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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Wolverine_and_the_X-Men_(Comics), X-Men_(Comicverse)
  Relationship:
      Daken_Akihiro/Quentin_Quire
  Character:
      Daken_Akihiro, Quentin_Quire, Logan_(X-Men)
  Additional Tags:
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Anal_Sex, Male_Homosexuality, Bisexual
      Male_Character, Gay_Male_Character, First_Time, Coming_In_Pants, Age
      Difference, Fantasizing, Canon_Bisexual_Character
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-02-09 Words: 5530
****** Stranger in the night ******
by Katsumikoomigogo
Summary
     A late night bathroom trip, has unexpected results for Quentin Quire.
Notes
     This is the first time i write anything X-men related, and it's also
     the first time i post any of my works. So, criticism is welcomed!
     Also, english is not my first language, so there might be some
     mistakes (or lots), i don't know about. If you'd be so kind to point
     them out, i'll fix everthing.
     I think there's not enough Daken/Quentin Quire porn out there, so i
     share this to hopefully encourage others to write as well.
     I wrote Quentin as a horny 17 year old. So, even tho Daken uses his
     pheromones here, Quentin is on board with everything, so i hope the
     point comes across in the story. Btw, there might be a sequal
     eventually, if i bring myself to write it, then again, there might
     not.
     Be warned, this is a male/male story, so if you're not into it, off
     you go. Also, i don't own the characters or X-men.
     With that out of the way, i hope you enjoy the story! :)
“Fuck…”
This was the third time this week he had awakened to wet sticky pants. He
turned to the clock in his nightstand.
‘Three in the morning’
A thunder could be heard outside.
“Goddammit... there goes my last pair of clean boxers”
Cum was still going down his side when he got up, ignoring the sound of rain
pouring on the roof. Storm had been in a bad mood lately.
‘Third time. Third fucking time i have to wash my fucking clothes, so the rest
won’t laught at me for bringing so many fucking boxers to the laundry room.
Damn... all my clean ones are still down there.’
Quentin checked for something in his bathroom.‘I’ll have to wash them in the
common bath, I don’t have any soap left here…fuck…”
He took his pants and underwear off in one swift motion, making sure the wet
didn’t press against his legs on the way down. And with the dry pant’s legs he
scrubbed his dick and balls as well as he could. Quentin was tired; he just
wanted to go to bed as quickly as possible, so with no boxers left, grabbed a
pair of clean pants and sneaked to the next bathroom, turning left down the
hall.
Once there, he washed himself as best as he could without taking a full bath.
“Fuck it all... i’ll shower tomorrow.” Said to himself while images of his
dream floated through his head. A certain Cajun teacher had been part of his
fantasy mere moments ago. Evan had made an appearance earlier in the week.
Beast made for an interesting dream last week, turning a medical checkup into a
full ass fuck. Even Wolverine had been the star of his fucked up night
fantasies once or twice over the last few weeks, and those tended to leave
Quentin quite disturbed the next morning, and leaded to very awkward encounters
when he met the older mutant on the halls while trying to repress the memories
of him pushing his rigid cock into Quentin’s mouth; and the subsequential blush
that threatened to taint his pale cheeks when watching the director to the
face.
The straightforward idea of wanting to be fucked by a male so very much had led
him not only to question his heterosexuality, but to experiment with his body
several times during bathtime, leading him to probe his bottom entrance with
his fingers a couple of times while using anything he could find in the
bathroom as lube. Idie’s forgotten hand lotion had proven to be most effective
for this, and had asked the innocent girl for an extra bottle of the stuff,
which he kept hidden in his nightstand drawer.
He ended up scrubbing his ruined clothes on the sink as best as patience
allowed him, and then headed back to his room still thinking of Gambit’s
muscular thighs between his own, his hard abdomen rubbing against his skinny
one, while the sound of his teacher’s balls slapping against his ass filled the
room, a sound he had only heard in porn movies late at night when he was as
horny as a mink.
