Treasure Island
by Jemisard

Fandom: X Men Movie
Paring: Logan/Scott. :) he he he.
Rating: High. Real high. R probably when I finish
Archive: If you ask nicely :)
E-mail address for feedback: kalika@senet.com.au
Series/Sequel: No
Disclaimers: They aren't mine. You know that. I'm just borrowing them.
Notes: Thank you Hanofer and Lee, you gave me a chance. Thank you Kat Reitz, you encouraged me, Lythias, for giving me this world, and Matt for taking me to the movies when I was at my lowest.
Summary: A horrible accident leaves Logan not only fighting for his life, but that of the man he hates.
Warnings: Cliche plot line. Started early in morning when suffering headache and sleep deprivation, and overexposure of Olympic Games. m/m sex. nudity, profanity, violence, death of animals, (though I personally abhor it, it is necessary) and other nasty things, but nothing kinky or non con sensual.

He opened his eyes. The stars shone softly overhead, and the moon cast a gentle glow on the sand, making it seem like ground silver.

His eyes stung with the salt water, and he had coughed enough for this lifetime. He struggled to sit up, rubbing at the bump on his head.

He could barely remember what happened. The ship had gone down, something had gone wrong, sabotage.

They had crashed into the sea. He had flung himself into the life raft, dragging, something, with him.

The pilot. Who was the pilot? He rubbed his head. Parts of his memory seemed to be missing. Happened sometimes, his ongoing amnesia caused problems during stressful times.

Who was flying it? It was the usual pilot, on the team, the guy, Red's squeeze.

Oh, God, Cyclops.

He looked around. He could see a figure lying on the sand nearby. He clambered to his feet and ran over, the sand hampering his movements.

He rolled Cyke over onto his back. He was breathing, barely, but it was there. His heart beat was thready, but he figured that was okay.

It was the cuts and bruising that concerned him. There was a massive bruise surrounding a nasty looking cut on his forehead, running into his hair.

He pulled off the visor to check for injuries, but the hard metal seemed to have protected his face.

He quickly used his senses to scan over the rest of the battered American's body. He was bruised badly, something had tried to take a piece out of his leg but had failed, and a least two ribs were broken.

There was a piece of glass embedded deep in his shoulder. He considered taking it out, but figured that it was probably the only thing stopping the bleeding at the moment.

He was in a bad way, there was nothing else to be said. He stood up and glanced around.

Sunlight was coming. He could see the faintest streaks of pink beginning to touch the sky in the East. He sighed and stretched out his sore muscles and looked down.

There was nothing else to do. he had to move him somewhere better defended than this. He let his animal instinct take over, and carefully cradled his companion in his arms, finding his size, but not his weight, awkward to handle.

He set off into the woodland, carrying Cyke, hoping that he could find somewhere soon.

Somewhere was nicer than he thought it would be. He had found a cavern quite quickly, mercifully close to fresh water. In fact, you had the choice of swimming to the entrance of the cavern, or climbing the narrow path.

He had settled on the spot quickly. It was ideal. He could leave Cyke here and not have to worry about predators, and there was plenty of water available. The overhanging cliff above it, with the waterfalls falling on either side, would have made it perfect in any other circumstance.

It was pretty idyllic as it was. He had pulled off his wet clothes and left them to dry on a rock, except the beaten up jacket which he had used as a pillow for Cyke. He had proceeded to undress his companion, recognizing that he would get sick if he stayed wet for too long.

He found a few more areas for concern. There was a nasty cut on his inner thigh and the piece of glass had worked its way deeper.

He would have to see what had survived from the ship. In the mean time however, he'd have to scavenge something together.

He swam out into the lake, taking several deep gulps of the fresh water. He had noticed several plants on the way here with quite large leaves that may be appropriate to use as bandaging.

He waded out and plucked a few leaves. He didn't know what they were, but they were pretty large and he hoped that he could use them to staunch the flow.

He swam back and sat down next to Cyke, flicking his hair out of his face. He wrapped up the leaves into wad and carefully grabbed the glass.

He pulled it out, provoking a quiet moan from his patient. Blood began to flow from the wound, and he quickly pressed the wad into the wound.

