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"Needle to the vein/needle to the vein/take this needle from my vein my friend/" <Goddess why do I do this to myself?> Slender fingers tap firmly on the inside of an elbow. <I can’t take it I can’t take it I can’t take it.> Long, thin metal, separating smooth mocha skin. <Need to get away. Got to get away.> Push, pull, push. There! Sleeve slides down. Garbage can used. Ready to go…

“Come on, guys! We don’t have all night.” Cyclops jogged around to the various members of the team. No one looked too bad, the mission was less work than anyone expected, and it was time to go home. “In the bird, now, everyone!”

“Shut up, dickhead.” Logan stalked over to the waiting plane. Cocking his head to one side, he smirked. “Beat me to it, frosty?”

“Hey, you snooze, you lose, Wolvie. Window seat’s mine, bitch.” Bobby leaned up against the interior wall, sighing heavily.

“Don’t call me that, snowman.” Logan lit a cigar.

“The captain has turned on the ‘no smoking’ sign. Please fasten your safety belts and return your food trays to a full upright position.” Cyclops sat in the captain’s chair.

“Where’s Ororo?” Jean craned her head around, looking for the weather witch.

“Dunno,” Logan stood up and looked around. “There she is—in the back. Don’t look good. Y’ok, ‘Ro?”

“’M fine. Sleepy. Fly this dragon home.” Storm curled up on the single cot in the back of the plane.

“She’s out of it. Must’ve slept bad last night.” Cyclops fired up the Blackbird and the team headed for home.

A few minutes later, Logan reached over and unbuckled Bobby’s seatbelt. “Hey, whatcha doin’ tha—“ A hand clamped over Bobby’s mouth as Logan dragged him towards the head.

“Shut up, kid.” Logan pushed Bobby into the tiny cubicle, following him. He turned, shutting and locking the door.

“You could’ve said something, you know.” Bobby sat on the counter, facing Logan.

“Don’ wanna talk. Wanna fuck. Don’ need to talk to fuck.” Logan reached over, unfastening the younger man’s uniform. Bobby smirked, then began to remove Logan’s uniform as well. Well, he tried to. As soon as he got to the fastenings, Logan started growling. In a move Bobby could never dream of emulating, Logan peeled off the top of Bobby’s black leather outfit, unfastening his pants in the process. As his shirt was brought back down behind him, Logan caught him at the waist and drug him forward, almost off of the narrow counter. He let go of the jacket, yanking down Bobby’s trousers, catching them on his boots. Before Bobby could comment on the maneuver, Logan snapped his head up, swallowing him whole.

“Ah, gods Lo—“ A hand shot up, clamping down over his mouth. Bobby sucked in a finger, copying Logan’s movements on his cock.

Logan ran his tongue down the underside of Bobby’s shaft, from the tip to the root, scraping his teeth over the top. He pulled back, so only the tip remained balanced on his tongue. He ran his tongue over the swollen head, catching the clear drops there, spreading the taste of his lover through his mouth. Pursing his lips over the hard cock, he began a gentle suction, pushing slowly down the shaft, moving back and forth, occasionally nipping here and there. Bobby thrust his hips forward in counterpoint to the rhythmic suckling, pulling harder on Logan’s fingers. As his thrusting grew more uncontrolled, Logan reached up with his free hand and tugged on the testicles curled up tight to Bobby’s body.

“Gah, why’d you…I was gonna co—“ The fingers pushed forcefully back in Bobby’s mouth.

“You wan’ them ta hear ya? I told ya, don’ gotta talk ta fuck.” Logan hissed up at Bobby. He then straightened, turning Bobby around in the process. He reached over into the small cabinet next to the counter, pulling out a tube of ointment. “Guess neosporin’ll work. Ya won’ get infected, that’s fer sure.” Logan chuckled softly into Bobby’s ear. Bobby shivered at the growl, rubbing back against Logan, pressing his ass against the prominent bulge in Logan’s uniform. Logan turned his head slightly, catching Bobby’s earlobe between his teeth, worrying the soft flesh. Bobby trembled, moaning and sucking on Logan’s fingers even harder. Logan twisted off the cap of the ointment with his free hand and reached down to squeeze some of the stuff between the cheeks of Bobby’s ass. He tossed the tube onto the counter and moved his hand back to the tight opening he’d just anointed. Probing gently, he rubbed one finger around the opening, then pushed it in. Bobby jerked up, shuddering at the sensation. Logan thrust the finger in and out, twisting until he hit Bobby’s prostate. Bobby yelped around Logan’s fingers, biting down in spite of himself. Logan growled in response. A second finger joined the first and Bobby leaned forward, resting his forehead against the wall of the bathroom, thrusting his hips back onto Logan’s hand. Logan pulled his fingers out abruptly, making Bobby growl and pull on the fingers in his mouth. Logan quickly unfastened his uniform, placing the head of his erection at the loosened opening he’d just prepared.