He felt his cock twitch. Maybe a handy was a good idea before sleep. Two pairs
of pants wrecked the same night was something he would not put up with. While
taking a turn in the hall to his room, with a half hard cock and an idea in his
head, his eyes spotted a shadow near his door, so he instatly stilled. The last
thing he wanted was to be seen in the hall carrying a pair of pants dripping in
the crotch area.
The shadow was bigger than any of the students that stayed in that side of the
school. With little effort Quentin concentrated his powers to the stranger
lurking in the shadows, but to his shock he could not penetrate his mind.
‘Who the fuck is he?’There were few mutants that could stop him from entering
their minds, and the nearest to his was...
‘Wolverine... fuck!’ he backed a few steps hoping the man had not seen him
while knowing at the same time that he could probably smell him either way. But
before he could make a real decision between running the hell away or playing
it cool, the shadow stopped and turned to face him. ‘Well...playing it cool it
is!’
“That you Wolverine? I went to the bath, you can’t send me to detention for
that!” he said as smooth as he could muster remembering to discreetly tug down
his shirt to cover the growing bulge in his pants. He was pretty sure that as
mercyless as Logan was, he would refrain from comment in the teenage half
hearted erection even if he noticed, but still, he did not wanted to fuel
another fantasy under the idea of Wolverine knowing how he looked like horny.
Quentin had his eyes locked on the floor while his feet began to move again
making a bee line towards his room. He tried to avoid Wolverine’s face as much
as he could but at the last second, just a few feet from his door, he sneaked a
peek, and the world stopped for a few seconds.
That man was certainly not Logan. Logan could never be so fucking breath
takingly hot.
The stranger kept his gaze locked with Quentins, but unlike the later,
amusement was written all over his face.
‘I couldn’t feel his presence’ was the second thougth that filled the
teenager’s head, beside how utterly gorgeous the man staring back was.
‘Stop staring Quire, do something!’ And with that, the world started to move
again. Just like that he backed against the left wall while sending the man
flying to the opposite side. A loud smack covered by an amazingly well timed
thunder was the only thing that disturbed the silent night, and then nothing.
For a few moments Quentin stared at the stranger considering his options;
common sense dictated that he called for help immediatly, but for some unknown
reason he felt more compelled to admire the guy’s well built body.
His cock twitched again. And that just made him wonder how fucking sick was he
that even in this situation, his dick didn’t go down, on the contrary, he’s
feeling slightly more aroused.
“Who are you? What are you doing here?” Forced out in an attempt to sound
anything but horny.
“Hm... none of your business, sweet pea.” A smile tugged at his lips.
“Wha...? You don’t know who you’re messing with, and you really should.”
“Oh, but i do, hun. You’re the Quire kid. I’ve heard of you, so much power yet
you fuck up spectacularly every time.”
“Shut the fuck up.” ‘I don’ care how hot you are, keep talking shit and i’ll
throw you out of a window.’“So, you know me, and i don’t you, care to speak
up?”
“Shouldn’t you know already, telepath? That pink dye must be getting inside
your skull.”
“Stop fucking with me! I can’t get inside your head, so what? That doens’t mean
i can’t rip every limb off your body.” Quentin took a step forward. “This is
the last time i ask, you smug fuck, who the hell are you? And what are you
doing outside of my room?” Another step.
“Your room? I don’t care about you kid, but since you’re so insistent. The
name’s Daken.”
‘Well, fuck.’
“You’re that asshole’s kid.” Daken’s brow rose. “Wolverine’s son.” Quentin
corrected.
“If you could call that a father” Daken murmured without taking his eyes off
Quentin. “So, isn’t it past your bedtime, doll?”
“Stop treating me like a child or you’ll regret it.” And so, he pressed Daken’s
body further against the wall to prove his point, while taking another step
forward. He would not be intimidated by such a man, didn’t matter how good
looking he was. But to his annoyment, only got a sly smile back.
“Didn’t mean to offend you, wouldn’t want to insult the great Quentin Quire”
said dripping sarcasm. “But you’re right, not a kid, your pants make quite a
statement to that, doll.”
The venom that was filling his features disappeared in an instant, replaced by
utter shame, but only lasted for a moment, if Daken could play it cool in his
state, then goddammit so would he.
