#pred logan

Logan sipped a glass of whiskey as he got comfortable at the mansion. He and the other members of the X-men had just returned from a mission a few hours ago and were exhausted. Logan was pretty tipsy as he sat there. Scott entered the main room and saw the other man drinking. 

He crossed his arms speaking up, "You know you shouldn't be drinking in the school, James." Logan shot a glance up at him with a snarl on his face, "I can do what I want! Don't call me that!" he growls toward the other man. “And plus all of the kids are sleeping! I need some time to myself sometimes.” “Well do it at bars not here!” 

Logan got up slowly and groaned as he holds his head, stumbling a bit as he presses the glass against his chest. Scott just crossed his arms not impress with him.

“Still you are a bad example on the kids” Scott said as he pokes at the pathetic man chest, gaining another growl. A sight grin came onto his face as he watched him. “Now let’s get you to bed”. There was sightly concern in his voice, but the snarkiest was more prominent in his voice. He grabbed his Logan’s arm.  

Logan thought the other man was teasing him and pushed him away. He was taunting me him, he had to be. “Don’t touch me Slim! I don’t need your assistance!” he grumbles, “I bite”

They just stared at each other for a few moments before Logan’s stomach gurgles. They kept eye contact on each other. Logan brain came up with an idea. An idea how Scott could ‘help’ him. 

He grins as he falls back “maybe I should go to bed” he grumbles. 

Scott chuckles sightly as he grabs Logan’s arm and helps him to his room. Logan had a sight grin as he falls onto his bed, holding Scott’s arm. He raises his eyebrow. 

“What are you doing?” Scott asks confused, trying to pull his arm away. Logan tightens his grip. A furrow appears on the other face. 

“Hmm I am just getting a snack” Logan responds. He quickly pulled Scott’s arm into his mouth, biting down so he couldn’t pull out. Scott yells as he tried to pull out, putting a hand on Logan’s chest trying to pull away. Unfortunately Logan’s jaw was screwed tight. 

He wasted no time before he swallows. The fabric of the clothes scratches at his neck as he swallows half of his arm. He didn’t react to it, used to the feeling.

He pulls Scott’s face into his mouth, closing his eyes. The one good thing about Scott was he tasted good. The sweetness of his hair and the savory flavor of mint made it perfect.

But he didn’t wasted any time. He swallows hard bringing Scott to his shoulders into his throat.

Scott couldn’t speak as he kicks his feet, trying to get out. He gets pulled in further, his hand getting cramped into his stomach. He was quickly shoved further, being forced an awkward position. 

“LOGAN!” He yells as he tries to push the walls out. 

Whiskey was at the bottom of Logan’s stomach, filling a good portion of it. Scott was forced to hold his breath as his head is forced under. 

Logan tilts his head up. He grins feeling the man struggle under his skin as he tries to hurt him. He found it cute. 

He takes a finally gulp, trapping Cyclops inside of him. He falls onto his back and watches his stomach squirm and just laughs. 

The stomach gurgles, as it squeezes Scott, trying to digest it but to no use. He forces his way into a comfortable position. 

“ASSHOLE LET ME OUT!” He screams as he pushes outwards the best he could. He didn’t want to die in this dick’s stomach. 

“Shut it, food doesn’t talk” Logan yawns as he rolls onto his side. He snuggles a pillow as he starts to nod off. 

“LOGAN!” “Be quiet or you stay in there” “in one piece?” “Possibly” Logan yawns as he starts to nod.