He used more of the leaves to wrap up the whole cut and glanced down at the American. He was moving slightly, running a fever. He frowned, concerned. He needed water. He was probably dehydrating, especially after swallowing large amount of sea water.

He moved him carefully outside. He tried to scoop some water into his hands, but found that he couldn't get it into Cyke's mouth. He wished desperately for a container of some kind.

There might be one washed up on the beach. He smiled and patted the pilot's shoulder, before heading off towards the beach.

There was little on the beach. He had figured that not much would survive the wreck, but had hoped for a little more than this.

Maybe he could dive later on, try and find the craft.

He walked along the beach, picking up odd things along the way. A length of material, it felt like carpeting, probably from the back areas. A medical kit, broken open, but it had a length of bandage in it. A change of clothes for both of them, their suitcases had survived, more or less.

He dragged his finds back to the cave and checked on Cyclops. He was deteriorating fast. The bite was infected and so was the cut on his thigh. He was also dehydrating.

He gathered more leaves and carried the water up in them. While they were useless as drinking vessels, they could be used as primitive bowls if you knotted the ends up.

He touched the heated skin and winced. It was swelling badly. He sighed and leant down, sucking on the wound none to gently.

A nauseating taste filled his mouth, but he held on and sucked as much of the infection as he could out. He spat it to the side before starting again, making sure that all the infection, and probably the poison, was gone before moving up to his thigh.

He was uncomfortably aware of where he was, and what he was sucking. He tasted a similar bitter taste, no poison here he noted, and then the taste of clean blood. He spat again and checked the wound.

It looked less inflamed and the redness had gone down. He grinned and soaked the bandage in the water he had gathered before carefully cleaning out the wounds. He thought that one of the plants looked familiar, and decided to try it out on his own hand. When it had a soothing effect, he decided it was good enough and applied it to the areas before binding them in the crepe material.

He stroked back the brown hair and sighed. All he needed to do now was get some water into him. He picked up one of the leaves, but once again couldn't get it into his mouth and swallowed. He thought about it before deciding on a course of action.

He took gently moved Cyke into a sitting position, leaning back in the cradle of his arms, the visored head resting against his shoulder. He took a deep mouthful of the water and pressed his mouth against Cyke's, opening, exploring with his tongue, letting the water run from his mouth to the other man's.

He felt him swallow some of it and leaned back. He pulled off the visor, went to check his eyes, and decided against it. He didn't know what would happen. he could get fried by those optic blasts, and then his companion would die.

He settled the metal band back into place and took in another mouthful of water, repeating the procedure several times until he was satisfied that Cyclops wasn't in danger of dehydrating anymore.

It was growing dark, and he was tired. He hadn't realised just how long he'd been up and working around here. He redressed his still unconscious friend and then pulled on his own clothes. He couldn't believe the stroke of luck he had had in finding the carpet, and he spread it out on the cavern ground. It wasn't huge, but it was enough to guarantee a softer and warmer surface to sleep on than the rock.

He lay down next to Cyke and curled against him to keep him warm, his coat spread over them both. Tomorrow, he would worry about everything else, but for now it was enough to know they were both safe and alive.

The next day was easier. When he woke up, the first thing he did was check on his companion. The fever was down and the wounds were healing up nicely.

He took an early morning swim, watching the small fish darting around his feet. He dived down among them and grabbed at two of them, but they slipped though his fingers.

He surfaced and took a deep breath. He watched Cyke for a moment, who was moving slightly and mumbling, but quickly decided that there was no danger, and it was just a dream.

He dived down again and managed to grab a fish this time. He was kind of sorry about having to hunt on the island, but they needed to eat.

He threw it into the cavern and dived again. He caught a second before deciding that that would be enough.

He waded ashore and left the fish while he hunted for some wood. They'd need a fire. The night's were cooler, and he didn't relish eating raw fish, and he figured that Cyke would like it less.

When he got back and had the fire started, he went back to the American. He stripped his clothing to check the wounds again, carefully un-bandaging the leg.

The swelling was still down. He nodded to himself. He figured that a dip in the fresh water might help.

He carefully carried Cyke down to the water and walked in with him. The water bore most of his weight, causing his hair to float around his face. He shifted slightly at the cool touch, but settled down again.

