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Squashed Together
By Trynia Merin
Summary: Missing Scene
I don't own Xmen, Marvel Comics Does. I don't get paid for this, and it's for entertainment only. It means no harm to the series.
Note: this story is a 'missing scene' from Classic X-Men 23's backup story Backlash.
I drew a comic panel or so of it, but figured I could more adequately get the
feel in pros since the artwork was already done so well. This is sort of a PWP
story, shameless Logan/Jean action, but considering how many people love to
read this stuff, I think they won't mind. :wink:
Rated R for M/F consensual hurt/comfort sexual situations, and language.

Thousands of spawned creatures from the toxic waste had
closed around them from all sides. They had gone into the abandoned plant after
Scott had heard Jean�s senses of something evil and forboding. From the greasy
spoon hamburger joint they had moved quickly under Jean�s Phoenix power. Then
the ground had crumbled beneath Jean and Logan, leaving Scott up on the surface
to deal with evacuating the artists who lived in the old studios converted from
chemical labs of yore.
All the toxic waste had incubated over the years, and Jean and Logan were in
the belly of the beast. Small globs of living sentience had grown eyes and
teeth, and a group collectiveness. Logan�s teasing Jean was driving her insane.
Jokes about how this was the �creature from the id� which she reproved and told
him to shut up. Adamantium claws unsheathed to protect Jean had diced the
creature into separate blobs. Unfortunately like the mythical hydra, they
became separate blobs with teeth and a savage appetite. Jean�s TK field shoved
each back in the gloom, only to have them rise and surround them in a huge
glob. Logan and Jean were back to back, crouching on the concrete and metal floor
while the sphere of her shield kept out the snapping, hissing blobs. They had
no intelligence, just instinct. To devour the flesh and survive.
How did Logan seem so calm.
�I�ll protect ya, darling,� Logan said as he shoved against her back, his
spine pressed to hers. His claws were drawn, anticipating the moment Jean�s TK
shield would buckle. Sweat beaded from her forhead as she kept them at bay.
Gleaming spectral blackness slid over the invisible energies, making her
stomach squirm.
�They�re here, Wolverine!� she gasped, straining.
Squashed together, inevitable. That's what he'd said. Jean's head was
pounding the more she pressed outwards with the TK shield. Already her backside
was pressed against Wolverine's arm, and he was chuckling as she pressed her
knees together and knelt. That rough steel couldn't be nice on those long
delicate legs, and he wondered if she was keeping the rough bits of metal out
as well.
"It's inevitable Red�"
"Shut up you're NOT helping," she shot back.
"Why don't ya just curl up and let it happen?" he asked, and she
half crouched on one knee as she felt Logan's arm around her shoulders.
"Wolverine, this is NOT a game or a joke! WE could be crushed,
killed!" she cried.
"Ahh, what a way to go," he smirked. He had shifted to standing on
one knee, and slid that knee around and back behind her bottom. She was
squirming and sweating, and it was growing close to impossible to deny his own
hunger. While he was riling her up, he was not in the least wanting her to get
killed.
"Logan, do you MIND� move your KNEE!" Jean yelled at him. He
shrugged and gave a halfhearted conciliatory grin.
"You can't be comfortable on that floor darlin�" Logan rasped.
"Hate seeing those pretty legs get all scraped up. Won't kill ya to sit on
something else�"
"You are a son of a bitch, you know that!" Jean yelled. "We
could DIE and you're laughing at me!"
"What are you worried about, I'll protect you," Logan said.
"Now I know you're nuts," Jean sulked. She winced and wailed in
pain, and tears dripped down her face. Logan stopped his teasing to see the
intense concentration that was present. She was terrified.
"Jeannie� hey� relax�" he got out, as she huddled up, her face
twisted in concern and desperation.
"I can't keep them out Logan� I can't� and you're not helping!"
Jean shrieked.