“So? What is it to you? You’re the one caught sneaking around in a school full
of dangerous mutants, you think i’m gonna let you get off so easily?”
Daken just laughed. “Go ahead, call whoever you want, i don’t care. I’m not the
one pushing another man to a wall with such an obvious hard on. Tho i must say,
i’m flattered, Pinkie Pie.”
“Shut – up!” ‘Fuck, he’s right, i can’t call anyone like this, i’ll never live
it down. Now what?’
Daken’s eyes were intent on him.’This could work’He had been releasing
pheromones in the air since he realized he was not alone in the hallway. And so
he did so again. Quentin’s pants displayed a full erection, and consternation
was written all over his face.
“Maybe i could help with that.” And tried cocking his head to the bulge, to his
surprise, he managed easily. The kid was too distracted to notice his grip was
slipping away.
“What? No! Fucking pervert.”
Daken laughed. “Ooh, that’s rich coming from you, Lucy.”
“Are you always this annoying or just making an effort today?” The younger
mutant stared at his current prisoner. ‘Is he serious?’ A smirk came on his
sensual lips. Now and then lightning from the storm came through some far away
windows to wash over their figures.
“What are you waiting for? Come here, Quentin.” The teen’s body was moving on
its own now, after a moment he took one last step, putting him right in front
of the other mutant’s face. And damn, he was a sight to be seen, and the smell.
He smelled like a man should, clean but with a smuk earthy kind of scent.
Quentin swallowed hard. Daken kept staring at his eyes in quite a suggestive
way. ‘Am i really doing this? What’s wrong with me today?’
“Come on, doll. I don’t bite, that much.” Daken knew he was overdoing it, but
he couldn’t be caught like this. He was not expecting to find the telepath of
all people in the middle of the night. So he released another bach of
pheromones to him. And then he winked.
That did it. Quentin’s determination evaporated, and so he pressed his body to
Dakens, and was rewarded by an instant thrust against his cock. Daken was hard,
how had the teen missed that with Daken wearing tights. He made a mental note
to make less eye contact next time, and gaze down south a bit more. Quentin
pressed his forhead to the men’s shoulder and groaned. His telepathic grip
slipped again, giving Daken enough time to press his tongue against the kid’s
throat, followed by his lips. His arms surrounded his slim waist and slowly
while still thrusting, one hand reached the bottom of his shirt, and from there
went up caressing the boy’s back, while the other hand found its way down
gropping Quentin’s ass. Without knowing it, the teen’s body had surrendered
completely to the will of the pheromones and was slumped against Daken’s firm
masculine torso.
A shiver ran down his spine. He was breathing hard and as Daken continued his
attack on his neck, he began to thrust as well, following the man’s rythm.
After a while, Daken moved his head back and went straight to the teen’s lips,
which earned him a moan from the later. Quentin opened his mouth eagerly when
Daken’s tongue pressed against his lips, and let it roam all over. Idie had
never kissed him like this, with so much passion.
Suddenly, the sound of a door opening reached Daken’s impeccable hearing.
Quentin was too gone to notice.
“Let’s continue this in your room.” Grabbed the teen by the hand and almost
dragged him inside the bedroom. Rain kept falling outside. Quentin knew in the
back of his mind something was off, but he had been so horny lately, and here
he was this piece of work of a man with a body carved into stone lusting for
him.
The first thing Daken noticed going inside the room was the unequivocal smell
of cum lingering in the air. Maybe his pheromones weren’t completely to blame
for the kid’s lack of decorum. A beam from an outside lamp barely lit the room,
which unsurprisingly was pretty much trashed, it was quite obvious to anyone
whom laid eyes upon the place that the teen did not care for it one bit, but at
the same time, every inch radiated Quentin Quire. The walls were full of
graffiti, pieces of clothing and accesories were thrown everywhere, the top of
the nightstand was covered with pins, and empty and half eaten bags of junk
food, among other things. This was definitely not a place Daken would choose
for a one night stand, but he had done it in far worst places, so i’d do.
