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part 1
“Hey…” Alec blurted out in protest against the blow Max delivered when he reached out to push the doorbell for the third time.
Irritated, Max demanded, “Well, then knock it off. He’s home alright.” Nervously her eyes flitted sideways and added. “It’s probably just taking him a little longer to get to the door.” Alec noticed by the time she finished the sentence her voice was trailing off. Whether she realized it or not she was silently drawing attention to the subject she had worked hard to avoid at all costs - that Logan was back to using his wheelchair full-time.
Alec rolled his eyes, showcasing his own irritation at Max’s reaction. He didn’t get it, treating the fact that Logan was back in a wheelchair like it was something taboo. “Yeah well, last time I checked wheeling to the door was a hell of a lot faster...” He didn’t get to finish when Max smacked him again this time harder.
His annoyance sat at the edge of anger. “Knock it off. That’s the last hit I’ll let slide. I was only stating the obvious.”
Max’s lips curled in disgust. “If I had wanted a commentary I would have asked.”
“Right. Well you’re acting like it’s a death sentence. He’s not a cripple you know.”
“That’s offensive.”
Pissed Alec snorted, his irritation boiling over. “What?”
“That word.”
“Pft you treating him like one, is what’s offensive.”
“Shut up! You weren’t there. You didn’t see how bad he was, how vulnerable....”
“Don’t give me that shit; you weren’t there either, either time.”
Max glared, telling him that was the point, she wasn’t there to prevent it. However her anger quickly gave way to the guilt and pain she was harboring. Alec closed his eyes, his anger dissipating. “Max, you’re looking at it all wrong. Yeah, you weren’t there but it wasn’t your job to be there. If you were, Manticore would have killed him and dragged your ass back. He may be human, weaker because of that, but Logan’s a big boy, he makes his own decisions. Besides you did help by giving him transfusions – both times. The transfusions repaired a lot of the damage.”
“It wasn’t enough.”
“You’ve got to remember what Sam said, he’s not fully paralyzed. The nerve damage is mending itself. It’s just his muscles, in time he might regain full function...”
Abruptly the door swung open with Bling standing there. “Sorry for the delay, we just finished a workout. Come on in. I’m really glad you guys can do this. He trusts you. I’m sure if we had to go through an agency they wouldn’t last a day.” Bling moved aside to let them in.
Inside the apartment, Max answered, “It’s not a problem, we’re happy to help.”
Alec shared a startled glance with Max as their hyper-senses picked up disquieting sounds of sniveling whimpers coming from the another room; both realized it was Logan. Apprehensively, Max asked, “How is he?”
“There’s no denying it’s been hard especially since he broke his wrist.” Bling shrugged as he gave them a rundown on Logan’s condition.
“He has his good and bad days. Physically he’s doing better. Although to him it’s not fast enough, so psychologically it’s getting harder. He gets in these funks and if the depression lingers, I’m afraid of where it’ll lead.” Bling paused, his eyes shifting over to the workout room then back at them, stating confidently, “In my opinion, what he needs is to be pushed harder. While I’m gone, do whatever you can to keep him on schedule and boost his morale. Even if that means pulling out any tricks you have, including spanking his royal ass. He needs it; use anything and do whatever you can.”
Bling looked between them, his voice steady and brimming with confidence. “Bottom-line it’s the end result that count.” Then he blinked. “It’s going to be a long road ahead. The good news is he’s stubborn; he just needs to stay pointed in the right direction. I believe he can get there but it’ll be a smoother, faster transition if he’s focused and keeps to the routine.” Bling passed Alec a thick folder along with a chart listing Logan’s daily schedule. “His schedule and entire regimen, diet… it’s all laid out in there.”
Alec only glanced at it as he started to comprehend exactly how involved they were going to be while Bling was away.
“Again, I appreciate you filling in for the month. Like I said, everything’s listed in there - make sure he does them. It’s Dr. Carr’s orders so don’t let him convince you otherwise. At the moment he’s pretty exhausted from the workout we just had.” Bling rubbed his hands then laced his fingers and arched them to crack his knuckles while looking at Logan’s bedroom door. “Maybe you should give him a little time before you go back there.”
Abruptly Bling shook his hands and gathered his things to stand by the door. “Remember, do whatever it takes. Sam, Dr. Carr’s number is on the counter by his meds. Call if there’s an emergency, otherwise I’ll see you next month.”