On impulse, he pulled off the metal visor to look at the soft face. The visor was Cyke, but what he saw now wasn't him. This was Scott, the human hiding behind the mask.

Did anyone else see that? That visor was his shield. Scott had been hurt by Jeannie. She hadn't seen him, had she tried, or didn't she want to?

He looked like a floating angel. His face had lost the sternness it held when he was awake. His soft brown hair drifted free, gently brushing past his hand as he supported Scott's head to stop him drowning.

He had often wandered if those limbs were a supple and strong as they seemed. He'd never seen them uncovered before now, but he couldn't allow himself the luxury of that now. It was up to him to keep them both alive.

He ducked under again, noticing how hot it was getting. He carefully splashed water over the somnolent form before putting the visor back on and taking him ashore again.

The cut on his head was getting worse. He was scared that it might have caused a concussion, or, worse yet, a coma.

He repeated last night's trick to get him to drink and then checked the fish. They seemed to be cooked, so he pulled them out and crumbled them apart.

He took a tentative bite. It was good, sweet and moist, with large, easy to find bones.

He tried to get Cyke to eat some, experiencing the same trouble trying to get him to eat it that he had before with the water. In the end he decided that feeding would have to go the same way as drinking.

The midday sun had come out, and it was heating up. He put out the fire and checked his companion again before setting out. They needed something other than fish and water if they were going to survive.

He liked this place. He had stripped down to his pants, leaving the rest of his clothes back in the cavern. He was sweating slightly, it was humid and way too hot for his liking. He was used to the coolness of Canada, not this tropical sauna.

He flicked out his claws and crept forwards, hoping to find something that could be taken back to eat.

A small monkey chattered at him from above. He stared at it and snarled slightly, causing it to flee into the undergrowth. He chuckled to himself quietly and headed onwards.

He caught a glimpse of movement. The lizard blinked at him and hissed, showing long teeth. He dashed forward, his claws impaling the reptile through the chest.

He slung it over his shoulder and headed back. He didn't want to have to carry too much weight around with him while he was hunting.

The cavern was disturbed. He dropped his prey and dashed inside, claws extending out again.

A large lizard blinked at him, its mouth part way through trying to gnaw of Scott's hand. Scott hadn't moved, except his fevered movements now, not really comprehending what was going on, still unconscious.

He sprinted forward, claws flashing silver in the dimness of the cavern. The huge creature dashed backwards, dropping the hand it had been chewing, and slashing at him with large claws.

He snarled as it cut through his skin, and lashed back again. The lizard was a lot more nimble than it appeared, ducking again and biting at him.

He kicked the jaw that came at him, causing it to hiss again. It stared at him, not moving, before swiftly driving its claws into Scott's wounded shoulder.

A scream tore from his companion, but he was already moving. The adamantium flashed and the creatures head rolled away, the body sinking to the floor, digging the claws in deeper.

He pulled the huge animal up and rolled it onto the floor. He cradled Scott in his arms, gently stroking the soft hair from his face.

He mumbled slightly and turned in the strong arms. He grinned and lay him back down on the clothes he had made a mattress out of.

At least they had meat for a while.

He started up the fire again, near the mouth of the cavern, and moved his sleeping companion to the back. This way, hopefully, he could the wildlife out, but not heat up the cave too much.

He headed out again after re-bandaging the shoulder. The wounds were clean and not particularly deep, just small punctures.

He wandered through the undergrowth, where he had traveled before, trying to keep to the same path. He kept an eye on the trees, judging what could be eaten and what couldn't be.

One of the tall trees looked familiar. With a grin, he scampered up it and rapped his knuckles on the round nut. It felt ripe, and he could hear the milk inside of it moving with his motions.

He cut down the coconuts and watched them hit the ground. He slid back down the tree and gathered them into his arms, before walking back.

Not a bad haul for the day. Not bad at all.

He had cooked the big lizard on the fire, and had cut it up, ready to be eaten over the next couple of days.

He was debating what to do with the small reptile he had caught earlier. He had cut some vines along the way and found that they made good ropes.

With a shrug, he decided to worry about it later. He had time to think, lots of it.

