VICTIM 2

Too close to the holidays for combat. But evil never takes a break. Professor Xavier on the other hand, allowed his students to go home if they could. For the ones who couldn't, he, Jean, and Scott took out for a day in town.

Logan and John chose to spar in The Danger Room. Boulders, a bit of plant life, even running water. Logan, clearly the superior of the two, punched John back until he fell to his knees. Logan smirked. John didn't like where this was going and rammed himself into the other man. Logan laughed a bit, cradling John who was failing to bring him down, "Tired already?"

John released his grip and stood back. He smoothed his hair away from his face and spat on the floor, "I'm going easy on you." Logan laughed even harder and taunted John like a football player. John made a face and ran forward to knock him down. As soon as they made contact, Logan allowed them both to fall backwards with John on top. John set up his fist but Logan caught it and flip themselves over. Logan leaned in close and sniffed at John's neck while twisting his thigh into the other man's groin, "Not even sweaty yet."

John dug himself further into the dirt, "Is this why you wanted to train?"

Logan said nothing as he slipped his hand down the man's side and up his shirt but John caught it before it went any further. "You thought I was training you to fight?" Logan queried. He bit down on the nape of his neck, as John winced, Logan moaned.

"Stop! That was a one time thing!" John screamed.

Logan sat himself up and pushed John back down by his shoulders, "Don't be so generic."

John looked at him confused, "I don't think that's —"

Logan pushed their lips together. John looked away and punched Logan in the gut as many times as he could. Logan laughed, "That tickles." He grabbed John's wrists and rubbed his palms into his arms, creating an uncomfortable friction.

"Logan, what the fuck," John inched himself up for some distance. Logan sat back on his legs and unbuckled his belt. He unbuttoned his jeans and slid the zipper down slowly. John crawled back and hit his back against a boulder. Too much blood was building up where it shouldn't and he squeezed his legs together to hide it. Logan smirked at him again.

"That's it," Logan stood up and walked closer to John scrunched up on the floor, "you don't have to hide from the big bad—"

"Fuck you!" John screamed, a wave of panic rushing over him. He crawled himself up, pants tightening but face contorting in pain, "Logan, I swear to God."

"Swear to me instead," Logan lifted his ribbed, sleeveless over his head and through it in John's face. The momentary distraction gave Logan just what he needed to grip John's waistband closer to his body.

"Logan, stop!"

"What the hell are you two doing?"

Bobby's voice came through the air like a cool breeze. Logan and John looked over their shoulders to find Bobby standing at the entrance. He was frozen. Ahead of him stood Logan, shirtless, pants undone, hand gripped on John's pants, bodies connected with no room to breathe. As soon as Bobby intervened, John and Logan lost their composure.

"Bobby, I can explain!" John pushed Logan off of him and ran to his friend, "Fuck that, no fuck that! This isn't what it looks like!"

Bobby held back his emotions, "Maybe I should leave you two to it."

"Fuck you!" With a finger pointed at Bobby, "and fuck you, too!" And John was out of sight.

Bobby watched him go. Waiting a few moments to clear the awkward silence that would befall the two. He turned to say goodbye to Logan but Logan was barreling him down with his eyes. Bobby bit his lip in laughter, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your foreplay." He threw his hands up defensively.

In complete silence, Logan walked around Bobby and hit the doors of The Danger Room with a fist until it shut. Bobby stepped up to Logan, "I was just on my way out."

"Cerebro, set room to Simulation 2," Logan shouted, keeping Bobby from reaching the doors behind him.

Bobby smiled and looked away, "Logan, I've got a plane to catch. You and John can sync up later."

The room went completely dark. Red lights shot through the room, illuminating only the areas it made contact with. Bobby couldn't see a thing but the air started feeling thick and heavy. On instinct, he blew on his hands to cool down but only his breath touched his palms. He blew again, harder this time, but nothing. He rubbed his palms together and dug his fingers into his palm. He tried materializing ice but still nothing. He turned around sharply. "Logan? What's going on?"

No reply came his way. Bobby scanned the room, eyes adjusting slowly. The room was completely bare. Only strobes of red crisscrossing at odd ends. He kept a lookout, unconsciously bringing his hands to his lips again to breathe ice but nothing. This wasn't boding well so he turned to leave but Logan caught his shirt, "Logan! You scared me!" He screamed.

