This is more or less my pet project for when I get writer's block on my other fic WWIII. This won't be updated as often but I'll keep it going. :3

Okay… First time filling a prompt… I hope to god I do a good job. This is for the amazing Nehan Shinzui34

Prompt: Logan is terribly controlling, overprotective and possessive of his boyfriend Charles. Charles tries his hardest to make it work because he really does love the man even though he can get extremely close to violent. One day Charles meets Erik and the quickly hit it off but Charles refuses to be disloyal to his boyfriend for fear of what he might do… Competition ensues. Modern Human verse! Erik/Charles/Logan

Chapter I: Like so many times before

It was just another cold Autumn night in Oxford. Fallen red and brown leafs were scattered over the streets and sidewalks, some crushed beneath shoes and the wheels of cars, others carried by the wind. Charles adjusted his scarf to protect himself from the cold breeze nipping at his neck and ears. He'd just finished researching his thesis in the library for the nth time and was heading to meet his boyfriend at the bar he worked at.

He was in no rush to get anywhere; he loved autumn nights like this one. Alone on the street Charles smiled to himself and spun around, arms held out to the sides as he tilted his head back. At the right moment the wind picked up and leafs swirled in a mini tornado around him. His smile grew wider and he laughed softly, shaking his head at his own silly action and the wind for encouraging it.

That had been something that only happened in movies when the female lead spun around in front of the male lead. Leafs would swirl around her and it would be that moment the male would realize he was in love.

Charles laughed harder. He wasn't a female lead or a lead in a movie at all. Charles Xavier was twenty-two years old and a normal life with normal issues, a normal apartment and a normal relationship… Well, as normal as a relationship with a man like Logan got. Logan wasn't the sappy romance movie type; he was all rough edges and hard muscles, a real man's man.

Charles loved the man, he did, he just wished that Logan took the time to see the beauty around him like the male leads in romance movies did. As it was Logan would have looked at Charles spinning in the swirling leafs and told him to stop acting so childish. He wouldn't have called him adorable or pulled him close to devour his lips because he was so mesmerized by that single moment that he just couldn't help himself. Charles wished he would though, at least once in a while.

The wind picked up again, rustling the fallen leafs and causing him to shiver. The cold was beginning to leach into his warm layers making the calm night slightly less pleasant to be out in. Spotting the bar, Charles smiled and walked a little faster. He was looking forward to the rush of warm air and noise as he entered the bar and the faint burn of a nice drink, not to mention seeing Logan.

A smile formed on his red lips as the warmth of the bar washed over him. Walking over to an empty stool at the bar Charles stripped himself of his scarf and heavy over coat. Sitting, he loosened his tie and waited until the man behind the bar would turn his attention away from the… rather busty blonde woman he was making a drink for. Charles looked down and his smile faded some, what remained of it was forced. He knew Logan would hit on the women at the bar so that he would get better tips but it never failed to upset him. He wasn't the jealous type but it bothered him and made him insecure to know that Logan could dump him in a second and get some hot blonde ass a heartbeat later.

"Hey, what's a pretty thing like you doing sitting alone?" Charles looked up, a blush slightly dusted over his pale cheeks. It was just Scott, the bar's co-owner, "Oh yeah! Your boyfriend is a bastard who'd rather hit on women." The man's voice was louder as he spoke each word making sure to grab Logan's attention away from the blonde while simultaneously grabbing most of the bar's attention. Logan wheeled around shooting a glare at the grinning Scott.

Scott and Logan hated each other, everyone knew that but no one knew exactly why they chose to work together. They both owned the bar where they worked and kept it running with the help of a few of the students from the university working as waiters for the tables. The two were like little kids, constantly tweaking and picking on each other, the only time they seemed to get along at all was when they were both drunk beyond the ability to walk.

