. White heat crashed at the back of the Beast’s eyes and he abruptly released his hold on the Canadian. Logan swayed slightly when his feet found the ground but he wasn’t given long to find balance when he felt Henry’s hand grip the back of his neck and turn him to face the trunk of the tree.



A small twinge of unease was quickly washed away and replaced with a strangled cry when the feral felt his Dominant’s tongue glide along the crease of his backside. His hands scrambled to find purchase on the tree as Hank ever so gently and much too slowly pushed the very tip into his body. Then Logan nearly collapsed when he felt sharp nails just brush his testicles seconds before a warm hand wrapped itself around his aching erection.



The man’s head swam as he altered between pushing back against the tongue and thrusting forward into the tight grip. A second hand seemed to appear out of nowhere to unexpectedly thwart any and all efforts at stimulation. Logan was helpless to do anything but moan breathlessly as Hank began his leisurely exploration.



Minutes were as hours to the shorter man while his lover continued the delicious torture of his body. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity Hank pulled away only long enough to slip off his shorts. There was no resistance when Hank reached out again and turned him around so his back was now against the tree.



Once again the feral was lifted up and Logan began to harshly when he felt the warm silken skin of Hank’s passion press against his entrance. A warm puff of air hit his face a split second before the doctor’s lips found his. A dizzying buzz filled the Wolverine’s head and he found himself relaxing as Henry gingerly pushed forward.



Matching hushed groans blended flawlessly with the ruckus of nighttime nature so that only a single tree sighed at the sound. Hank squeezed his eyes shut tight and turned his head to the side as he continued to bury himself to the hilt. There was a pause while the Beast waited patiently for his mate to acclimate to the intrusion.



It didn’t take long, just the slightest hitch of breath and a twitch of hips spurred the fur covered mutant into motion. The pace was steady, his intention this time not to claim but to own. Logan wound his arms around Hank’s neck and brought their mouths together a second time, pouring fire and need into the action.



Despite his plan to keep this slow and merciful, Hank felt the burn of wild want light up his veins. A growl rose steadily in his throat and danced wickedly across their joined apertures. Logan made a small sound and broke the kiss, tipping his head back until it settled against the tree trunk.



“Hank…”



The whisper of his name was all it took and the doctor was lost. He buried his forehead in the crook of Wolverine’s shoulder as the Beast suddenly took over.



Logan gave a broken shout when his Dominant began slamming into him, the nearly brutal movement striking that secret spot deep inside his body. His head thrashed side to side and his hands flew up becoming tangled in that thick blue-black hair. It was all the feral could do to hold on as his breath and his sanity were relentlessly stolen with every thrust.



Then without warning, he sunk his teeth into Hank’s forearm as his orgasm hit with all the force of a tsunami. The Beast howled and his movements stalled when his body found its release in the clenching channel of his mate. The whole of the earth seemed to grind to a halt and silence itself in respect as the two bodies sunk to the forest floor.



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