With that Bling was gone.
Max took the folder and sat down. Alec followed her example and started reading the pages attached to the chart. Shaking his head, he muttered, “Damn.”
Max didn’t say anything, just passed him the pages that she had finished reading about the extent of Logan’s injuries and his care.
As Alec continued reading he was starting to have doubts. “You sure we can do this?”
Next to him Max’s entire body tightened before she turned and exhaled in exasperation, her eyes narrowing. “Trying to get out of it already?”
“Fuck Max, calm down. That’s not what I was saying.”
“Then what are you saying?”
“I’m saying exactly what you’re thinking - that this is a hell of a lot more involved than either of us thought it’d be when we volunteered. It’s not a matter of whether or not we can do it – obviously we can. But this isn’t anyone, it’s Logan.”
“Exactly! I’m not going anywhere. If you want to bail then fine, go. I won’t stop you.”
Alec didn’t back down and held her gaze, then not so subtly sniffed. “Huh, was hoping the bitchy attitude meant you were on the rag.”
Max’s face scrunched up, appalled by what he said and hit him – again.
Alec huffed and only shrugged, “I see that’s your answer to everything.”
“You deserved it; that was disgusting.”
Alec smirked, “Didn’t think you knew the colloquialism.” He put the chart down, stood before her and asked, “Ready?”
Suddenly Max’s anger deflated and she joined him.
Though she was standing Alec could clearly see Max wasn’t ready. She’d do what was necessary, he had no doubt, but she wasn’t ready to face Logan. He reached out until his fingers found hers, twining them together until he had a firm clasp and squeezed her hand in comfort. Before tugging her forward until she was following and they made their way to Logan.
At the door, Alec dropped her hand as they stood there facing the closed door of the workout room.
Through the door they could clearly hear Logan fidgeting then a whimpered gasp escaped.
Alec cleared his throat, “Logan?” followed by a louder knock to allow Logan to know he was there. A few seconds later he heard Logan’s “Alec...” and opened the door in time to see Logan struggling to stay covered. With one hand he pushed his legs off a long table, using the momentum as leverage to sit up. Quietly they both watched as Logan winced in pain and did what he could to adjust his body to how he was sitting.
One hand gripped the table while Logan’s other hand fiddled with the sheet; a task that was made more difficult since his palm and wrist were bandaged, leaving only the top half of his fingers to grip and hold the sheet in place. Logan smiled in greeting as if they hadn’t been standing there watching him. “Oh hey guys.” Logan anxiously looked behind them, asking apprehensively, “Thought I heard the door. Did Bling leave?”
Involuntarily, Alec eyes shifted to where the sheet slid to expose Logan’s skin, a tinge of pink. Alec swallowed, remembering what Bling had said ‘spanking his royal ass. He needs it.’, before he answered, “Yeah.”
Logan exhaled in relief. “Thank God! I need a break away from his torturous large hands.”
Max and Alec turned to one another; Alec could see Max had seen the same thing he did and recalled what Bling had said before they turned back to face Logan. Apparently their expressions gave them away as Logan’s smile faltered and he released an exasperated sigh. “Don’t tell me, Bling left you instructions?”
Neither of them answered because it was obvious to everyone Logan already knew the answer.
Irritated Logan snickered, “Bastard.” He pointed to the counter behind Alec. “Ah, Alec would you mind handing me that pile of clothes over there and my glasses?”
Alec turned to grab the items and held them out to Logan.
Logan said, “Thanks.” Taking the pile, Logan put his glasses on first then smiled down at the pile on his lap.
Alec nodded and returned to where he had been standing beside Max.
Logan looked at him then at Max in particular, “Mind?” fisting the sheet, silently stating the obvious that he was naked underneath it. It took Max a second to understand Logan’s request before she turned around. Once she did Logan let go of the sheet and started to put on his shirt. Alec was riveted to where the sheet was sliding, revealing more skin. Suddenly Max smacked him.
Annoyed, this time more for her timing, but Alec shrugged it off and turned around. Yet she smacked him again, his lips thinned, pissed, and he was about to tell her so when he caught her mouthing something. “Go and help him.”
His mouth dropped to an ‘oh’ as he got it. He started to turn around but stopped when Logan spoke, “Listen guys, I appreciate that you want to help, but the truth is Bling’s been worried for nothing. It’s not that I haven’t gone through this before. I know the routine.”
