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[ssolessurvivor]

“Against The Wall” (( ps I hope your wedding and honeymoon were amazing!!! congrats again! <3 ))

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It's almost like they had decided to taunt him over his scars. At least, the rest of them: Khan was always on the outer edge of the conversations, the jeering. They saw him as hopelessly flawed with his stories tainting his skin, besides the fact he's human.

Yet every time he glances at himself in darkened windows, in mirrors, in reflective surfaces, his scars give him a power he's not accustomed to. He's been changing since he's been here, granted a life in exchange for services rendered. He's aught to let Khan die a few times now, or at least be severely wounded, but he hasn't. His body has been trained too well to let anything hurt the Captain. Fucking instincts woven into his genetics like he was born to be here.

To protect him. Even when he boiled when he saw Khan.

He just manifests in the shadows, that one. The commander, the villain, the beast. They're always alone, the tension able to be cut straight in half whenever they're near. Khan's hand reaches up and grasps Logan's chin, lifting slightly to peek at his scars. The electricity there under his fingertips...Logan hopes to god he can't feel his pulse skyrocket, the way his stomach erupts with butterflies. Had he truly been craving this? Had he been waiting for an opportunity, even when he knew he wouldn't be the one to jump first?

Holding the gaze of those eyes that seem to reflect the very depths of frozen oceans, Logan lifts his chin out of Khan's grasp, the soft glare speaking volumes and also...not hiding anything.

The blonde only gets a few steps before the vulture descends: a hand on his shoulder, Logan gearing up for a fight when he knows their lips collide just as they usually do. His body deceives him as he's pushed against the nearest wall, their beings cloaked in semi-darkness so their timid moans lift into the shadows. Hands try and find purchase on that marbled body, but he's thwarted as Khan lifts and pins Logan's hands against the wall. Their hunger turns primal, Logan's body arches into Khan's and their kisses devolve into desperation and a little nipping of lips in between teeth.

He's losing this battle so badly. His body acts on that passion he's been waiting for from Khan, all the little words of praise spoken the last few weeks leading up to this and his resolve is melting. Khan's lips rip from his and trail down his neck, that iron clad body pressing him into the wall: the moan escaping Logan's lips could be considered more of a whimper, trying desperately to free his hands but it's a futile effort. He can't take this anymore, this game they play. It's carnal now. A pure bodily need, nothing more.

Or so that's what he tells himself as he tries to see through the haze, Khan's still kissing his neck, driving him mad. Once Logan's mouth settles at Khan's ear, he finds his voice is reduced to a whisper. "Fuck me." Eyes roll back into his head as another wave hits him, breath hitching as his body begs for more. "Take me."