Lo..?
Chapter Four: Lo..?
The only two X-men more codependent on each other than Jean and Scott, were Morph and Wolverine. They started dating officially around the time Wolverine asked Morph to come back and help the team fabricate a broadcast of Charles Xavier, but everyone knew their relationship started long before that. Morph decided to not leave again after that. And about a week after the couple had told everyone, Morph had practically moved into their partner’s room. They still had their own, of course, but they enjoyed sharing a bed and cuddling at night, especially when either party had trouble fighting their past enough to get sleep. They were being carried to Logan’s room now, they tried to orient themself to the winding halls of the mansion that seemed familiar, but they couldn't tell what floor they were on or what rooms they were passing, nor could they name the people giving them concerned looks and sideways glances. They hated them for that, they weren’t a spectacle to be looked at. Why were people looking at them now? It's not like people looked at them before besides when they needed them to be someone else, except for, of course, Logan, who just grunted or gave vague responses when anyone tried to ask him anything as he walked by. He opened the door to the room they shared, it was kinda messy but he made space on the floor for himself and his oddly fluid partner to sit comfortably by the foot of the bed.
Logan took the blanket off of the container and set it carefully to the side, he gently placed his palm on Kev’s face again “Ok bub, you gotta work with me here. Beast said that the device keeps moving around inside ya’”
Morph’s big eyes just stared up at him, their mouth had disappeared sometime between leaving the lab and getting to their shared room. It was too much energy to keep it up. They didn’t know what ‘device’ he was talking about but they could feel something inside of them, grabbing tight and not letting them go. They couldn't let it go either. It was as if they were being told that they weren't allowed to. They began to lose themself again. Anger started to stir in them, this time against Logan. They squeezed their eyes closed tight and they disappeared within themself. He was too kind to them to get this angry at, but just his sight alone made him feel betrayed, and cold. Their chest ached as if a hole had been blown through it. Had a hole been blown through it? Why did they know what that felt like? Did they ever even have a chest? Is that why they were so angry at Logan? They would just have to avoid looking at him while this feeling tried to fight its way to Morph’s metaphorical heart. They were confused, angry, and scared. They wanted to cry but even if they had eyes, they weren’t sure if it was possible.
“Kevin, hey, look at me” Wolverine pressed a little harder on the surface of their skin. His hand made its way under where the eyes were last and picked up that part of their body and brought it up to his lips and placed a gentle kiss as if he were kissing his partner’s hand. “Promise I won’t hurt ya, babe.” and he set his partner back in the box. Their eyes reformed, looking at him pleadingly. He let his hand rest there for a moment until Morph was able to push it slightly. And then some more until it was over the spot they could feel the foreign object resting inside of them. “Here?”
Blink
“I'm gonna push down now, that alright sweetheart?” Logan never did anything with his partner if they didn't agree to it, even something as weird and unexpected as this.
Blink. Morph liked pet names. And they liked Logan. They tried to push all that anger aside and replace it with whatever trust they could muster up. They felt Logan’s hand push into their body. The slime like substance that housed their thoughts moved and contorted in ways that felt uncomfortable and odd. They groaned at the sensation.
“Hey hey, it's ok, I can stop” Wolverine put his other hand on Morph’s face to reassure them.
Blink Blink. Keep going, I need you to get it out. They wished they could talk, to speak, to say something, anything to the extent of “I need it gone, it’s messing with my head and I can't do anything about it” but all they could muster up at the moment were groans. Maybe if they still had the mouth they gave themself earlier, they could give those grunts a place to form into words, but right now they just needed to focus on helping their partner get the object out of their head.
“Keep goin?” Logan wanted clarification.
Blink
He pushed his hand further in and could feel the small metallic object occupying the space it was not welcome in. He grabbed it and Morph practically screamed, although it was muffled due to the lack of space for it to escape from. The bug shaped device grabbed onto them even tighter and sent a searing pain through their entire body. “Morph!” Logan yelled trying to pull the device out with all of his strength. Unwillingly, Morph’s body once again formed teeth but now all they way down the hole that Logan had created, slicing up his whole forearm in the process. “Dammit!” He growled through clenched teeth but he didn’t let go. Instead he just kept pulling. Morph tried to get rid of the teeth but they weren’t in control of their body right now. The device had taken control in order to protect itself through whatever programming Sinister gave it. All they could think about was hurting Logan. Make him bleed. He has no right to touch your body like that. Only I do. Morph could feel Sinister’s grasp over them. More teeth formed, now, much sharper and much larger, digging into the Wolverines flesh. Logan growled and Morph continued to groan. They could feel Logan’s warm blood start to pool inside of them, and there was nothing they could do. Tears poured from their eyes, they were hurting and hurting the person who cared about them the most and they could do nothing to stop it.