"Jean� it's all right� you CAN do it�" Logan found himself
babbling as he slid her onto his lap. "Let me just� there�"
"You got what you wanted you pervert," she sniffled, yielding as
she sat across his legs. He folded them Indian style and pulled Jean's legs
around to rest on his bent knees. Her bottom was in the triangle of his legs,
and his hand slid under her knees and her back to hold her there.
"Just hold it together Jean� I know you can�" Logan urged. "I
promised I'd protect ya and I mean it�"
"Give me a break Logan, what CAN you do against them! They'll strip the
flesh off both of us� your healing factor can take it� but if I relax my TK for
one second�"
"That's my point exactly, darlin," Logan said, lips to her ear.
"You keep the TK field around yourself. I'll be fine� and fight our way
outta here� but we GOTTA deal with what else is going on first�."
"Goddamn it Logan what do you want from me?" Jean despaired.
"I don't want to DIE!"
The plaintive note stabbed deeply at Logan, and he knew it was time to end
his game. She was terrified of dying and he wasn't helping at all. "Can't
you shove them back with one big push? If you do, I can carry yer pretty ass
outta here�"
"I can't� if I do I could kill innocent people�"
"They're smart enough to get their asses outta here aren't they? Let
One Eye evacuate 'em out�" Logan said pragmatically. "Besides, they
can get away easier then we can�"
"Logan� I can't unless� there's a split second between letting down the
shield and�"
"Like I said, put it around YOU, and then shove hard. I'll just hang on
as tight as I can and you can get us both outta here� you can fly right? My
healin' factor can take whatever ya throw at me. Even if you do end up barbecuing
me it's no big deal!"
Jean choked; her face twisted in intense concentration as Logan stroked her
back and held her on his lap. He was deadly serious, and he was only worried
about her welfare, even more so than his own. AT that realization she was sober,
and quiet. She relaxed, resigned to what must be done. Logan was squirming
under her and she shivered as she asked, "What are you� oh god Logan
they're pressing tighter�."
"Either take the shield off me and keep it around you, or make a
smaller target Jean� your choice," Logan said as he glanced at her,
sliding his fingers along her face.
"Logan�"
"Either way you gotta decide," Logan said. "You gotta deal
with this. Deal with me�"
She closed her eyes and focussed. "Scott," she whispered.
"Don't call your conscience Jean, it can't save you," Wolverine
cautioned.
"No� I'm contacting him� letting him know what I plan to do� he's
letting me know when the people are clear�"
"Good," Logan said, and she felt him shifting her in his lap so
she was immediately facing him. She gasped, feeling him reposition her knees so
they were pressed front to front.
"Ohh you are SO dead," Jean growled.
"Takes up LESS space," Logan said with a smirk. "And it's
more comfortable ya gotta admit�"
"For WHO?" Jean groaned. But he kept his hands to himself, simply
repositioning her on his lap so his arms wrapped around her body. She had no
choice but to straddle him, and that was driving her nuts. She wanted to turn
around and sit, but the alternative of feeling him pressed to her backside
seemed even worse. He could touch much less with her front pressed to his, and
there were two layers of clothes between them.
Logan slid his arms down to cover her legs and she realized he was pulling
his jacket around them both, shifting so she was as small against him as
possible. His chin buried in her cheek, and he inadvertently moved so she was
right against him.
Even though she was going insane with fear, the small change in volume was
enough to relax the pounding in her head somewhat. "You got what you
wanted, Logan," she murmured sadly. "Me right where you wanted�"
"You have to deal with it Jean� deal with me�" Logan rumbled in
her ear. "C'mere�"
"Where ELSE can I go?" Jean sniffled.
"Phoenix force is passion, darlin, isn't it? You're holding it back,
but it can save us both. An' it�s up to me to get ya to let it go�"
"What?" she asked.
"Jean, you've got the power within you to save BOTH of us a dozen times
over. Why is THIS such a hard task?"