Daken’s gaze landed on Quentin’s once more. The smaller mutant was leaning with
his back against the door breathing somehow heavily, he looked uncertain for
the briefest moment, but when he realized Daken was staring him up and down
with hungry eyes, his body moved towards Dakens as if gravity was pulling them
together. Fuck, if he was going to let this chance pass him by. Daken wondered
though.
“Have you ever done this before, loverboy? He teased as he surrounded Quentin
with one strong arm pressing their bodies together again.
“Of course i have!” Which was total bullshit. And Daken knew it.
“Good, then let’s see how good you are on your knees.” Quentin froze. Such a
blunt proposition, he did not expect.
“Excuse me?”
“Come on, get down and suck me off, don’t worry doll, i’ll return the favor
later.” And winked. Quentin looked at Daken’s eyes, and then looked down
between their bodies. He had not thought about this until now, but from what he
could feel pressed against his crotch, Daken was a big boy.
‘I can do this, i should be able to give a descent blowjob, i think...’ He was
about to get to his knees, but without realizing he had waited a tad too long
and Daken was laughing at him.
 
“What?”
“You’ve never done this before.” It was not a question.
“Of course i have!” Daken stared back lifting an eyebrow, quite unimpressed.
“With girls...”
“I’m not a girl, Lucy. If you’re expecting to find a pussy down there, you’ll
find a big surprise.”
“I know, i’ve seen enough movies and –“Daken’s laughter boomed inside the room.
“Movies?” He laughed again. “I’m not here to teach you how to suck cocks,
junior... but might as well enjoy it while i’m here.” Without much of a
warning, Quentin was taken to the bed, and pushed unceremoniously on it. Daken
stared from above seemingly amused by the teen.
Despite being somewhat nervous, Daken’s weight on top of Quentin was welcomed.
“I can still do it, you know? If you want...” said the omega mutant doubtfully.
“What?”
“...s-suck you off.” He felt stupid for stuttering. The light of a thunder
suddently entered through the window far right, illuminating half of Daken’s
features. A playful tongue was licking his lips that showed a devious smile in
that angular masculine face of his. Quentin’s cock was rockhard.
The sound of the thunder catched up to its light a few seconds later.
“No need for that, doll.” Replied the older mutant, nearing Quentin’s ear. “You
own me that one for next time, make sure you learn how to.” Whispered before
biting down.
Quentin moaned. Daken worked on licking the teen’s earlobe, and then went to
attack his neck remembering how well it had worked out before.
This was the first time Quentin had a man between his legs, other than in his
dreams. His stomach was turning from nervousness, but when Daken began grinding
his hips against him, he stopped feeling anything else.
The teen was slightly overwhelmed from all the new sensations. His hands were
timidly making their way from Daken’s neck down; everytime his fingers caressed
a defined muscle, his roaming became bolder and bolder. After a while he
reached the hem of his shirt and pulled up. The reaction of the older mutant
was instantaneous. He pulled himslef up, until he was in his knees completely
upright staring down at Quentin, always with that devious smile and clever gaze
displayed across his beautiful sculpted face.
Every now and then, lightning washed over them, and every single time Quentin
had a glimpse of the older mutant in the barely lit room, his cock begged for
attention.
Suddenly, Daken pulled his shirt from the back and up his head, revealing
strong defined pecs, round shoulders, and a six pack that finally made Quentin
reach down and grip his cock through the constricting fabric of his pants. The
tattoo on his left arm did not go unnoticed, Quentin would dream with those
perfect lines for quite some time in the future.
Daken smile widened.
“I see you like the view, doll.”
Quentin pulled at his cock and moaned. Daken just snorted, but quickly made his
way to the teen’s pants, and slowly but surely took them off. To his surprise,
the kid had no underwear. Instead, he displayed a pretty descent sized hard on.
Daken licked his lips at the sight. But before doing anything else, sneaked a
peek at the clock in the nightstand. ‘Almost four am, i need to hurry.’ When he
looked at the teen again, he was taking his shirt off, almost as if he had read
Daken’s thoughts. ‘Impossible’ The older mutant leaned over placing his elbow
next to the teen’s head, and planted his lips passionately on Quentins. With
his free hand, grabbed his cock and stroked slowly.
