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holding him in place.

"Logan! You feel so good! So ..." Scott punctuates his words with a particularly hard thrust, grinding his hips against Logan's ass "Perfect!"

Scott grabs it, stroking himself a few times, smearing the leaking pré-cum all over Logan's hole, getting himself slick and ready, then, with one hard, brutal thrust, he slams forward, burying himself balls deep inside Logan's tight, he just starts fucking him, one of his hands grabs Logan's hip+

With a low, animalistic growl, Scott yanks his fingers out of Logan's ass, he needs to be inside him, needs to claim him, shoving his pants and boxers down just enough to free his aching, throbbing cock.

It slaps against Logan's ass, hot and heavy and fucking desperate to be inside him +

// I think I'll pin that later

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Everyone I'll archive this acc so anyone can unfollow me and if want can Follow my Sabretooth acc, I just don't feel like Scott.

I'll reply who I've threads with but anyone can find me at @victorcreed.bsky.social if necessary <3

"... Max, please..."

Scott pulled Logan closer, his voice low and breath warm against his neck as he practically kissed it.

"Yes..."

His voice drops, warm and sharp like a blade wrapped in velvet.

"When I’m hungry, I don’t stop ‘til I’ve had my fill..."

He lets that sit for a second—then straightens up, casual again, like nothing happened, eyes forward, composure perfect.

"But hey, glad you liked the wine!"

He watches the wine disappear from his glass, brows lifting slightly—not surprised, just pleased, a slow breath leaves him, like he's enjoying a fine performance

"You’re right!" He says smoothly, taking a moment before stepping in just close enough for only Logan to hear

"But the difference is…"
+

Scott's jaw tenses just slightly, he doesn’t drop the smile, just lets it dim at the edges.

"Yeah, harder than I thought it'd be, guess I was hoping... I'd feel more real, or less like a placeholder."

He adjusts the visor out of habit.

"But I'm here, that counts for something, right?"

He wasn't made to replace Scott, not exactly, he was a construct, born out of necessity, born because the Danger Room needed a version of Scott that didn't tire, didn't question orders, didn't bleed too long.

But he did bleed.

He did question.

"Don't you worry... Nothing happened." Scott felt Max’s arm and forced a smile that lied a little too well
"How are you, Max?"

He called them friends, it felt easier that way, but deep down, he wasn’t sure if he had the right, those were his friends—his, the original's.

The one who had history with them, the one who laughed and bled beside them, broke and rebuilt a thousand times before 'Scott' ever opened his eyes.

"? ... Oh, yes, hello, Max..." He was feeling cold right now.

Did he even have the right to call them that? They weren’t his friends... He wasn’t the original...

Scott took a deep breath as he noticed something was off, he felt weaker than usual—like the weight of the world had gotten heavier somehow.

"I guess this is it..." He muttered with a sigh, though he had no intention of telling his friends.

Scott stared at his own hand, it was like he was turning transparent—or maybe it was just in his head...

// I was going to be more mean But ahhahahha

"You feel so good, Logan... I can't wait to sink my cock in your ass..." His fingers pick up speed, thrusting in and out of Logan's hole with a brutal pace.

like he's trying to reach something deep inside him

He leans down, sinking his teeth into the side of Logan's neck as he finger-fucks him harder, faster and his hips grind down against Logan's ass, the hard ridge of his cock slipping between his cheeks as he ruts against him like an animal in heat+

"There's that pretty pleading, now that's more like it... I think... I think that's the closest thing to begging I'm gonna get from you, isn't it?"

Scott finally starts to move his fingers again, thrusting them in and out of Logan's hole, he sets a hard, fast pace, fucking him with his fingers +

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐈𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐈 𝐀𝐦

"I'm glad to hear that, it can be hard walking into a place like this not knowing what to expect… but you're doing great!"

He tilts his head slightly, the corner of his mouth quirking upward in something between amusement and promise.

"But don’t worry—I'll behave…"

A breath, a beat, his voice dipping low again.

"For now.... And you want another drink? Might help you cool off before you overheat..."

Scott relaxed a little at Logan’s response, a soft laugh escaping him as the tension in his shoulders eased.
"So... How are you Logan?"

He gave a half-smile—wry, a little nervous—but there was warmth behind the visor.

"You did more than make an effort, you clean up."

He didn’t lean fully into the touch, but his hand settled briefly against Logan’s lower back.

"I notice, y’know... Every time... Now really behave, or I’ll start talking about how soft your hair looks in the lighting here."

Scott let out a short breath of a laugh, eyes following her every move as she led him to the dance floor.

"...Do about?" He echoed softly, almost unsure, he wasn’t playing dumb, not really—he just wasn’t sure if she meant the clone stuff, the future... or something more complicated.

He lets Logan settle into place, grip steady

"No hopes up, Logan, just expectations."

He starts the first slow step into the rhythm, leading with quiet precision.

"And don’t worry… I’ll try not to step on your toes... Too hard..."

Let's go!