Title: Marking Territory
Author: Nyghtshayde
Fandom: X-men
Pairing: Logan/Kurt
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Kurt takes the lead for a change...
Archive: Charles: yes please! Anyone else, ask first and tell me
where it's going.
E-mail: Nyghtshayde9@yahoo.com
Webpage: http://www.livejournal.com/users/the_word9/
Series/Sequel: Not sure yet. We'll have to wait and see what the
boys want...
Disclaimer: These pretty men are not mine, alas. But I'm going to
play with them a lot and *not* make any money off of them.
Warnings: Testosterone. Biting. Talk of "Teleportation
Intervention". And "foreplay sexportation"...don't ask. You'll
understand when you read it.
Notes: Thanks to Rebecca (nice_girls_play) for the
term "teleportation intervention" and for the bits in German that I
could get from her. My footnotes are for her!

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Marking Territory

The first time that he sunk his teeth into that hard muscled flesh,
it was an accident. They'd been sparring in the defunct danger room
and when Logan had tumbled the blue mutant, Kurt's mouth was open
and he wound up with a hunk of bicep between his lips. The impact
of the fall to the ground forced his mouth closed and his sharp
canines clamped down, drawing blood. It took a moment to register
what had happened and that the coppery taste on his tongue was not
from him. Just as he widened his yellow eyes in shock, he noticed
something just under the pained expression that his lover wore.

Logan's dark eyes flashed with something akin to the passion Kurt
was used to seeing in the bedroom, and a long low growl rumbled from
his throat.

*Pain turns you on then?*

Later that evening, after dinner and a very heated debate that
almost turned into a fistfight between Logan and Scott, Kurt just
barely managed to pull the former away from the others and up the
stairs toward one of their rooms. The likelihood of this sort of
thing had gone down for a while, but when both men had started
drinking earlier, then challenged each other to an arm-wrestling
match...well, things were destined to turn ugly. They might not
have bothered had Professor Xavier stayed, but he'd retired, saying
that he wanted to catch up with some reading. So the long-time
rivals, full of several shots of hard liquor and more testosterone
than any ten mutants combined, had taken over one of the tables in
the game room and set about trying to prove who had a bigger dick.

"Come on, Logan. Time for bed," Kurt was saying, his accented voice
attempting to croon at the still-grumbling mutant. He was already
prepared that if Wolverine tried to head back downstairs to give
Scott a good pummeling, he would just teleport, grab the muscled
ball of angst and teleport directly into his (Kurt's) room with the
door already locked. Thankfully, it seemed, Logan started to wind
down by the time they reached their destination.

"Here. Let me," came the graveled reply as a hand shot out and
grabbed the doorknob first. Twisting it ruthlessly, probably
wishing it was Scott's neck, Logan shoved the door open and stalked
inside. Kurt followed him inside, then closed and locked the door
behind him, flipping on the light switch just inside the threshold.
He leaned against the doorframe, watching as Logan moved across the
room. He slumped down into a chair and started to pull off his
boots, complaining under his breath about high-handed goody-two-
shoes mutants who proved their hypocrisy by cheating in a fair
fight.

Nightcrawler stifled a laugh, his arms crossed over his chest at
first. He looked down at his feet and counted till ten, giving his
lover the chance to undress himself before he finally pushed away
from the wall and moved gracefully over to him. He'd been giving a
lot of thought through most of the evening about the biting incident
earlier and how Logan had reacted to it. He'd seen him react
favorably to pain before but Kurt had blown it off, not really
thinking of using it as a tactic beneath the sheets. Tonight,
however, he couldn't get it out of his mind. Logan looked surprised
at first when the other mutant knelt down in front of him, giving
him a patient and loving smile as blue, three-fingered hands moved
to push him back into the chair and then pull off his boots
carefully, tossing them aside. There was a strange look in
Nightcrawler's eyes, one that appeared to be slightly distant and
Wolverine recognized that as his "thinking" look. Something was on
his mind, but Logan wanted Kurt in the here and now.

"Mmm...glad you dragged me upstairs now. I didn't realize till now
that I needed some `you' time," growled Wolverine, that predatory
look swiping over his eyes, his lips pulling back into a hungry
smile. Kurt felt his heart begin to pick up speed and without
warning, his arms were grabbed and he was pulled to his feet,
suddenly pushed back toward the bed. Logan shoved his lover down
against the mattress, staring down at him in undisguised lust as he
pulled off his t-shirt and quickly worked at the buttons of his
jeans until they, too, were off. He crawled slowly onto the bed,
knees on either side of Nightcrawler's legs as he lowered his face,
nuzzling his face against the faded denim and soft cotton that
separated him from the flesh he wanted.