“Ah...fuck...” Quentin hissed between Daken’s lips while expert hands worked on
him. “Damn Daken, fuck me...ah...”
The older mutant continued fondling him for a while longer, but shifted his
body to have his eyes leveled with Quentin’s chest. He had noticed since the
kid had taken his shirt off, he had some nice perky yummy looking nipples, and
was sure nobody had showed the kid how good they could make him feel. Daken
fixed his gaze on Quentin, took his tongue out and pressed the tip against his
left nipple, then winked. The alien sensation send a shiver up Quentin’s spine.
The teen curved his head back and confirmed Daken’s thoughts with a moan. He
had to wonder ‘How many times has Daken done something like this?’ He knew he
was older than he appeared, but still, the way his tongue moved from a nipple
to the other, sometimes pressing them gently with his teeth, and sucking on
them.
“Stop... if you keep going i’ll cum... i want... stop teasing me...”
Daken sucked one last time, before letting go. The teen’s nipples were wet,
hard and pink when he was done with them, and looked even more delicious now
that they glistened in the light of the storm. But there was a problem, his
cock was still trapped inside his pants, an easy fix. He moved away from the
beautiful slim body quaking underneath him, and as soon as he stood, removed
his tight pants and underwear, making sure to do it slowly enough for the teen
to take all in. Quentin was already flustered before, but now he was
flabbergast. It was not like the tights didn’t give anything away. You could
tell everything about the bodies of the X-men while looking at them suited up.
The teen tried to forget about that, because if Daken knew Logan’s ass had just
popped up in his head, he’d be pissed. So he just tried to play it cool, even
if he knew that that dripping cock Daken was now caressing, would be inside of
him in a few minutes, which brought something to his mind. Quentin turned to
his right and opened his nightstand drawer, then threw something at Daken, who
caught it without batting an eye.
“Hand lotion...” said Daken unconvinced.
“It works...i mean, i’ve tried it, and...it works fine...” Quentin felt so
small everytime Daken doubted him, or anyone else for that matter, he hated it.
But Daken didn’t object, just opened the bottle and spread a good amount of the
stuff in his fingers, rubbing them together to test the texture. With enough
lotion in his hand, reached down to make good use of it and coaxed himself
thoroughly.
“Touch yourself” the man prompted in a lecherous tone, while positioning
himself in between the boy’s legs, and then leaning in to kiss Quentin once
more.
The smaller mutant obliged at once, Daken kept his body apart just enough to
give him space to reach down, without realising that Daken was doing the same,
only his hand went further down. The teen’s breath caugth in his throat when a
hand caressed his buttcheek, and without wasting much time, a moist finger
pressed in between, and rubbed around his entrance. Daken kept kissing him, and
now and then moved from one side to another spreading kisses all over the boy’s
neck.
Quentin felt a pressure in his ass, and the finger that played with him before
suddenly slipped in.
“Ah!” It felt amazing, he had done this to himself before, but his fingers were
slimmer and inexperienced. Daken on the other hand, knew exactly what he was
doing and the amount of lotion he used was a plus. Slowly but surely, he
slipped it all the way in, and then out, and again, in and out, he did this a
couple of times, always continuing to attack the teen’s mouth. After a few
moments, Daken began twisting his finger as he thrust in, and eventually added
a second one. Quentin was panting and spreading his legs further apart to give
the man better entrance, he let go of his hard member and went for Dakens.
Finally, after all this time dreaming about one, he had a man’s cock at his
reach and was allowed to play with it at his leisure. He gave it a testing
squeeze, this he knew he was good at, since he had plenty of practice with
himself, but Daken’s was wider and with the lotion it eased in his eager hand.