"Logan, it� it hungers� sometimes if I let go� I might not be able
to�" Jean stammered, admitting for the first time to someone else that she
was terrified.
"I know Jeannie, I know," Logan said sadly. "Don't you
realize I know far more than you ever figured? What it's like to have a
bezerker raging to get out? I know what yer going through darlin cause I've
BEEN there�"
"Then it's not just to piss me off?" she asked.
"Scott knows ya only so well. But you're changed. You've got that
hunger for something else. If you don't have someone helping ya through it who
understands the nature of your beast yer gonna be lost�"
"And you're the one to do that?" Jean bit off her words.
"Yeah. Who better, Jeannie? You can't deny that's what's drawing us
together. I'm just like you� the way I heal myself each time I'm almost killed.
We're two of a kind� and you can't sit there and tell me you don't realize
it�"
"Please don't�" Jean stammered.
"Don't what? I've seen ya Jeannie. He's seen ya. He's terrified, even
if he loves ya. I'm scared FOR ya, but I know yer strong enough to win over
it."
"What good's screwing me senseless going to do to get us OUT of
this?" Jean asked.
"Awaken that Phoenix inside ya," Logan said. "It wants
passion. It's egging ya on� I can smell it� daring ya to stick to honor and
hold it back when you could save yourself and everyone else by letting
go�"
"I can't let go�"
"Oh? I can think of plenty of times I coulda held back my bezerker
rage, and it was what saved everyone's asses�" Wolverine laughed.
Jean gasped, feeling uncomfortable as his desire was extremely apparent, and
she was extremely aroused. And shifting and wriggling only made it worse. She
shifted and Logan slid his hands between them, sliding his fingers within that
made her yelp. She bit her lip, gasping. "If I let go."
"It's instinctive� you let it take over, you'll survive, and save both
of us and everyone. Phoenix is raw passion, a force of nature. So'm I,"
Logan said as he reached up and she felt something cutting away the offending
scrap of soaked underwear. Her mind was partitioned between keeping her field
up and trying to resist him.
"What are you doing Logan�?�
"Dealing with this� dealing with us," he said. "I'm not just
lookin' fer some lame excuse t' bang ya darlin� but something tells me this is
one of the only ways� I promise I won't hurt ya�"
She moaned as his lips were close to hers, and the distance closed. Her
muffled cry was caught against him, and Logan's mind buzzed inside of hers.
"Focus on the field Jeannie. Keep your mind on nothing but that. Let
yourself go�"
"You're enjoying this� I'm at your mercy�" she whimpered as he
thrust his tongue into her mouth, and there were only his jeans between them. A
rapid flurry of events as he pulled her hands, which were folded into her
chest, and she shifted them down to slid between him and her. Logan gritted his
teeth, going insane from the smell and desire roiling between them.
"Yes and no� yes I'm enjoying this, but no not because I have you 'at'
my mercy'�"
Jean was also going mad, and she sensed the latent energy bursting inside
his being. All curled up like a coiled spring and able to be tapped. A
startling realization dawned and she knew what he was doing as he opened his
mind. The phoenix hungered, and she was holding it back. It needed raw power,
and Logan had abundance.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Ready," she swallowed, and Logan covered her lips in a kiss, as
she wrapped herself around him and he around her. She felt incredibly nervous
and uncomfortable, pent up with frustration and unresolved questions.
Logan shared the kiss and his thoughts were loud, "Jean it's driving
us both insane� you've got to push hard enough against them� don't worry about
me!"
"Don't be stupid Logan�you suggested this� I can't just let you be
burned by my flames� that's what will happen unless�"
"I thought that the kiss would be enough� the action of skin t' skin
darlin would give ya my strength an' energy�"

"Need more, much more Logan� and I hate myself for
suggesting it�" came Jean's miserable thoughts. "I need to be
with you completely� and as closely as possible�"
"I understand Jean, just do it� whatever it takes�" Logan's
mind echoed back. "One time or a dozen is the same to me� as long as
you're safe and alive�"
If he was linked to her, she could extend that power between them, an
elemental pairing as old as time. Yet Scott� this forced intimacy would save
hundreds, but yet would possibly betray Scott. Of their own volition, she slid
her fingers down between them and reached for his shirt buttons then his belt.
