Title: Iron Horse Author: Nyghtshayde Fandom: X-men movieverse Pairing: Logan/Bobby Rating: PG-13? Yeah, I think that could cover it. Summary: Logan teaches Bobby about survival in the wilderness. Archive: Charles can post this to http://www.allmyfault.org/movieslash/ all he wants. Anyone else needs to let me know where it's going first. E-mail: Nyghtshayde9@yahoo.com Webpage: http://www.livejournal.com/users/the_word9/ Series/Sequel: Not sure yet. I'm never sure till the idea comes up. Actually, on second glance, this is clearly in the sort of series I've got going since the Christmas fic. Disclaimer: These are not my characters. I gain nothing from writing about them except the pure personal joy of having written the thing. I'm a poor college student and always will be. Notes: Yet another challenge from the Slash_Galore Yahoo group. The theme on this one was traveling. Let's see if I can keep to the word count on this one. (Oops...nope. I sure didn't.) ================================================================================ Iron Horse Wind whipped through his short honey blond hair, tickling his scalp. Bobby felt a wildness in his soul he hadn't known till now. Well, that wasn't entirely correct. Ever since the older mutant and he had been getting closer, the teenager discovered within him something deep and instinctual. Something just under his skin and in his blood that Bobby could hardly describe as human. Then again, should he ever consider himself entirely human? When Logan had suggested that the two of them take a trip away from the mansion, Bobby initially registered shock. Of course, what raced through his mind initially was some romantic get-away, some fairytale setting with roses and chocolate. He later chided himself for being so silly, especially in regards to his very down to earth lover. Wolverine wasn't quite the roses, poetry and romance kind of guy. *Though there was last Valentine's Day with the strawberries and the candles*, Bobby thought to himself as he tightened his arms around Logan's waist, holding his breath as they sped around a sharp curve. Still. That was one night and the other mutant tended to be a little more direct, less charming, about his desires, and the young man really appreciated that about him. There were no games. No guessing what was on Logan's mind. Nothing of the drama that often accompanies a relationship. Later, Bobby found out that going away with Logan meant something altogether different from what he expected. When the Professor cornered Logan in his room and asked him point blank where he intended to take one of the students for the weekend..."And don't you think it's a bit odd, Logan? You of all people going away with one of them?"...Logan merely replied that he was taking the boy out camping to teach him a little more about survival. Particularly survival in the woods. After all, there could be another incident like with Stryker and the kids would be fucked if they didn't have enough people who knew their way around the wilderness. "Bobby Drake's a good kid. Smart. Calm. He's a prime candidate for this sort of thing," Logan had replied, lit cigar in his mouth and backpack slung over one shoulder. Wolverine had told him later just before they'd taken off that the professor had given him that All- Knowing Look that only Charles Xavier could get when it came to any of them. "Do you think he knows about us?" Bobby had asked, slightly worried that Logan would get into trouble. There had been silence while the scruffy mutant packed their bags into the black leather saddlebags on either side of the American Chief. It wasn't until they were just starting out that Bobby barely heard Logan respond over the growling of the bike's engine, "Yeah, he knows about us, kid. He's known for a while and I don't think he minds...so long as I don't kill you in the middle of a particularly dangerous make-out session." Logan had laughed then and driven away from the school, keeping any further thoughts to himself. Bobby was just about to yell a question over the engine, asking the age-old travel question, "Are we there yet?" when he felt the directional tug of the bike veering off the road and down a well- worn dirt path into the tall pines and oaks. It was just starting to feel like spring with warmer days and nights that still had a chilled bite to them. Bits of green were uncurling in the trees and poking up from the sleeping dirt. There were still dead leaves left behind from winter's sweep and Bobby could just make out the crunching of them under the Chief's tires. He watched the scenery pass them by on this bumpy road until finally, Logan brought them to a stop in a clearing surrounded by a thin copse of trees. "We're here, kid. This looks to be as good a place as any to camp out for the night," Wolverine stated matter-of-factly as he climbed off the bike first. He steadied the machine until his younger lover, who'd not been on a motorcycle till this point, could climb off carefully. Logan watched Bobby intently, listening to the race of the kid's heart beneath the leather jacket. "You okay?" he asked him when the teen didn't move much from the spot he'd been standing in. "Yeah, fine. Just...," he paused, trying to find the right words. "...still vibrating from the ride. S'all." "That a good feeling or a bad one?" Hazel eyes stared into blue ones, not sure what they were looking for. Or maybe they were just staring to stare at those intense eyes like cerulean ice. Eyes that ensured Logan never completely felt alone or unwanted. Bobby took a deep breath and then grinned mischievously at the other mutant. "I'd think that any vibration is a good one, Logan." At that, they both laughed out loud. Before unpacking the saddlebags, Logan closed the distance between them in the space of two seconds, surprising Bobby with the sudden animalistic heat that enveloped him just from the nearness of the older mutant's body to his. "First lesson in survival," Wolverine began with a growl as he pulled the teen into his arms, slamming their bodies together in a rough, proprietary manner. "Be careful of animals in the wild. They're not tame, they never will be tame and you can't just feed them from your...*hand* and expect them to obey." He gave the kid a feral grin, turned on at once by the rapid drumming of Bobby's heart and the scent of sweet arousal, and then he lowered his head and crushed his lips hungrily against the young mouth that parted with a stunned gasp. He moved Bobby backward until he had the youth pinned against an old pine tree, letting him know in body language alone that this...this very earthly love...was one of the most essential things to survival. Without it, even the most animalistic of creatures would go mad with grief.