Logan stalked over shoving Scott away from Charles. "How many fucking times have I told you to back off of him, huh?" Charles reached over the bar and grabbed his boyfriend's arm, smiling when Logan turned his attention to him. "Hey, Logan, it's fine, he was just kidding around. Right, Scott?" Charles glanced at Scott who just grunted in agreement and walked over to the abandon blonde, making sure to bump Logan's shoulder with his own. Logan turned to grab Scott and punch him but Charles pulled his arm and called his name softly to draw his attention back to him, "Logan…"

Logan turned back to Charles, glaring down at the smaller man who stared up at him with a concerned look on his beautiful face. "Logan, he's just trying to get under your skin." Charles' accented voice was like music, soft and soothing like a perfect tender melody. Logan ripped his arm out of Charles' grasp before taking a hold of Charles' thick chestnut curls and roughly pulling him closer. Charles was lifted from his chair and forced to lean uncomfortably over the bar as Logan crushed their lips together in a rough, bruising kiss.

Breaking the kiss and letting Charles go Logan asked, "What do you want?" The younger man was used to this by now, Logan would ask then Charles would answer with, "only you," and then Logan would laugh at him and say, "I meant to drink." This happened almost every time Charles came to the bar and Scott and Logan were at it again which was practically every night. It was to completely calm Logan down and make him laugh. Charles truly loved his laugh and the smile that went with it; it contrasted beautifully with the dark, stubble cover face and huge muscles.

"I'm just going to have a glass of red wine tonight."

Logan seemed to ignore his request and placed a large glass of scotch in front of him. Scotch was what Logan gave him when he wanted Charles to get drunk. "Logan, I shouldn't tonight, I have a lot of work to do tomorrow." Again, Logan ignored him and poured his own glass and held it up for a 'cheers.' Charles frowned slightly then forced a smile as he picked his own glass up and tapped it to Logan's. Logan downed his single shot then watched Charles as he hesitated then took a sip.

Before he could set the still very full glass down Logan pressed a finger to the bottom of the glass pressing it back to Charles' lips. "All." Charles' brow furrowed as he downed another, bigger sip. "All." Logan demanded when he tried to set it down again. Charles looked at him with pleading eyes before averting his gaze to the remaining contents of the glass and then downing the rest of it. As soon as he set the glass down on the bar Logan refilled it. "Logan, you're going to get me drunk." Charles sighed, he really did have a lot of work to get done tomorrow and a hangover was the last thing he needed. Logan pulled him closer by the tie this time and kissed his slightly chapped red lips. "That's the point."

Two and a half large glasses of scotch later Charles was blushing and flirting shamelessly with his boyfriend. His crystal blue eyes were glazed over and the normally brilliant color dulled from the alcohol. "Baby, let's go home." Charles begged as he leaned over the bar to be closer to his boyfriend. "You know I hate pet names. We'll go once I finish here." Logan grinned at the adorable pout he received before turning away from Charles and heading over to another customer.

Charles was left alone, unattended in a bar full of drunken men that could easily overpower him even if he wasn't drunk. The tips of his ears, nose and his cheeks were a dusted a dark red, a clear sign to others in the bar that he was very drunk and an easy target at the moment.

"Hey."

Charles turned around and stared up and the man standing behind him. The man was huge, tall, muscled with long hair and the darkest eyes Charles had probably ever seen. "Why, hello there." Charles smiled cheerfully up at him. "Victor Creed." The man introduced with a sly smile as he held his hand out for Charles to shake. The younger man looked at his hand a moment before taking it in both of his own hands and shaking it. "Charles Xavier." He slurred in response before he broke into giggling at the sound of his own voice.

"You have a cute laugh." The man complemented sitting on the barstool beside Charles who was blushing the deepest shade of red possible. Charles looked the man over to try to find something to complement him on in return. "Your necklace is very groovy." The younger man smiled as he reached out and ran his slender fingers over a large fang resting on the man's chest.

"Groovy, huh?"

"Very."