Their kiss remained unbroken as she scooted away, and she released his confined
passions.
"Forgive me Scott�"
Skin touched skin, and she sensed the surprise and unrequited desire he had
held all those months that they'd believed one another dead. Jean with a gasp
of relief slid over him and their bodies were joined. Logan's gasping moan
through their kiss both delighted and despaired her. Denim under her, flannel
before her, and the only contact being the limited exposure of intimacy drove
her over the edge and dragged Logan with her.
Jean whimpered, feeling him filling her and tears were in her eyes. Logan
sucked in a breath and his moan of completion startled her. Comfort became
secondary, and the close contact exploded the barrier between them. Thoughts
merged and she knew the totality that she feared the most. He was perfectly
content at whatever brief contact. Even if it was just this time, buried in her
sweet wetness with death all around, kissing her hungrily and clinging to her.
"Jeannie, so right, so incredible," came his thoughts amidst
others. "Take my strength, take it all� I�m giving it all to ya�"
Patterns of energy merged and blended, and Jean felt the explosion of
release like a supernova as Logan entered her. It didn't take long, and the
minutes that seemed hours were mere seconds. The force screeched through them
both, and Logan almost lost his senses as fire claimed his flesh and mind.
The next thing he remembered was clinging for dear life and a motion
upwards. Jean's body was for a moment liquid light, and he was changed along
with her. Mental force, becoming fire and light blurred the molecules of her
body and his. Till at last he saw outside them and they were rolling over on
the grass in a tangle of arms and legs.
Logan could feel her under him, wriggling slightly, and he gathered her in
his arms for a soft kiss. Jean choked at its tenderness, and it was more than
she could bear. She shifted to move back, and the motion drove them together. The
hot release of Logan's passion caused her to whimper for it seemed almost
anticlimactic to the violence of their exodus.
Jean groaned and disengaged from him, as he sat there, breathless.
"Jeannie�" he started, but her look told him to keep quiet. Glancing
aside her began to put himself back together, his hands kept at his sides
because he sensed she wanted it like that. His body hummed with pleasure and
satisfaction, both that he had finally reached what they'd long desired, and
she knew his reasons were valid and beyond mere satiation.
Scott's voice was echoing close, and he knew why as he leaned down and
quickly put himself back together. Jean was resting with her legs under his,
panting to breathe again, and her hair in disarray. Logan licked his lips,
wondering if what happened had just happened. She saw Logan grabbing something
in one hand and stuffing it into his pocket. A scrap of pink lace told her that
it was her missing underpants.
Jean's face was turned away, and he knew the answer. They were alive, and
the intense heat of the flames still affected them from that distance.
"Jean! Wolverine� are you all right�"
Jean glanced anxiously at Wolverine, who gave a small knowing smile. An
unspoken promise existed, and she nodded slowly and gratefully. "I saw the
fire, the explosion�" Scott said, as Jean pulled her legs out from under
Logan's, and he slowly got to his feet. Ruby quartz glasses hid whatever
expression on Scott's face, and Jean thanked God he was clueless.
"Best time I had in months," Logan chuckled, walking away as Scott
and Jean looked on. It was not so much for Jean but more for Scott's addled
brain to figure out. A challenge to the other male, nothing less and nothing
more.
He reached down and helped her to stand. She staggered against him, and
groaned. Thankfully she could get out of whatever would happen next by saying
she had a headache. Wouldn't do to have Scott realize she was missing
something?

Later that night, he sensed something or someone was there,
and couldn't move. Was it someone's power holding him down or something else?
"You have something that belongs to me," Jean said clearly.