“Ya ready, frosty?” Bobby shook his head frantically, thrusting back as far as his position would allow. As Logan pushed forward, Bobby brought an arm around behind both him and Logan, pulling the older man forward even more. He braced his other hand on the edge of the counter, his forehead still pressed to the wall. A small moan escaped him as Logan paused, seated balls deep inside Bobby. He slowly pulled back, then returned. Bobby pushed back, holding Logan as tightly as he could, with both his arm and his internal muscles.

“Be back in a minute, Scott.” Jean unbuckled her seatbelt, then stood up.

“What is it, hon?” Cyclops turned toward his wife.

“Just gotta go. Too much coffee.” Jean worked her way toward the head. As she walked back, she failed to notice the two empty seats. When she reached the head, she tried to open the door. It wouldn’t budge. She tried the latch again, then leaned against it.

“Damn it, open up!” A low moan stopped her efforts at once.

//Oh shit, they’re at it again! Scott, Logan’s got Bobby in the head, and they’re fucking all over the counter again!// Jean telepathed to her husband, in her most frustrated mindvoice.

//Oh hell. Knock a little louder, sugar. Maybe they’ll get the picture.// Scott sent back to his wife.

Logan thrust harder into Bobby, twisting his hips. Bobby closed his eyes, moaning at the sensations. Logan was hitting his prostate constantly, sending bolts of electricity up and down his spine. It was all he could to do stay upright, and that was mostly due to the counter and Logan’s cock holding him up. Bang! Bang! A series of loud raps on the door send Bobby straight up in the air. Logan caught him with one arm, holding him tight against his body. “Quiet, Bobby. Not a word.” Logan punctuated his warning with a vicious thrust. Bobby’s eyes rolled back in his head.

Jean pounded on the door again. //Scott, it’s not working. Can’t I just tell them to get the hell out. I’ve GOT TO GO!//

//Knock a little louder, sugar. They’ll get the message.//

Jean returned to pounding on the door.

Bobby jumped again at the renewed knocking. Logan switched tactics, thrusting in time to the pounding. Bang! Bang, on the door! Logan thrust twice in quick succession. Bobby sucked harder on Logan’s fingers, quivering around his shaft. Logan propped Bobby back counter and moved his newly free hand down to Bobby’s aching cock. As Bobby rested his head on the wall once more, Logan began fisting his erection counterpoint to the thrusting in time to the pounding on the door. Bang! Bang! The door vibrated, Logan thrust, Bobby nearly howled. So close, so close, just a little more.

Jean’s hand was getting tired. She switched hands and began pounding continuously on the door. At that point, she noticed the plane bouncing and gliding erratically. //Babe? What’s going on?// She sent to her husband.

//We’ve hit a storm, pretty bad by the looks of it. Doesn’t look too big, though. We should be fine.// Cyclops returned to piloting.

<Flying, gliding, clouds…Where’s that dragon? Oh, there you are, my little friend. No, do not try to—NO!!!! Don’t touch me! Stay away! Running, flying, STAY AWAY FROM ME! I HATE YOU! Stay away or I’ll—there, lightening scares you, does it not? We will just keep apart, no?>

Bobby wailed again as the tempo of Logan’s thrusts became continuous, in concert to the pounding on the door. His cock was about to explode, Logan was fisting it furiously. Then the plane rocked to the side. Bobby flew up, Logan jammed his hand down hard on Bobby’s cock as he drove deeper still into his ass. With a low groan, Bobby came, spurting hotly over Logan’s fist as Logan sank his teeth into the nape of Bobby’s neck, filling him with his seed. The pair slumped over to the wall as the ship continued to bounce around.