Charles tilted his head, leaning at little closer to examine the tooth necklace he held in his hand but the man seemed to misunderstand the gesture and claimed Charles' lips in a sudden, harsh kiss. The younger man protested with a groan and pulled back. "What are you doing?" Charles sobered up some as he looked from the man in front of him to Logan with wide eyes. Logan was staring at the two, anger writing all over his tense body. "What do you mean what am I doing? You were the one leaningin for it."

Charles looked at him in distress, shaking his head, "I didn't, I-I was looking at y-your necklace. Y-you should leave!" He whispered frantically. "Why?" Charles shook his head again to dismiss the man's question, "please just-"

Logan's fist collided with the side of the man's face. "Logan!" Charles shrieked covering his mouth with his hands. Logan had left the other side of the bar and dragged the man off his stool, repeatedly punching the man's face in. "Logan! Stop, it was a misunderstanding. Please, stop!" Charles pleaded as he jumped off his stool and grabbed the back of Logan's shirt to try to pull him off.

Logan stopped only to shove Charles away before returning to his victim. The still-drunken Charles stumbled back trying to catch himself but fell to the floor with a soft thud. Scott had been watching the scene and jumped the bar when Charles' attempt to calm his boyfriend failed had. "Logan, get off him!" He ordered as he restrained Logan's arms long enough for the man to pull himself free and leave the bar in a hurry. "Get off me, damnit!" The restrained man growled as he struggled, finally pulling away from Scott who held his hands up in a surrender-like fashion. "Ok, you're let go."

Angered hazel eyes met frightened blue as Logan stared down at his lover. Charles shook his head in disappointment and stood up, stumbling slightly, before grabbing his coat and scarf from his chair and running out of the bar as fast as he could. Logan growled and stalked after him, ordering Scott to 'make his scrawny ass useful and take over' as he left.

He didn't find Charles outside and the longer it took to find him the angrier Logan became. His thoughts were going places that his rational mind would have known were impossible. He was imagining Charles running off after the man to check if he was okay. Charles was always the fucking saint, always making sure everyone was okay. The vile man would act like a wounded puppy and Charles would feel guilty and follow him to his apartment to take care of him.

Charles was probably moaning for the man right now.

Logan slammed his fist into the wall of the brick building beside him. "Fuck!" He cursed as he withdrew his hand, shaking it. The pain that spread through him was calming and he decided to go back to the apartment to wait for Charles to come home. That would also give him a bit of time to think of how he wanted to handle this without getting violent. He didn't want to hurt his love, that was truly the last thing he wanted to do but he couldn't stand the thought of anyone else so much as touching a single hair on Charles' head.

The only one allowed to touch Charles was him.

When Logan got back to the apartment he shared with Charles he was already sitting, slumped forward with his elbows on his knees, on the large couch. Logan shut the door and threw he keys down, the anger slowly beginning to rise again as he looked at his lover. Charles looked up at his boyfriend and smiled, it was a sad smile that vanished when he saw how anger Logan was slowly becoming. "It was just a misunderstanding…" He said softly as he stood and turned to face the man still standing by the door.

"Did you bring him here?"

"No- What? Logan, I-"

Logan had crossed the room and grabbed Charles by the forearms, pulling him closer. "Do not lie to me Charles." He growled as he glared down at the young man. "Logan- Logan, baby, you're hurting me." Charles looked up at him pleadingly, his lower lip trembling slightly from fright. The iron grip on his arms loosened some but didn't let go. "I left the bar and came right here. I didn't even see him outside the bar." Charles whispered softly, reaching up and stroking Logan's stubble covered cheek. "I love you baby… I'd never leave you."

Logan glare softened as he stared into Charles' soft blue eyes. The remaining anger slowly washed away, he knew Charles was telling the truth, his Charles would never lie to him. "I do hate those pet names." He commented for the second time tonight, this time with a loving smile, betraying how he actually felt about Charles calling him 'baby.' Charles laughed softly, "Oh, you like them and you know it! You just don't want anyone to-" Logan cut him off with a kiss. Charles was startled by the sudden action at first but steadily relaxed into the kiss, returning it lovingly as he wrapped his arms around Logan's neck, drawing him closer.