Logan blinked awake, sitting up in bed. He glanced sidelong at her, and saw
her standing just inside his window. How in hell had she gotten here without
him waking? The window was open, and he knew from the scent that she must have
flown up here.
Around her billowed a silk nightdress. Logan smelled the tang of arousal,
and groaned. It had to be a dream, considering what he just went through a few hours
earlier. Yet his senses were alert and alive enough that he knew wakefulness
from sleep. Even if he was on the knives' edge of insanity at times.
"Hello Red," he said as calmly as possible.
"My underwear, Logan. Give them back," Jean said.
"IS that all?" he chuckled, reaching under his pillow and holding
them. "You SURE you want them back."
"C'mon you little pervert, you got your kicks� give 'em back�"
"So that's what ya think of me Jean? Some guy who's gotten his sick
thrill?" Logan asked as he sat up, and she saw the dead seriousness in his
eyes.
"Isn't that what it was? You probably saved both our lives, but I'm not
going to let you get your secret kicks by keeping my panties as a trophy� to
share with your drunken asshole buddies at Austers�"
"Jeannie you don't KNOW my friends, so don't you DARE judge me,"
Wolverine growled.
"You've got SOME nerve�"
"So have YOU!" Wolverine snarled, leaping out of bed and crouching
as he stood by her. He threw the scrap of cloth at her, and they landed at her
feet.
"Excuse me?" Jean asked, her eyes wide with something between
disgust and surprise.
"You're the mind reader, you figure it out, lady," Logan grumbled.
"If you do, you'd know that everything you're saying is so off beam it's
not even FUNNY�"
"Who are you to be yelling at me?" Jean laughed harshly. "I
wasn't the one who took advantage of�"
"You consented to it, Jeannie," he said. "And with it you had
to realize why. It was never just a cheap lay for us, Jeannie. It was gonna be
something special�"
"What?" Jean asked.
"Back when I thought ya died, I had an ache inside that was killing
me�" Logan snarled. "And your boyfriend� he felt NOTHING!"
"You're nuts," Jean shook her head.
"He didn't feel a DAMN thing about you, Jean," said Logan angrily,
stabbing the air with his finger. "Your big boyfriend and fianc�e just
didn't feel a thing!"
"Logan� you're�"
"Use your mind powers. I'm not lying Jean," Logan said. "Not
about THIS�"
Invisible tendrils of her power snaked out, encompassing his thoughts. He dredged
up those horrid days they had waited for some confirmation. Some way of knowing
if they were dead or alive. Jean swallowed hard, and then blinked. "You
are telling the truth�"
"Yeah, big flamin' deal," he said.
"And you did meet someone," she said with a hint of amusement.
"Someone I hardly know, Red. It was always you. Always."
"Why?" Jean asked.
"Don't always have an answer for that, Jeannie," he said flatly.
"Just feel the way I do."
"I'm sorry, for what it's worth, Logan," Jean said as she sat down
on the windowsill. Logan sunk to the bed, head in his hands as Jean sat in
shock.
"Yeah s'om I Red," Logan muttered. "Go way all right? Lemme
be�"
"No," Jean said. "Not now. Not after this� I can't just walk
away�"
"Why not?" Logan asked harshly.
"Because�" she trailed off, and choked. "Don't you see� you
were right, and I hated you for it� he doesn�t' understand and yet� I'm so
scared I'll lose control and kill you all�"
"Red," Logan said as he saw her sitting there. He got up and sat
next to her, his hand inches from touching her.
"Logan, I might become devoid of all emotion� and kill just because it
feels good�"
"Not you Jean, you're better than that. If I can� you�"
"No Logan, I'm not strong enough�"
"Bullshit," Logan snapped. "I know you better than that, Red.
You're strong enough to lick this. Control it."
"Not every stinking second of every day!"
