I inhaled deeply, the cherry on my cigar glowing in the darkness, smoke surrounding me, fogging up the window. I heard a rustle and turned my head over my shoulder to see Kurt had turned on his back, his tail hanging off the side of the bed. I went back to staring outside, the only sound was Kurt's labored breathing. I closed my eyes, letting my forehead rest on the cold window, sweat dripping down my temple.

"Logan, what are you doing still awake?" It was Charles. I took another hit off my cigar.

"Just keeping watch."

"I'm sure Kurt can take care of himself. He doesn't need a guard dog, you know." I glanced back at my sleeping blue skinned lover and felt my eyes scan his lean body, my gaze tracing the symbols that were etched into his skin.

"You may not think so, Charles...but I do. After what happened with Stryker, I'm not taking any chances." I turned my palm over and put out my cigar, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

"You keep doing that you'll end up with a permanent scar." I turned and saw Kurt sitting upright, watching me. A small smirk formed on my lips, the moon illuminating Kurt's body, causing him to glow like some kind of angel. Which only made me chuckle at the thought of how ironic that was.

"What's so funny?" He laid on his stomach, his chin propped up on his palm, his tail flapping against the side of the bed. I shook my head and stared back out the window.

"Nothin'. Go back to sleep, Elf." I heard a bamf and felt arms wrap around me, the smell of sulfur mixing with my cigar smoke.

"The Professor was right, liebchen. I can take care of myself." I turned around, grabbing the mutant demon by his waist.

"You sure about that?" He gave a smirk as I felt the tip of his tail slide up my spine.

"I'm pretty sure." I tangled my rough hands into his dark curls, our foreheads resting on one another's, the color contrast between our skins incomprehensible.

"Come to bed, liebe. It's late." He took my hand and lead me over to the bed. I wrapped my arms around my circus performer and felt him snuggle into my chest. I guess I could give up standing guard for one night.