"Logan," Kurt began, but had no idea what he was going to say. His
heart was really pounding in his chest now, like it always did when
sex started out rough. He was about to say something more when he
felt teeth pulling at the fly of his jeans. Inclining himself on
his elbows, he saw Logan beginning to undo the button and zipper
with his mouth, teeth white and feral, digging into the material.
Nightcrawler groaned, his head falling back against the mattress as
he enjoyed what was being done in the efforts to get rid of his
clothes. At this point, all his earlier thoughts went to the back of
his head. He easily got lost in the sensations from Logan's mouth,
feeling his tongue licking out at his shivering blue skin teasingly
as strong hands now took over the removal of his pants. Kurt let
out small gasps of excitement when he felt Logan pushing his t-shirt
further up his body with his nose, his mouth pressing against his
taut stomach. "Mein Gott," he whispered, sucking in a breath when
the mutant above him slid down his jeans and boxers, pushing them to
the floor, his mouth never leaving him.

"Mmm," Wolverine growled softly, pressing his body against Kurt's as
he slid back up, grasping handfuls of t-shirt before he pulled it
off his best friend and lover. He tossed the shirt onto the floor
then brought his hands back to knead against the lithely muscled
body beneath him. Once more, he nuzzled his face against Kurt's
stomach, turning his mouth so that his lips warmed the skin near his
bellybutton up over the ribcage and further still until mouth and
teeth clamped down on the very erect left nipple.

Crying out, Kurt arched his back, hands grasping for the covers
underneath him. It was at that moment that he remembered his
thoughts from earlier and, grinning mischievously up at Logan, he
bamfed out from under the other mutant. Wolverine rolled over to
look around the room, his eyebrow arched in curiosity as he wondered
where the hell the elf went to. Just as he was about to get off the
bed, a mixture of concerned and pissed off washing over him, there
was another dose of sulfur nearby and Kurt fell on top of him,
pinning him to the bed.

"What the fu--," he started to exclaim, but the surprise of the
teleportation and then this kept him from finishing. He stared up
into the face above his, growling at the impish smile that greeted
him back.

"(1)Gebt dich!" Kurt exclaimed playfully.

Logan, however, missed the tone of his voice. He started to push
up, intending to get back to where they were, when Kurt bore down on
him. Hands pressed into Logan's muscled shoulders, and before he
could say anything else, his face descended on him, mouth open and
teeth clamping down on his left pec. Howling in pain, Wolverine
went into survival mode. Not realizing that this was all still a
part of their bedroom play, he pushed Kurt back with all his
strength until the fuzzy blue mutant went flying off the bed and
into the wall near the dresser. He heard the body impact with a
loud, bruising sound and in the instant it took to fly off the
handle, Logan's eyes widened in shock at what just happened.

"Kurt?" he asked, crawling to the edge of bed. He saw the crumpled
heap that was his lover, leaning against the wall, and in seconds,
Wolverine was off the bed and across the room, kneeling down beside
him.

"Wha--," Kurt started, wincing at the throb from the back of his
head. He rubbed his hand against it, thankful that it wasn't
bleeding. "What did you do that for?" he finally managed, looking
up at Logan. There was a look of fear and concern in the dark eyes
above him, and strong hands already reached for him, trying to be
comforting. Kurt almost shrunk back from the touch and then
realized that he'd probably made a mistake.

"Me? What the hell were you doing, Elf?" Logan demanded, barking
his question in a way that made his lover shrug back away from him.
*Dammit, Logan*, he reprimanded himself. But the question was a
valid one. What the hell was Kurt thinking? Using Danger Room
tactics on him while they were...in the middle of...Logan quickly
turned his attention back to Kurt, his hands once more reaching to
caress the blue flesh that he hoped wasn't too badly scraped up.
From what he could tell, there would be bruises...but no actual
cuts.

