X-Men, Movie-verse
Logan/Scott
Let's just say adamantium claws are useful for more than can openers...

Scott grumbled to himself as Logan advanced towards him with a dangerous look in his eyes. His claws slowly extended one-by-one as he advanced on the younger man. He sniffed the air slightly and his nose wrinkled at the odor coming off of Scott's body.

"Been stuck in that for awhile huh, bub?" He teased, trailing a finger down the other man's spandex clad chest with his middle claw following only inches behind.

Scott sighed, adjusting his visor.

"Can we just get this over with?"

Logan smiled sardonically and began viciously slashing at the x-man's suit. He didn't cease his attack until there was nothing left of the other man's clothes but ribbons of stretchy fabric.

"Thank god," Scott muttered, quickly slipping into a pair of jeans, a polo-T and a pair of flip-flops and heading for the elevator at as quick a pace as he felt he could walk while still maintaining his composure.

"So…" Logan purred (or he would have purred if he were a less manly man), "Where's my reward? When do I get to open my package?"

Scott tinted slightly pink as they rode upward.

"Uh… D-den," He stuttered. "Eleven o'clock."

"It's a date," Logan grinned mischievously. "And Scott?"

"Yeah?"

"Stop trying to fit into Jean's uniform."