Daken’s fingers kept working on him, opening and scissoring his entrance, but
it was not enough to prepare him for Daken’s cock. And the older mutant knew
this, so he squeezed another finger in, slowly at first. Quentin flinched and
firmly gripped Daken’s shoulder, even though he had tried with so many fingers
before, his hands were smaller. The ache didn’t last longer. Daken didn’t rush
it, and that gave his body time to get used to it, eventually the pleasure he
got was bigger than any discomfort. And for a moment Quentin felt the older
mutant smiling on his lips. ‘Smug fuck, really knows what he’s doing…I’ll show
him’Quentin quickened his pace and squeezed harder, trying to get a reaction
from Daken, but he seemed unfazed. It was slightly frustrating, he was hard,
but didn’t make a sound. Faster fingers were moving inside of him now, and when
Daken took them out and put back in, they slided smoothly.
After a few seconds, the older mutant took the finger back out again, and
breaking their kissing apart, stared at Quentin’s flustered face for a moment.
His hand went for the bottle of lotion forgotten near the teen’s body, and with
a swift practiced motion, poured some more on his hand and right to his cock.
With the hard member in his hand, he positioned the tip of the swollen head
right to Quentin’s entrance, and smiled as the omega shifted his body to give
better access. Daken could feel his nervous shaking form below him.
“Relax, doll. You’re going to love this.” And then pressed in. The head entered
Quentin’s body quite smoothly, the lotion was doing its job.
“Shit!” The younger mutant pressed himself against the bed and groaned. His
hands moved on Daken’s back while fingernails scraped down the skin. He was
being stretched open slowly, and Daken could tell by the frown appearing in his
face, it wasn’t all flowers, but he would change that soon enough.
Daken loved doing virgins, it made for some boring laids sometimes but he also
knew he was marking them with his image for the rest of their life, he made
them enjoy him, made them crave for more, and so he would do the same for the
lithe body underneath him.
Before moving again, he filled the room with pheromones, and only waited a few
seconds before pushing. Quentin’s disappointing frown was replaced by lustful
eyes, on the back of his mind, he could tell Daken was doing something to him,
but couldn’t put his finger on it just yet, in the meantime, he was enjoying
himself plenty.
Daken began moving, only using the first half of his shaft at first, and when
he realized the teen was having a better time than most people on the first few
minutes of the first time, he buried himself completely in him.
“Ah, yes…” Quentin had trouble keeping himself quiet.
Soon the two bodies began moving in unison, Daken pushed himself in and out of
the boy, which rubbed his member hastily. The room was filled with panting, and
the noise of the rain and thunder barely disguised the sound of flesh hitting
flesh. With each passing moment, their momentum increased, pushing both near
orgasm.
Quentin had always imagined his first time with a man would involve trying out
different weird position he had seen in porn movies, but he was too engrossed
in it to notice, the intense feeling that brought being fuck like this was too
much to care for anything else.
After biting on Quentin’s nipple, Daken pushed himself to his knees and grabbed
Quentin’s legs from behind, bringing them slightly down. This made for a great
view. The teen was panting and hissing as he kept touching himself, his pink
hair had fallen on his face, covering his right eye, and in between his legs he
could see how the boy’s ass swallowed his cock whole.
“Daken…” The desperate tone in which he was called, hinted how close the boy
was to orgasm, so Daken quickened his pace.
After a while, the teen came as a scream escaped his lips. Daken followed close
behind, groaning.
The older mutant collapsed on top of the teen for a moment to catch his breath,
but pushed to the side soon after, keeping himself very close; the bed was not
big enough anyway.
Quentin laid on the bed spent, a small pool of cum had filled his bellybutton,
and some of it ran down his side, but he didn’t move. Daken was blocking the
way to his nightstand, so he dismissed the idea of getting tissues for the
moment.
‘I’m not a virgin anymore…’ a small smile betrayed him.
“Told you you’d enjoy it, Quentin.” The use of the teen’s name was deliberate
every time. Daken was setting the ground again, always playing a game.
“Yeah, so?” But the teen tried and succeeded in not smiling again after hearing
him say his name. It made him feel like a silly boy with a crush…
“Are you always on the offensive, doll?” Daken had to get out of there now, but
there was something, on the back of his mind, searching for an excuse to make
him stay a bit longer.
“Just like you are.” Said Quentin trying to get more comfortable on the small
bed. He was tired, he couldn’t see the clock, but he assumed it was late. “So…
what were you doing here?” Daken smiled.