He cut the top off one of the green coconuts and sniffed the milk. It smelt safe, in fact, it smelt bloody nice.

He knelt down behind Scott and pulled him up onto his lap. There was a slight murmur of protest and he shifted slightly before settling down. He tipped his head back slightly and frowned.

This wasn't going to work. The coconut was too large to use as a cup. He mentally shrugged and took a thoughtful sip. Back to plan one again.

He seemed to be doing this a lot lately.

He took another mouthful and pressed his mouth to the younger man's. He gently explored with his tongue, reveling in the softness of the warm mouth.

He felt pressure against his tongue. He sank into the warmth further, his tongue wrestling with the other one.

He drew back and looked down at his companion. He was apparently still asleep, but it seemed to be lighter than before, not the blanket that kept him from waking up, but a natural slumber.

Carefully, he picked up the other man and carried him outside to the water. He stripped them both of their clothing and let the coolness brush away the day's stress and heat.

Scott shifted and his head turned slightly. He shifted his grip, sitting down near the edge, letting the water support his companion, while keeping his own legs cool.

He stroked the face gently and ran his thumb over the restless lips. Swiftly, the mouth opened, pulling his finger inside to be sucked.

He gasped slightly, closing his eyes. The tongue licked around his thumb, causing him to moan.

He was released, and the cool air of dusk came back to him. He opened his eyes to look at Scott.

He floated in the water, breathing, but still unconscious as far as he could tell.

He sighed and carried him back to the cavern.

Night time was the best and the worst time. The full moon hung heavy in the sky overhead, casting the lake and waterfall silver blue, shimmering like blue lit silk.

The fire crackled near the back of the cave now. He had decided to move it further back, to keep them warm buring the cold night. He had heard people call the forest a silent place, but he couldn't think of one much noisier than here.

Animals called to one another across the blackness. Bats chirped, trees rustled, the waterfall continued to fall with a gentle slpash.

Scott's breathing was the loudest though. Not physically the loudest, in reality it was nearly silent, but it was the only thing that he heard.

A faint murmur shook him from his thoughts. He crawled over to his sleeping companion, gently brushing back his fringe from the lenses of the visor. He was still asleep, but he was tossing an turning, face tense and stressed with whatever thoughts wandered his mind.

He carefully traced the stubbled face, whispering softly meaningless words that were meant to soothe by tone alone. Slowly, the tossing grew lesser and he fell back into a peaceful slumber.

He wandered outside again, claws at the ready to fight anything that would threaten his defenceless companion.

He saw an ape of some kind walk near, stopping at the water's edge to drink. It stared at him and hooted, baring its teeth.

He snarled back, unsheathing the deadly metal that lay in his arm. The ape hooted again and ran off. He relaxed and settled down near the water, watching the small fish move under the silver covering of water.

A noise startled him awake. He was instantly on the defence, ready to attack the threat, when he realised that the noise had come from inside. He ran into the cavern, skidding to a halt near the fire on his knees.

A faint glow came from the far edge. So faint as to not exist to anyone else. A red line in the darkness.

He leant next to Scott and shook him gently. He stirred, but didn't wake fully.

A quick look told him that he was dehydrating. He grabbed the coconut he was keeping the water in and took a mouthful.

He reflected on the fact that he was going to miss this in a way. When rescue came, and Scott's life no longer depended on him, he would miss the time he had spent here. Alone, but never alone.

It would have been nicer to share it with him awake, but unconscious, he finally got to touch that hidden vulnerability that was Scott.

He felt that tongue again, pressing against his own. He wished that this could be something he could have off this island as well. To have not only Cyclops, but Scott as well.

He felt a hand reach up and wrap around his arm. He pulled back and blinked, surprised to see the red glow was stronger.

He watched those lips curve into a sleepy smile, the sort he could picture waking up to each morning, before his lips were gently taken, tongue working its way into his mouth.

He was shocked. He wanted this, so wanted this, but now it was here, he wasn't sure what to do. Not through lack of knowledge, but lack of brain power telling him that he should be moving.

Scott pulled back and looked at him, and he realised that his companion was wondering if he should have done that, if he was going to get his throat cut for kissing him.