When neither of them said anything, Logan continued. “Yeah okay, so my wrist slows me down even more, and I’ll admit it I’ve been slightly depressed. It kind of comes with the territory. I’m not giving up, but to be honest I need a break. I’ll keep some of it up; I’m not crazy enough to stop completely. So you don’t have to hang out and babysit. I spent over a year in the damn chair without anyone’s help, even Bling’s.”
They heard Logan’s sigh, the wistful longing in his voice. “This time it’s not so bad since I do have some sensation in my legs. Even when it’s aches and pain, trust me it’s a hell of a lot better than feeling nothing. In time, some day I might even walk again.”
He and Max shared a look, finally understanding Bling’s real worry that Logan was going to stop fighting and accept his limitations. Alec heard Logan shifting, his voice louder as if he had heard himself and was shaking it off, burying the emotions he had unintentionally shared a moment ago. “So give me a minute to finish getting dressed then I’ll fix some us dinner. And we’ll forget all about this, all right?”
Abruptly Max whipped around and ordered, “No!”
Seconds behind her, Alec turned to see Logan’s shock. Though his eyes immediately looked past Logan’s bugged eyes and mouth hanging open to the grey sweats Logan had been putting on and halted with only one leg in when Max interrupted with her outburst - leaving Logan sitting there exposed.
Either Max didn’t notice or didn’t care as she took a few steps, staring Logan down, her arms crossed in defiance. To anyone else and maybe even to Logan, Max seemed like she was in control, but Alec knew better. Using his senses, Alec could see and feel the smallest nuances of Max’s turbulent emotions that she was trying to hide under the surface of her anger.
Finally, Logan broke the silence with a choked laugh, “Excuse me?” Max heard it as well as he did - an edge of hostility in Logan’s voice, but it quickly diminished when he realized his exposure. Embarrassed, he flushed pink and wobbly leaned sideways to grab the sheet in order to cover himself.
Unconcerned with Logan’s state of undress, Max plowed through. “You heard me, no! We’re not doing it your way. You’re going to follow and do every instruction Bling left and we’re here to make sure you do.”
Feeling more relaxed, Logan chuckled softly. “And what, you’re going to make me? Is that it, Max?”
“Yes, I am. We both are.”
Logan looked at Alec, lifting his brow questioning him if it was true and he was in on Max’s craziness.
It wasn’t that Alec wanted to antagonize Logan, but he had made his decision before he walked into the room. In answer, his lips slid into a practiced smirk and shrugged.
Logan actually jerked back in surprise, blinking, then very seriously proclaimed, “You’re fired!”
Max didn’t miss a beat and shrugged. “You can’t fire us when we don’t work for you. The point is, we’re here because we care. The facts are: it was your decision, your actions that put you in this predicament. You’re not like us, so until Bling gets back we’re going to make the decisions for you.”
In obvious shock, Logan objected. “You can’t do that.”
Firmly, like the discussion was over, Max stated, “Can and will.”
“Well, I don’t give a shit. You’re right; I’m not like you or one of your Manticore cocktailed soldiers to blindly follow orders.”
Max ignored Logan’s protest and turned her attention to him. “Alec, help him dress and get him in his chair. I’ll go and make dinner.” With that Max turned to leave.
Logan balked, “Max.”
“Logan it’s not up for discussion. You will follow orders and if you don’t… let me assure you, you won’t like the consequences – if I have to I will spank your ass in order to get your cooperation. And you can trust me on this, you’ll be feeling it.”
Still staring at the space Max had vacated; it had been a good minute after she left before Logan spoke. “She’s not serious, is she?”
Alec just looked at him, silently asking him, what do you think? Alec could see Logan was gearing up to fight, something he knew Logan would do, but Alec could see Logan wasn’t quite ready to go down that road just yet and he’d bet Max wasn’t either. Logan might not realize it, but Alec did – ultimately when it came to Logan, Max was all bark. Push her hard enough she’d back down. Instead he asked Logan, “Do you really want to test her?”
It did the trick as Logan wasn’t ready to confront her and push the issue either.
“So what is this, Alec? Max on some kind of guilt trip?”
“Beats me.”
“But you’re more than happy to follow her orders?”
“Really don’t see the problem. It’s not like it isn’t going to help you out or that she set the routine for your physical therapy. We’re just going to help you stay on schedule.”