"I was..." Kurt started to explain, suddenly blushing. He looked
away from Logan's worried expression and back and forth at their
naked bodies, which hadn't quite had a chance to work up a
sweat. "I was trying something different." When it was clear that
this wouldn't be enough of an explanation for the animalistic
mutant, Nightcrawler curled his knees up to his chest, wrapping his
arms around them. "You...earlier...when we were sparring...you..."
Kurt was getting exasperated with himself and he could feel the
edginess radiating off his lover. Finally he looked back up,
meeting the gaze with his own narrowed golden eyes. "Dammit,
Logan! You *liked* the biting!"

Wolverine was taken aback by the exclamation, sitting back on his
heels and wrapping one hand around one of Kurt's ankles because at
this moment he couldn't bear not to touch him. He was letting the
implications of what was said sink in and suddenly it came to him in
a wave. His eyes opened wide once more and his mouth dropping open,
stunned.

"So...you weren't...um...*attacking me*?" Logan finally asked, his
voice lowered apologetically.

The revelation of what Wolverine had thought smacked Kurt in the
face nearly as hard as he'd banged into the wall. Oh shit, he
thought. So that's why he'd...yeah. *Okay, Kurt, you idiot. You
wanted to play dominant for a change and picked the worst possible
way to attempt it*. Fucking great.

"Um...no," he began, offering a nervous little smile. "That was not
my intention." Kurt paused and moved closer to Logan, reaching down
to take one of his lover's hands into both of his. Bringing it up
close to his face, he brushed his lips across the knuckles where he
knew the claws struck from. "(2)Tut mir wirklich leid."

Having learned many languages, he interpreted the apology quickly
and answered by reaching the hand over to stroke Kurt's cheek. He
offered a smile, less hungry than before but with all the passion in
him.

"(3)Es ist nichts, mein freund," Logan replied. "Now, bub, I don't
know about you, but this floor's fuckin' cold. My naked ass ain't
comfortable down here. What's say we get back to bed?"

Kurt smiled and nodded in agreement, the pain in the back of his
head subsiding a little, but the movement nonetheless making him
grimace a little. He started to stand up on his own, watching as
Wolverine got nimbly to his feet. Strong hands reached down and
grasped his own, hauling him up to his feet. Slowly, Kurt started
to move toward the bed with Logan right next to him, a hand resting
on the curve of his back.

"Ow," Nightcrawler said, playing up the bruise on the back of his
head.

Logan just grinned. "Oh cut it out, ya big baby. I've seen you
take worse head-shots than that before. You'll live," he teased.
Kurt cut his eyes behind him, scowling and sticking out his
tongue. "Oh...promise?" Wolverine added and delivered a stinging
slap to the naked blue ass in front of him. Then he walked ahead of
Kurt, dropping down onto the bed and lying on his back, hands under
his head, one knee brought up. Nightcrawler couldn't help but stare
at the flexing muscles in that unclad thigh, and he licked his lips,
his head forgotten. Logan cocked an eyebrow at him and growled,
getting his partner's attention. "Oh and don't try and weasel your
way out of this, Elf. I don't want to hear `not tonight,
dear...I've got a headache'."

Both men just laughed and while Kurt thought about teasing him with
the comment, he didn't bother saying anything else. It was his turn
to crawl onto the bed, gliding up the length of his friend and
pressing his body against the warmth that rose a little to greet
him. Soon enough, their legs were entangled and Logan's arms were
wrapped around Kurt's waist, hands grabbing the tight blue globes of
his ass. At this point, they'd begun grinding against each other,
and by magnetic (or sexual) draw, their mouths were locked in a kiss
that hadn't let either of them up for air yet. Kurt reached over
toward the bedside table, fumbling open the drawer and grabbing at
items. He moved his lips down swirling his tongue at the hollow of
Logan's throat, which elicited a deep guttural moan from his
partner. Bringing his hand back to the bed, he kissed further down
until he was teasing alternating circles around very excited
nipples. While sucking on one, he traced his sharp teeth over it
and felt a shudder beneath him as well as the twitch of Wolverine's
cock against his own.

Taking this as the cue to go ahead, Kurt bit down a little harder
all the while messing with the condom wrapper and lube he'd pulled
from the nightstand. There was a growl of appreciation this time
and one of Logan's hands snaked down to get the condom from the
other mutant. Kurt felt this, however, and slapped the hand away,
rewarding Wolverine by pressing his teeth down even more into the
bud of flesh. This time when the mutant cried out it wasn't out of
*fight or flight*. There was a deep keening of pain to it, but
there was also the sound from earlier in the day; the sound that
told Nightcrawler that he was on the right track for giving
pleasure.