"What do you think I do?" Logan asked. "Sit on my thumb and
spin? Look, you can do it. And I can help you� if you'll let me�"
"How? Meditation� fighting? They're all not enough�"
"You're looking at the force all wrong. Fearing it, hating it like I
hate my own demons, Jeannie. But it's part of you like my animal's part of me.
You just gotta remind it whose boss, and let it out when it needs to be there
to help you survive. Those little releases will be enough to keep it happy� and
you said the Phoenix is a force of nature�"
"Like you?" she nodded.
"Yep," Logan nodded, taking her hand and squeezing it. "You
helped me all those times. My turn now�"
She buried her head in his chest and he pulled her to sit on his lap. Jean
didn't push him away, and she had to admit it was far more comfortable then the
hard windowsill. His arms encircled her, and she sat there as he rocked her.

"Jean?" Logan asked as he shook her.
"Hmm?" she asked.
"Hate to bother ya, but ya fell asleep just then," Logan said. She
groaned. He lifted her under her legs and she was aware of him carrying her
towards his bed.
"What are you doing Logan?"
"Got two choices� either crash here, with me, or I carry ya back to
your room�"
"No�" she gasped. "I mean� don't leave the room I�"
"So, your place or mine?" Logan laughed.
"That's not funny�" Jean groaned.
"We don�t' have to do anything, Jeannie," he said as he carried
her gently over, and lay her carefully down on one side of the full bed.
Thankfully they were all this size, not the dreaded twin beds that were hardly
enough to turn over on. "I'll even sleep on the damn floor if ya want� if
that'll make you more comfortable�"
"Logan," she laughed as he pulled the covers around her, and she
lay back.
"Japanese sleep on the floor," he shrugged.
"Logan?"
"What darlin?"
"Thanks," Jean said with a chuckle as she sat there in his bed,
and Logan was finding it awfully difficult to stop from reacting to the sight.
"It's all right� you can sleep here�"
"Don't think it IS all right," he mumbled, considering heading to
the bathroom.
"Please, just come here," Jean said, and Logan was halfway across
the floor before he could stop himself. He sat next to her, and Jean slid her
hand up and down his arm and up to his chin.
"You need something, Red?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You really meant it when you said� you� had plans for us?" Jean
asked.
"I don't remember saying THAT�"
"I sensed it in your mind� when we� were� together," she coughed.
"Did you?" Logan asked.
"Please� tell me what they were�" she trailed off. "I want to
know�"
"Because?"
"I just do," she said, and Logan's
nostrils flared with her scent.
He slid along side of her, and kissed her gently. They rolled over and Logan
positioned her on top of himself so she could lie more comfortably. For the
longest time he just held her, kissing her gently in ways that made her melt
and wonder. His soft sighs surprised her as did his gentleness, for she had
expected a savage beast to screw her senseless.
He hissed when she lay atop him, kissing him. She looked down at him, her
body arching over his, with a small smile of satisfaction as he groaned.
"Jeannie you feel so good�"
"So do you� god� I need this� I miss�"
"Never thought I'd hear ya say that, Red," Logan said as he thrust
up, and she opened her mouth with a surprised gasp.
"Logan I� never thought� awwww�" Jean yelped, and he laughed,
reaching up to caress lightly. Her squeal and cry made him chuckle all the more
and sigh deeply at the feel of her around him. When she shivered with the first
incredible release she collapsed on him, and rolled off, raising herself on her
hands and knees.
"You all right love?" he asked.
"I need� I hunger," Jean gasped, tears in her eyes at how good it
felt. Logan knew what she needed, and slid behind her.
Her animalistic noises were making him even more insane, and he directed her
to look at her reflection as he moved behind her. She was going to have red
welts from what he was doing but it felt so sinfully good. Especially the
fierce savagery that makes her shiver and shake. Scott may not understand the
force that raged between them, but the Phoenix did. On an instinctual level
knowing that he was satiating passions that rivaled his own was her only hope
of salvation. He had tamed his beast, and could help her tame hers.
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