“You don’t see the problem? Well that’s just great.”
Grabbing the sheet Alec pulled it away. “Come on, it won’t be so bad and if we hurry we can watch Max cook. Have you ever seen her cook?”
Logan looked at him as if he had grown two heads and only came out of the daze, when he realized where Alec’s hands were; on his leg putting his foot through his sweat pant leg.
They both looked down. Alec’s eyes went straight to the vee of Logan’s legs to see his flaccid penis nestled between his legs outlined in dark pubic hair. It was brief, but Alec definitely detected a shudder of interest just before Logan pushed him away. Ignoring the limitations of his left hand that lay in a cast, Logan used both hands to grab and hastily pull up the sweats.
Sternly Logan gasped out and glared heatedly. “Damn it, Alec, I’m more than capable of getting dressed by myself.”
Alec held Logan’s gaze until Logan flushed and looked away. Briskly demanding, “Fine, you want to help then go get my chair.”
Alec did as requested, deciding it was at least a step in the right direction. Behind him he heard Logan struggle to finish getting dressed. He knew Logan would have to let go of the shorts in order to brace and lift his body one-handed while the other pulled the shorts into place. It wouldn’t be so bad if Logan hadn’t broken a wrist. Logan was right. Prior to the latest injury and setback Logan had spent nearly a year and half using a wheelchair to get around. But that was over a year ago. Back then, between using the exoskeleton and receiving regular transgentic blood transfusions for all intents and purposes Logan was physically mobile. Although he still had limitations, within a few months Logan had got to a point he was able to walk on his own for a few hours.
That was up until three months ago when Logan was caught in a crossfire between sector police and White’s men. Joshua was able to get him to safety, but it was too late. Logan was hit; a bullet triggering his paralysis. After two surgeries, daily transgenic transfusions that were tapered off to weekly, Logan was still dependent on his wheelchair. The one big difference this time, was that Logan could feel his legs at least 70% perfect of the time. Unfortunately, he just didn’t have any mobility. Although Carr’s tests results proved that the transfusions were helping Logan was healing, but it was a slow process.
Ironically, a week prior to the accident, Max had discovered the virus was no longer active. Apparently unknown to Logan, she had accidentally touched him. Typical of Max, she kept it to herself and consulted with Sam to run some tests to make sure. Sam had just confirmed her suspicions when Joshua called Max from Logan’s cell.
At the time Alec had no idea, but he finally got it out of her while they were waiting for news during Logan’s second surgery. Max paced like a caged tigress, angry and eager to strike out – physically and verbally. Alec waited until Max wound down. Then he held her, offering his support. Pained, Max trembled in his arms and told him about the virus, the true irony of the situation. Alec didn’t know what to say and just held her tighter. Together they waited until Logan was out of surgery. Neither of them ever talked about it, but afterwards they were closer; drawing strength from each other.
Remembering that night and Max’s emotional outburst, Alec clenched the wheelchair’s handles tighter.
Feeling anxious, Alec waited for Logan to finish dressing then wheeled the chair closer. He didn’t wait for Logan’s okay; instead he easily picked Logan up and deposited him in the chair. He was quick and efficient. It resulted in Logan’s mouth hanging open in exasperated disbelief before he snapped it shut.
Wheeling Logan into the living room area, they could see Max was just finishing up setting the table, telling them she kept it simple and made spaghetti. “Go ahead and sit down.” Realizing what she said, Max jerkily looked up, her eyes riveted to Logan before she nervously turned away. Trying to cover the slip, Max casually asked, “I have garlic bread in the oven, it’ll be ready in about five minutes. I’ll go get some glasses and soda?” and didn’t wait for an answer, as she left and made herself busy in the kitchen.
Tersely, Logan spoke up loud enough for Max to hear, “I’m not hungry.”
Alec rolled his eyes and pushed Logan closer to the table, locking his wheels in place.
“Damn it Alec, I just said I’m not hungry.”
Max returned holding three glasses close to her body with one hand and in the other a bottle of soda before she put them down on the table; her voice brisk as she replied. “That’s not what I asked, and you’ll eat. You need to keep up your strength.”
Logan moved his hand to the lever that locked his wheels, one then the other, and unlocked them. His hands settled comfortably on the wheels, as if he was going to make a hasty exit despite the cast on his wrist. “This isn’t going to work. I think you need to leave.”
“That’s not an option.”