Suddenly realizing that he couldn't get the damned foil package and
tube opened with his hands where they were and his teeth clamped
down onto his lover, he decided to get inventive. It wouldn't be
the first time. He leaned his body against Logan's, still sucking
on the nipple and scraping his teeth against the now tender flesh,
and brought his hands up together, ripping open the foil. While he
sat back just a little to put on the condom, his tail slithered up
and deftly wrapped around the container of lube, flipping open the
top. He used one hand to prop himself up and the other to smooth on
the slick substance that his tail squeezed onto his condom-clad
cock. Then he slid back, mouth disengaging from Logan as he used
both hands to push the strong legs back, raising Wolverine's ass up
for easier access. This wasn't the first time for this either, but
it was usually on request or suggestion...rarely on Kurt's
initiative.

Logan growled underneath him, impatiently, and flinched as one slick
finger probed its way inside. Slowly, carefully, Kurt gave him time
to get used to the penetration until finally through grit teeth,
Wolverine stated rather emphatically,

"Inside me...*now*!"

At first, Kurt thought about telling him no...making him
wait...dragging out the foreplay a little longer. But there was
something urgent in Logan's dark blue eyes that said he didn't want
to wait. Or perhaps *couldn't*. Not one to disappoint a lover, or
so he hoped, Kurt edged his cock inside as carefully as he'd done
with his finger. As soon as he was in, he leaned back down, Logan's
legs braced against his shoulders, and without further ado, Kurt
began rocking his hips back and forth, driving in and out. *Now*
they were both sweat covered and panting. *Now* they were in synch
with what Kurt had intended all along for the evening. They both
moaned, eyes closed for the longest time until finally opening and
staring into each other as if holding on visually.

Then, continuing to thrust into Logan fervently, Kurt lowered his
face once more, licking out at the opposite nipple. One hand moved
up to wrap around the cock between them and Logan arched upward,
groaning loudly as he neared his release. Not much further from it
himself, the mutant on top pumped both his hand and his cock against
the different parts of Wolverine's body and then once more clamped
his teeth onto the salty flesh under his tongue. His teeth pierced
the skin and he began sucking at it, knowing that he was leaving a
mark, albeit a temporary one, but a nice deep welt nonetheless.
Wolverine nearly screamed at all the sensations that wracked his
body; the pain, pleasure and all the waves in between. His toes
curled near Kurt's pointed ears and he slammed back against the bed,
roaring even as he came, spilling over the blue fingers that
continued to thrust around him. After a few more seconds, Kurt
followed suit, lifting his head to cry out as he pushed once more
into Logan.

They stayed that way for no longer than the span of two heartbeats
before Kurt finally pulled out, discarding the used condom into the
wastebasket at the side of the bed. It felt longer, like movie slow
motion had taken over their movements. Nevertheless, both mutants
unkinked their bodies from each other, and as soon as Logan stopped
shuddering, he pulled his partner down onto the mattress beside
him. One arm was underneath and the other wrapped around the narrow
blue hip, a finger playing lightly up and down Kurt's side.
Nightcrawler had to resist the urge to move away from the tickling
and instead curled up against his lover. He traced a finger over
the mark he'd left on Wolverine and was almost sad that it would
begin to fade away shortly. He felt Logan shiver at the touch,
knowing from experience that hickeys stung when touched afterward.

"Well...you marked me," Logan began, staring down at the deep purple-
red bruise that did indeed start to disappear. He looked into
Kurt's eyes and saw faint disappointment in their depths. Cupping
his chin tenderly, he raised the face to look at him. "Hey...don't
look so upset," he continued, leaning down to kiss Kurt softly on
the lips. "The physical evidence don't matter. I'm already *yours*
for the askin'."

Kurt grinned at that and started to say something, one of his hands
grasping Logan's hip and pulling him closer. But Wolverine just
smirked and arched an eyebrow.

"Now, don't know what else you had planned...but...it's," he
started, sliding his hands over the agile body against his, moving
until he had Kurt pinned beneath him. "...*my turn*."

This time, there was no teleporting out of this. No resistance. No
attempt at turning the tables. Kurt was deliciously content this
time to give in to the kisses and caresses and...*ouch*...bites from
his partner.

It would be several hours before either of them would sleep.

**Footnotes:

1. "Got you."
2. "I'm really sorry."
3. "It's nothing, my friend." **