FIC: On The Tip Of My Tongue

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Title: On The Tip Of My Tongue
Author: YanzaDracan

Fandom: Leverage/X-Men

Pairing: Eliot/Logan
Rating: FRM
Summary: Wolverine/Mutant!Eliot, taste

 

 

 

Logan stood on the balcony of his hotel looking out over LA.

 

The Wolverine hated large cities. The smells, sounds and lights were a constant irritation to his heightened senses.

 

There’s an extra something on the wind that was making him twitch…something he couldn’t quite get a grip on so he could identify who or what was the cause.

 

Chuck had sent him to look for an unknown mutant that would show up when Xavier was connected to Cerebro. The closest he could pinpoint the mutant was the older section of downtown LA.

 

That he was supposed to find an unknown mutant in a city of millions tickled Logan’s sense of the ludicrous. He didn’t argue because it was the perfect excuse for him to get away from the school for a few days—especially a certain Cajun thief who was beginning to steal his way under Logan's barriers.

 

Deciding the best way to find a needle in a haystack was with a match, he took a cab to the area where Chuck and Cerebro last ‘saw’ the mutant. Several hours later, he stopped at a corner deli to pick up lunch and settled in a small park near two identical buildings. That elusive scent that bothered him at the hotel was stronger—It was both calming and invigorating at the same time.

 

Logan’s nose picked up a scent that reminded him of high mountain pine woods, leaving the taste of sage and cedar on his tongue.

 

“Some reason you’re windin’ me like a hound on the hunt.” A growl came from behind Logan. The X-Man whirled to face the unknown mutant fighting his instinct to extend his claws. No one ever came onto him unawares.

 

“Name’s Logan.”

 

He sized up the man in front of him. He was centered, his body ready to move, his blue/grey gaze steady on Logan.

 

“Ever heard of Charles Xavier or the Salem Institute?” Logan asked.

 

“Yeah—so?”

 

Eliot Spencer was very familiar with the man in front of him, if only by reputation. He made it his business to know who’s who in the mutant world.

 

“You popped up on Chuck’s radar so he sent me out here to find ya.” Logan stuck his ever present cigar in his mouth.

 

“Don’t need to be found so you can just haul your do-gooder ass back where ya came from.” Eliot glared hotly at the shorter man.

 

Logan opened his senses, curious to see if this was what had been tickling his senses all day.

 

His sight took in the man’s rugged beauty, compact muscular body built for speed and strength, movements fluid and graceful.

 

His hearing told him the man was relaxed even though he was alone with a very powerful mutant.

 

But smell—That was an all you can eat buffet for his nose and tongue. The breeze carried the cool scents of the high mountains. Underlying that was an alluring musk. The hair on the back of his neck rose. The Wolverine recognized the scent…Wolf.

 

Wolverine bared his teeth mimicking a smile, but when Logan rolled the combined scents across his tongue his body tightened with lust for the younger mutant.

 

Stomping hard on his libido, he got back to business.

 

“Gotta check these things out make sure you’re not a danger to yourself or anyone else.” Logan tried to sound reasonable.

 

“Nothin’ to check out. I’m not in anyone’s database or on anyone’s radar, and it’s gonna stay that way. I’m only a danger to people that piss me off, so ya can haul ass back wherever you came from and forget my face.” Eliot snarled. With that parting shot, he disappeared into the crowd.

 

After checking every bar in the area he thought fit how the man was dressed, Logan decided to have one last beer before heading back to his hotel. The door opened and the scent of the man he’d talked to earlier tickled his nose.

 

Logan’s reverie was broken as arms circle him from behind, a chin resting on his heavily muscled shoulder.

 

“Leavin’?” Logan asked quietly.

 

“Got nowhere to be.” Eliot turned his head and started nibbling a line up the side of Logan’s throat.

 

Logan didn’t know anymore about Eliot now than he did last night, only a single name, and the sex left him sated like he hadn’t been in ages. The Wolverine didn’t care why Eliot smelled like Wolf or could seemingly hide from electronic or organic surveillance—the only thing he cared about as Eliot pulled him back to the rumpled bed--was getting another taste.

 

 

Comments

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

Mmmmmmmmmmm, oh that was beautiful! And those two together just... *thud*

[yanzadracan.livejournal.com]

Thank you. Logan having sex with stranger to keep from dwelling on Remy, plus you know it's hot and steamy with Eliot & Logan. I second *thud*-- all in favor say 'AYE'.

[elebridith]

AYE!!!!!!!
Oh, those two. *fans* And even a hint of Remy/Logan. Hah. That would be a threesome...

[yanzadracan.livejournal.com]

A really hot threesome. Cat Stevens said, "if you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with." LOL

[frin-grey.livejournal.com]

I'll second that 'AYE'. Cause this pairing is just hot.

[yanzadracan.livejournal.com]

I know...all that growly testosterone. *Fans self vigorously*

[longbca.livejournal.com]

Very nice

[yanzadracan.livejournal.com]

Thank you.