He leant in and kissed the soft mouth, dispelling any doubts about whether or not this was a good idea.

They broke apart slightly before diving back into the kiss, passion throwing caution to the wind. Their hands were exploring one another's bodies greedily, pulling them closer together with each movement.

He pushed Scott onto his back, crawling up between his legs to reach his face again and those lovely bruised lips for another rough kiss.

He pulled away long enough to grin, and hurried pulled off Scott's shirt, before latching onto the broad chest, sucking and licking his way along the flat planes, creating a map in his mind of this body by taste.

A moan was elicited as he passed over one brown nipple. He licked it again, smiling when he got a louder response. He alternated between licking and blowing on the nub, delighting in the squirming and moaning that he was getting.

He switched to the other side and repeated the treatment. He could feel the tension in the body underneath his, the heated skin enflaming his own even further.

He progressed down to the waistband of the pants, slightly annoyed that he had more clothing to deal with before he could get to his target.

Without a second's thought, he ripped the cloth away and engulfed as much of Scott's erection as he could in one go.

He heard a scream from above, and the breathing increased again. He swirled his tongue around the crown, nibbling along the length like he might a delicacy.

The squirming was distracting him. He pushed his arm across Scott's hips, holding him down, before resuming his taste test.

Sick of teasing, he began to lick and suck in earnest. The thrusting was becoming more frenzied, but he didn't lessen his grip on the slim hips.

He thought that he being warned that he was near, but he didn't care. He could feel the tension growing further and further. It couldn't last much longer without release of some kind.

Release came. With a scream, he felt hot rivulets of semen gush into his mouth, to be hurriedly swallowed. He licked his way back up for another smouldering kiss before being flipped over onto his back, Scott straddling his stomach with a smile.

He seemed awfully awake for someone who had just had such an intense orgasm, he mused to himself, but the thought was quickly lost when that lovely mouth began to work its way along him, long, slim fingers idly stroking his sides. He relaxed into the caresses, wondering how Red could have given up this man so easily.

That thought was also quickly displaced as he felt those same hands tug away his trousers and rub along his erection with a delicious friction.

He moaned deep. He felt the nouth that was kissing his stomach turn up in a grin briefly and he smiled himself. This was wonderful. He gasped when a finger traced its way up the length of him, gently runing along the slit up the top.

He looked down to see Scott lick his finger and reach over for one of the bowls, glancing into it quickly and shrugging, before taking it in his hands.

He felt like pointing out that coconut milk was for drinking, but instinct got the better of his rational thought and shut him up.

Scott grinned and dipped his fingers into the bowls. He brought them up to the erection in front of him and wrapped them around it, pumping swiftly several times.

He was screaiming now, but he didn't care. The animal in him was demanding release, anyway, right now.

As though he could read his mind, Scott shifted from where he was. He crawled up the stocky body under him and gently kissed the waitng mouth.

He was wondering where this was going, but realisation quickly dawned as Scott pushed himself back onto his erection. He gasped and clutched at the same hips he had pinned not so long ago, wanting to push, but not willing to hurt his lover by hurrying him.

Scott slid back slowly, his face twisting slightly as the pain hit him. He felt like telling him not to do it, not to hurt himself for this, but one look silenced that thought, and his cock yelled its protest at the very thought.

They were still now, and he was fully embedded in Scott, his fingers entwined with those of his lover.

Need kicked in, and he rolled them over so he was on top. He pulled out partly and thrust sharp, moaning as he did so. He felt the hiss of pleasure more than heard it, and repeated the action to get the same result.

He was moving now, their bodies rocking backwards and forwards as he thrust deep into his lover, listening to the gasping and moaning below him as he groaned himself.

He could feel that it couldn't last must longer, and started to move faster, harder, feeling the muscles tightening around him as he hit that spot that caused his lover to spasm with pleasure.

He thrust again and felt Scott come with a scream, bucking up against him hard, squeezing him in that tight passage, pushing him over the edge.

He came yelling too, collapsing forwards onto his lover, breathing hard.

They kissed again and wrapped themselves around one another, dozing to sleep as the moon passed overhead, keeping a vigil over the lovers.

Come what may, it didn't matter. They had each other now.

The End