//Damn it Scott, what’s happening?// Jean tried to steady herself as she headed back to her chair. Bathroom be damned, she’d hold it til they got back to the mansion, although those two were going to get utter hell. All of a sudden, the plane tipped the other way, simultaneously dipping sharply. Jean, unable to right herself, went tumbling to the far wall of the plane. She came to a sudden stop by way of striking her head on a chair.

The plane was rocking wildly. Logan carefully eased out of Bobby, wiping both of them down with tissues. He closed up his own uniform, then reached down to pull up Bobby’s pants as the younger man tried to put his jacket back on. The plane suddenly tipped sharply. Both men hit the door, which swung open under their combined weights. They went tumbling into the main cabin, where they found Jean Grey slumped on the floor. They crawled over to her, afraid to stand up, since they’d only be tossed around more.

<Ah, so you still wish to pursue me? We shall see! Take that, you coward! How dare you strike out at me! I was worshipped as a Goddess! You are nothing!>

The lightening, thunder, wind and rain were becoming worse. “Jean? Jean? You ok? Jean?” Cyclops’ cries for his wife became increasingly frantic as he got no answer. He couldn’t sense her in his mind either.

“She’s out cold, one-eye.” Logan growled at the team leader. “We’ve got her strapped into a seat. Just get us out of here in once piece, hotshot.”

“Sit down, shut up, and hold on. I hope you got your rocks off, it might be the last time. Is Ororo ok? This storm is a doozy. We could use her help!” Cyclops tried to stabilize the plane, but it was a losing battle. Bobby looked over to the seemingly sleeping Ororo.

“She seems ok, kind of dozing off, muttering.” Bobby sucked in his breath as he looked out the front of the plane. “Uh, Cyke, is that a….” He didn’t have time to finish his sentence. The Blackbird was plowing through trees, branches flying, hitting the front windshield. A loud crash sounded throughout the cabin and everyone was thrown forward, then back, as the plane made a hasty stop.

“Ouch.”

“Shit.”

“Ughhh”

“What?”

“I think I bit my tongue.”

“How’s Jean?” Scott unbuckled himself, then ran over to his wife. He gently picked her up, checking her over for injuries. “Jean? Jean? Come one, wake up. Talk to me.” He continued to talk softly to her for several minutes. Bobby and Logan came over as well, after checking on Storm, who was miraculously still on the cot. Eventually, Jean began to rouse.

“Wha…”

“Jean, you ok? You took a pretty good hit on your head.” Cyclops continued to look over his wife.

“Yeah, my head hurts like a mother….Wait a minute. Can you hear me in your head?” Jean looked at her husband.

“Ah, no. I can’t…”

“Shit. I’ve got a concussion. I lose my telepathy when I get concussions. Fuck, fuck, fuck…Wait…That’s what YOU TWO were doing, and I’ve still got to piss!” Jean pulled out of her husband’s arms and ran to the head. “Christ, this place smells like a fucking brothel!” The door slammed behind her.

Logan and Bobby went back to Ororo’s side, avoiding Cyclop’s furious stare. “Funny, she still hasn’t woken up…” Bobby not-so-gently nudged his teammate.

“Funny..” Logan sniffed purposefully, then pulled up a sleeve. “Reckon funny’s a good word. Heroin’s a better one, though.” He pointed at track marks. “I can smell it, too. Stinks like batshit.” He dropped her arm disgustedly.

“Heroin? I thought she was over that!” Cyclops moved over to the men, his anger at them temporarily forgotten. “Damn. Could she have caused the storm?”

“If she did, it was a helluva bad trip. Still goin’, by the sound of it.” A particularly vicious thunderclap resonated in the night sky.

A refreshed Jean joined Bobby, Logan, and Cyclops. “Heroin? She did this to us? I’m gonna kick her into next week!” Jean spat at the sleeping X-man.

The four moved to the hatch. Surprisingly, it gave with little resistance. They peeked out the opened door, trying to get their bearings. After a moment, Bobby spoke. “Is that a…tin roof?”

Logan nodded sagely at the statement. “Rusty.”

“I’m gonna call the professor. State Farm ain’t never gonna believe this.” Cyclops shook his head, moving back to the cabin.