"Getting kinda hot in here, isn't it?" Logan walked Bobby backwards.

"Yeah it is, hey, why can't I use my powers?"

"Eventually, you'll all need to learn to fight without them," Logan said, lips brushing against Bobby's.

"I don't think this is the best time for combat training," Bobby whispered back in fear.

"At a moment's notice, anything can happen," Logan gripped Bobby's shirt harder and gripped Bobby's dick. It wasn't hard, so he kept rubbing against his jeans.

"Logan, what do you — this is fucking comfortable," Bobby expressed.

Logan smirked, line of red hitting at the exact moment, "It ain't for me."

"I don't like where this is going," Bobby pleaded.

"You'll learn to like it. He did." And with that Logan pulled Bobby into a kiss, gripping him tighter until Bobby screamed into his mouth. Bobby lifted his arm and smacked it into Logan's neck. Logan reeled back in pain, teeth ripping at Bobby's lower lip.

"Get the fuck off of me!"

Logan snarled and slapped him on the face. Bobby stepped back and grabbed his face with one hand, rubbing his lips with other. He looked down and rubbed his fingers together, a mix of sweat and blood.

"I'm bleeding!"

"Let me fix it for you," and within a second Logan whipped out his belt and forced it on Bobby's mouth. Bobby's hands reached up to stop it but Logan pressed his foot onto Bobby's, pressing as much weight onto it as he could. Bobby screamed as Logan fixed the strap around his head. Logan roughly buckled him in and stole Bobby's hands with his own, "You're gonna need to bite down on that for me, please."

Logan dug his nails on Bobby's wrists as he gripped them tight.

The air in the room was getting thicker and Bobby couldn't stand it. From the pain running up his arms, his mouth silenced, and his body overheating, he needed to get out of this situation and fast. Logan released his grip on Bobby's wrists to massage his neck as he bit down. And bit down hard as Bobby cried out. Bobby had no strength to fight back but only grabbed onto Logan's shoulders in an attempt to push him back. As Logan's teeth clamped down harder and Bobby's figure started to weaken, Logan used this lapse to undo Bobby's jeans.

Bobby's hands reacted quickly and held onto Logan's hands, eyes pleading, biting the belt hard. Logan smiled and kissed the belt on Bobby's lips as he shoved his pants down. Bobby fell backwards but Logan caught him in his arms, placing one foot on the middle of his jeans, preventing Bobby from moving.

"You can either enjoy this now, or enjoy this later," Logan lamented.

Bobby nodded his head, tears forming in his eyes. Logan licked his lips and Bobby allowed Logan to kick off his pants. "Now, I'm gonna let go and I want you to sit on your ass." Bobby nodded and did as he was told.

Bobby sat on the ground, biting the belt hard, resisting the urge to cry, propped up on his hands.

Logan was casually folding his pants up, watching the boy, smiling the whole time. Next came his boxers. Which he kicked off to the side. "Now you," Logan cooed.

Bobby breathed in deeply and shakily removed his underwear, leaving them to rest at his ankles. Logan laughed, "Leave them there."

Bobby just nodded.

"But can you remove your socks and shoes?"

Bobby nodded again and untied his shoes, slipping them off one by one, next his socks. Logan took a whiff, "Hot in here isn't it?" Bobby nodded.

Logan rubbed his beard and ran the same hand down his neck and down into his abs until he reached his painfully throbbing member. He held it in place, slapping it a little to keep the blood flowing. He looked down at his cock and then back to Bobby, "You've got to do better than that." Logan gestured with his free hand, "Shirt. Take it off."

Bobby awkwardly fumbled with the hem of his shirt and threw it over his head, belt slipping off his mouth, "Logan, please I have a plane—"

"I'll tell your parents what happened, trust me. Tighten that belt around your mouth before I tighten it for you."

Bobby nodded meekly and tightened the belt around his mouth once more. Logan walked closer, face expressionless, standing above Bobby, hands on the belt. Logan smiled.

"Do you want to enjoy this now?" Logan asked. Bobby agreed hastily. Logan's smiled faded, "I don't want you to, yet."