“Max, I don’t know what’s going through your head, but you’re not responsible for my care. Like I said, I’m not hungry and I want you to leave. Now!” Turning Alec’s way, Logan leveled a heated glare at him then added, “Both of you.”
“No! I already told you I’m giving the orders and you’re going to follow Bling’s schedule. Right now that’s having dinner, afterward you can shower.”
Logan sighed heavily, shaking his head. It was obvious Logan was working through the pain he was causing himself by putting pressure on his wrist when he started to wheel backwards. “No! I’m not, and you’re not going to force me to do anything Max.”
Max moved to block Logan from going any further. “Yes you are; I have my orders.”
Logan burst out laughing, “Orders? I think you’re confused Max, Bling works for me.”
They openly stared at each other, a proverbial standoff where neither moved. The tension increased; Alec held his breath waiting for an implosion.
He didn’t have long to wait and swallowed as Max delivered an ultimatum her voice cold. “Return to the table or you’ll be feeling my hand.” To make her point crystal clear she reached into her back pocket and pulled out a pair of long gloves and started to put them on.
Alec couldn’t see Logan’s eyes, but he saw a red flush creep up Logan’s neck.
“You wouldn’t?”
“Right now, I’m thinking Bling’s right. You do need the extra incentive.” Stepping aside, Max motioned toward the table indicating she wanted Logan to move back to the table. “Unless you change your mind…”
Logan’s voice was gruff and curt, as if he were straining against pent-up emotions. “Enough is enough; I’m serious, Max, it’s time for you to go home.”
Max held Logan’s gaze then looked around the room before she pulled out a chair. “Alec, please pick up Logan and deposit him over your lap – ass up.”
Indignant, Logan choked out, “Max you wouldn’t… you can’t…” Logan’s anger quickly turned toward Alec as he moved to carry out Max’s order.
Alec got it; it was a strategic move, something Manticore would do: to swiftly dominate and establish regulations. Though it was in Logan’s best interest, Alec was slightly surprised Max was going to follow through on the threat. However after he watched her put on the gloves; it proved to him that she wasn’t bluffing. He could either stand with her for Logan’s own good or watch her fall apart because Alec was certain without him Logan would get his way – and he didn’t want to leave. That alone should have convinced him, but the truth was he had less than honorable motives driving him – a desire to have Logan’s body over his lap.
Gently, Alec lifted Logan. He was defenseless against Alec’s strength, still Logan tried to hit him and push him away. Once Logan realized he wasn’t going to relent, Logan scrambled for words and tried to negotiate only to have it fall on deaf ears.
Sitting down Alec carefully draped Logan’s body over his lap using a second chair to let Logan rest his upper body.
Bracing himself up, Logan twisted, using his upper body strength; he tried to roll his body off of Alec’s lap. At the same time, he continued to voice his objections, trying to talk Max out of her intentions. “Max this has gone far enough. You have to stop…”
Logan barely finished his sentence when Max delivered a loud hard slap to Logan’s ass, and simply stated. “No.”
“Let’s see if ten will help you be more cooperative.” Without warning, Logan felt another heated sting produced by Max’s hand.
Stronger than he expected, Alec had to forcibly brace Logan’s upper body to keep him from getting hurt as he twisted about, cursing his outrage. Alec suspected Logan felt the sting of each slap even though his legs didn’t move or react.
Max rapidly repeated the action a third and fourth time, “Now it’s fifteen, or do you want to make it twenty?”
Logan finally understood Max wasn’t going to yield. Reluctantly he accepted the punishment and finally stilled, biting back any further vocal protests.
From under hooded lashes Alec could see the pain etched on Max’s face. She was doing exactly what she said, following Bling’s orders in an effort to help Logan. She was determined he stay on schedule. If there was a chance he could walk on his own again between the transfusions and his physical therapy, she was going to make sure it happened.
Alec couldn’t say he disagreed, but at the moment he found it difficult to concentrate, not while he had Logan over his lap. It wasn’t because of the warmth he felt pouring off of Logan’s body, or the rhythmic beat of Max’s hand. But rather when he felt the added pressure of Max’s slap force Logan’s ass down, Alec felt the distinct presence of Logan’s hardening cock.
His eyes were riveted to his lap; watching Max repeatedly spank Logan’s ass. Although Logan was wearing sweats, Alec could easily imagine a bright colorful hue spreading across Logan’s ass. He wanted Max to stop, but only long enough to pull Logan’s pants down and see for himself; to soothingly rub over each rising handprint – then add his own handprint to what he was sure would be a colorful display.