With a final strong pull, The Wolverine successfully pulled out the bug, although it was still attached and pulling Morph’s putty-like flesh. It pulled the whole chasm of teeth and blood inside out with it. He threw it on the ground and with a strong swing of his arm, Logan smashed the metallic bug into pieces and it finally let go.
Morph was able to relax, putting away the teeth and pulling themself back into the storage container, leaving most of the blood behind on the floor, but a smear still made its way across the surface of their skin. Logan’s scratched and bloodied arm began to heal itself as he picked up the pieces of the mind control device.
They were able to form a mouth and proper words now. A soft and labored “Thank you” made its way out.
“Heh, anything for you, bub” Logan let out, moving all the smashed pieces into one hand, and placing the free one on their face. “Now save your strength ‘n pull yourself back together. I’m gonna run this hunk of trash down to Beast and see if he can figure out anything ‘bout it, maybe prevent it from happening again.” The burly man stood up to leave and turned away when he felt their hand being grabbed by the loose flesh.
“Lo..? Please, please don't leave me” Morph had control over themself and their mind again, and they were scared. They didn’t want to be alone while being this defenseless. It would take some time before they could reform into their human shape.
“..Ok bub, I can run it down tomorrow, ‘s getting late anyway.” He set the pieces on the dresser near the door. “Wanna go on the bed?”
The small bit of face Morph was able to form for themself just nodded and Logan picked them up and spilled them onto the bed, not what they were expecting but it was nice to get out of the container and stretch. They were able to control their body enough to not spill over the side of the bed now, and Logan removed his uniform, and didn’t change into anything else besides a fresh pair of underwear and an undershirt. He walked into the bathroom and brushed his teeth without closing the door, so his partner could keep a worried eye on him. Eventually he finished getting ready to call it a night and laid down next to the strange blob of a friend he had, which just smiled and hummed happily as he kissed them on the cheek they had worked so hard on to form. He laid a strong and safe arm across his partner and gripped some part of them that tried to resemble a shoulder and eventually drifted off to sleep. Morph was so tired but this form didnt let them sleep, it was far too uncomfortable and they wanted to work on putting themself back together anyway. While Logan gently snored, they solidified in his comforting embrace. Forming the base was the hardest part, trying to remember how tall they were supposed to be, how long the fingers were, the shape of their ears, but eventually it all came together and they had the proper spots to put organs and blood vessels and anything else they needed to convince themself that despite everything, they were still human. They gave themself all the necessities except their distinct lack of nose, and they weren’t comfortable with having to choose a physical gender on a normal day so they just left themself blank down there, and they didn't even think about clothes at that moment. They leaned in to kiss the man who managed to help them pull themself together yet again.
“Hey, yer back!” Logan whispered to them through sleepy eyes. Morph knew that they were both light sleepers but they really wanted his boyfriend to see them whole again. The Wolverine grabbed his partner and squeezed.
“Careful, I’m still squishy” Morph laughed as he felt the man’s sideburns tickle their soft and bare face.
“Yer always squishy” he grumbled back, through a soft smile, the one he only showed Morph. “How you doin besi-”
GURGLE
Morph’s eyes grew wide and Logan just laughed as their stomach growled louder than anything the two have ever heard. “So I was right, you are hungry. When’s last time y’ ate?”
They had to stop and think for a second “I had some pretzels at the mall.”
“WHAT? That was over a week ago! I'm sure there’s something edible in the kitchen, come on.” Logan stood up and Morph just groaned.
“ ‘M too tired to walk right now” Morph turned and whined into the pillow.
“Fine” Morph thought they had won that argument and closed their eyes until they felt a pair of strong hands grab them and pull them into a bridal style carry.
“What are you doing?” They laughed out.
“You're hungry, don’t wanna walk, and I aint bringing food in here, don't want crumbs in our bed. So ‘m carrying you to the kitchen” He said as if it were the most sure thing in the world. He grabbed the pink and red blanket from the floor and threw it across his naked partner.
Morph smiled when Logan referred to it as ‘our’ bed. They grabbed his face and kissed him again “I love you, Logan”
He smiled back “Love you too, Kev.”