Logan squatted down and yanked Bobby closer by his legs, underwear around his ankles, until his legs were up in the air. Logan didn't even hesitate as he thrust three fingers into Bobby's hole. Bobby screamed and then bit onto the belt harder than he had before. Logan smirked, "Bleeding is normal," Bobby screamed, "ask your lip."

Bobby cried into the pressure, nothing about this felt nice. But Logan hushed him, weaving his fingers in and out, licking his lips as he did so. Bobby pressed his legs into Logan's hands begging for it to feel nice but Logan's smile only widened. Bobby cried into the belt, biting as hard as he could. Logan connected eyes with him and his smile faded.

Bobby continued pushing his body forward, forcing himself to relax but Logan didn't want any of that. He began stretching his finger out a bit wider, a bit deeper, not even trying to hit a certain spot and Bobby just cried into the belt more. Logan looked at Bobby's dick, still flaccid.

"You want this to feel good, don't you?" Logan questioned.

Bobby nodded aggressively.

Logan smiled again, "Then let me do all the work."

Logan removed his fingers at once causing Bobby to lurch forward and shout. But Logan hushed him with a kiss to the belt. He trailed his lips up to Bobby's forehead and whispered into it, "You're not going to feel it until I want you to."

Bobby leaned back in fear. He fell onto his back and tried to push himself away on his back. Logan let him, stepping on his underwear, letting Bobby wriggle out of them. Bobby laid on his back, belt over his mouth, completely naked otherwise. Logan breathed out in frustration. The heat of the room getting to him. He looked down and saw his excitement had disappeared. He smiled at Bobby, "I'm going to have to try harder."

Bobby crawled back. But Logan just kept in pace with him until he was on top of Bobby. His length growing in anticipation. Throbbing against the hot air, a breath away from Bobby's.

"I want you hard," Logan cooed again. Bobby nodded and reached for his penis but Logan stopped him, "but I want to do it." Bobby gulped and nodded. "Lay your head."

Bobby laid his head down and looked up. The room was still so dark. Red lights streaking where they could. His eyes were streaming and his breathing was haggard. He was scared. He was in pain. But Logan was caressing his nipples with his lips and Bobby seemed to calm down. He looked down in shock but Logan gripped his neck tight with one hand. Logan continued nipping at his nipples tenderly, alternating between the two. Bobby was confused. He didn't like this but he liked it. Logan continued nipping, giving each a kiss before moving to the other. As he did this, his other hand massaged Bobby's stomach gently, trailing down but never reaching the most important part. Bobby's whimpers riled Logan up so much his dick was aching for some attention of its own.

Logan didn't want to ruin the moment with conversation so he kissed his way down until he reached right above Bobby's dick. He kept kissing away at the skin, rubbing his beard against the hairs of his groin until Bobby's own started to harden. Bobby looked down, lips stuck on the belt, saliva dripping, whimpering angrily.

Logan looked up as he kept kissing the patch right above his dick. When their eyes connected, Logan lowered his mouth to the head of Bobby's dick, but instead of making contact, he just blew a kiss at it. Bobby bucked his hips forward but Logan pressed him down with a hand. Bobby whimpered. Body sweating, dick hardening, paining him, writhing his ass cheeks into the ground beneath him. He bucked his hips forward again but Logan pushed it back down. Logan started to look bored. Bobby whimpered and sat up but Logan pinched him on his nipple and Bobby winced.

Bobby's dick was hard now. It was throbbing itself. He scooted himself closer to Logan. Trying to catch any feeling of arousal while it was there. He bit on the belt hard and kept thrusting his hips forward but Logan stopped him.

Bobby looked up in confusion. Logan bent down and kissed him on the belt.

"Cerebro, return to default settings," Logan shouted.

Bobby stumbled forward. The room started morphing into it's basic state. Empty and mechanical.

Logan was away and sticking his legs into his boxers. Bobby sat on his ass, breathing deeply, chest rising and falling.

Logan grabbed his pants, unfolded them, and slipped them on before turning to Bobby, "You can keep the belt. I stole it from Scott anyway."

Logan winked at him and went to grab his ribbed, sleeveless before exiting The Danger Room.

Bobby sat in complete silence, the sound of his breath calming down, naked, belt over his mouth. Lights getting brighter and brighter with every second spent on the floor.