“None of your business, Lucy”
“Why do you keep calling me Lucy? Who the hell is she?” But instead of getting
an answer, one finger lifted his chin up, and a pair of lips planted on his
own. The kiss lasted a few seconds only, but it was enough to push his anger
away.
“It’s late. Go to sleep, Quentin.” The amount of pheromones he had used on the
boy throughout the night was more than he used to use. He knew he had over done
it, but at the end, it had worked better than expected, the omega mutant closed
his eyes without putting much of a fight, and simply fell asleep.
Daken got up, cleaned himself with some tissues he found in the nightstand,
dressed himself clinically and headed for the window. Before going away, he
checked on the boy one last time, he was sleeping heavily with his head facing
his way, still covered with cum. The older man opened the window and hesitated,
at the very last moment turned around, made a beeline to the nightstand, and
grabbed the box of tissues once more. He cleaned the mess that covered the slim
boy. He could see a mark forming next to his left nipple where he had bitten
hard. The teen would keep quiet about Daken, and he knew this. Daken finished
cleaning, and left the used tissues next to the bed. The place was a mess, he
was sure Quentin wouldn’t really care.
“You’re welcome.” Said as he grabbed a pencil from the drawer next to him and
scribbled something in a tissue. Daken left the window slightly open before
heading out, so the wind would clean the pheromones still lingering around and
hopefully some of the smell, but he knew better, he had been careless by
leading the kid on. Logan would know he had been there, but thanks to a job
well done, there were no witnesses around to tell on him.
Daken faded in the darknees of the night, covered by heavy rain.
                                     ----
A loud noise awoke Quentin up, the room was cold.
“Shit… what the fuck?!”
“Quire! Get up, now!!” Wolverine’s voice boomed from the other side of the
door. Quentin sat down with a jolt, suddenly remembering the night before, and
regretted his decision right away, his ass was quiet sore, and the culprit was
nowhere to be seen. For some reason he felt slightly disappointed at that.
“C’mon, open up, kid!” Quentin got up and put on the first piece of clothing he
could find. A dirty pair of shorts.
“What is it?” he said as he opened the door. Logan stared him up and down, the
teen was shivering, and as he peeked inside, Logan saw the open window.
“Did ya slept with that window open? It’s freezing outside.” The way he stared
at Quentin, made him feel as if the man was trying to reach to his very soul.
Quentin turned to look at the window again.
“Yes, I guess I did. Why? There’s no rule against it.”
Logan sighed. “No, but last night there was a security breach, and no one saw,
heard or felt it. Did ya know something ‘bout it?”
“Nope.”
A pair of pants were pushed to Quentin’s face. “This yours?”
“Where did you find them?” Quentin’s last-night-hand-washed pants were in
Logan’s hand, still mostly wet.
“Outside your room, on the floor. If y’hidin’ something Quire, I suggest, start
talkin’!” groaned as his nose smelled the air, but said nothing else.
“Look, I went to the bathroom last night, I must have dropped them on my way
back. I was tired.” Quentin grabbed the pants, and feigned the most innocent
face he could muster.
“Ya have a private bathroom.”
“I’m out of soap, ok? I needed a shower”
“I won’t ask why, I don’t wanna know, but I know y’re hidin’ something, for
your own good, I hope it has nothing ta do with whoever came uninvited last
night. Now, I believe y’re missing a class, get movin’!”
“Of course, Mr Logan, whatever you say.” Quentin mocked, Logan just turned away
murmuring something between his teeth, he was pretty sure he suspected, but
Quentin was not about to tell him his son sneaked inside the school in the
middle of the night and fucked a student. Memories of the night appeared in his
head.
After closing the door, went to close the window too. ‘Asshole must have left
this open.’ He turned to his bed and swept the room with his eyes, then he
noticed a few unusual things, there were used tissues on the floor, the mess of
sheets on the bed was not that unusual, but after remembering why they were
that way he smiled, and then, there was a written tissue in his nightstand.
When he went over, grabbed the tissue and after reading it, smiled again.
“Next time, clean after yourself. You’re welcome, Lucy.”
“Who the fuck is Lucy, tho?”
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