Alec swallowed hard realizing he was as hard as Logan was when Max called out, “Fifteen” abruptly shattering the fantasy he had been building, forcing Alec back to reality.
Alec looked up to see Max with a dazed expression as she stared intently at and repeatedly rubbed her hand, he could only wonder why. The gesture seemed odd; they were X5s, spanking anyone’s ass wouldn’t hurt. Alec shifted to look Max in the face. He had expected to see something reminiscent to what he had seen earlier, pain etched across her face. Instead what he saw surprised him – pleasure. As quickly as the word sprung to his mind, Max caught his gaze and grimaced, flushing with guilt. Abruptly she turned away and spouted off an excuse about the bread as she rushed into the kitchen, yelling she’d be back with dinner.
He didn’t have time to analyze Max’s behavior, suddenly too aware of Logan’s pulsing hard cock under him. Not thinking of the consequences Alec maneuvered Logan’s body just enough to get his hand between their bodies, only to wiggle his hand inside of Logan’s sweats until he had a firm grasp around Logan’s cock.
Only Logan’s sharp intake of breath had alerted Alec that Logan was well aware of what he was doing. Alec waited a moment to see if he’d protest and when Logan didn’t, Alec tightened his grip over the hard column, his thumb sweeping over the head. Logan was wet, leaking just enough pre-come to slick Alec’s palm and ease the way to slide his hand. Alec felt Logan’s abs pulse and tense against his arm, and realized Logan was going to come. Alec circled his thumb and forefinger around the head of Logan’s cock and briefly squeezed for a moment, feeling the cock pulse before he let go and cupped the head to catch Logan’s ejaculation.
Alec didn’t have to wait as Logan spurted once then twice. Once Logan stopped, Alec pulled his hand free and quickly licked at the evidence on his palm and over his fingers until they were clean. He hadn’t even realized he had closed his eyes until he felt Logan’s chest twist in his lap. Alec opened his eyes only to be confronted with wild, bewildered eyes staring up at him.
Logan’s mouth hung open as Alec continued to lick his fingers.
Finally, Logan broke the silence and choked out Max’s name. Then Alec realized Max was making a lot of noise. He took one last swipe of his hand then set Logan upright in order to pick him up and put him back in his chair. He had just finished when Max came back into the room holding two bowls.
She looked at the two of them. “Problem?”
Alec just shrugged nonchalantly and moved to pour himself some soda. It was Logan who piped up. “I … I need to go the bathroom and wash my hands. Is that all right?”
Silently Max nodded, a frown marring her face as she watched Logan start to wheel away before she threw daggers at Alec.
Setting his glass down, Alec moved and brushed Logan’s hands away from the wheels. “I got you.”
Satisfied, Max set the bowls down and left to go get the bread out of the oven.
Next~
part 1
“Hey…” Alec blurted out in protest against the blow Max delivered when he reached out to push the doorbell for the third time.
Irritated, Max demanded, “Well, then knock it off. He’s home alright.” Nervously her eyes flitted sideways and added. “It’s probably just taking him a little longer to get to the door.” Alec noticed by the time she finished the sentence her voice was trailing off. Whether she realized it or not she was silently drawing attention to the subject she had worked hard to avoid at all costs - that Logan was back to using his wheelchair full-time.
Alec rolled his eyes, showcasing his own irritation at Max’s reaction. He didn’t get it, treating the fact that Logan was back in a wheelchair like it was something taboo. “Yeah well, last time I checked wheeling to the door was a hell of a lot faster...” He didn’t get to finish when Max smacked him again this time harder.
His annoyance sat at the edge of anger. “Knock it off. That’s the last hit I’ll let slide. I was only stating the obvious.”
Max’s lips curled in disgust. “If I had wanted a commentary I would have asked.”
“Right. Well you’re acting like it’s a death sentence. He’s not a cripple you know.”
“That’s offensive.”
Pissed Alec snorted, his irritation boiling over. “What?”
“That word.”
“Pft you treating him like one, is what’s offensive.”
“Shut up! You weren’t there. You didn’t see how bad he was, how vulnerable....”
“Don’t give me that shit; you weren’t there either, either time.”
Max glared, telling him that was the point, she wasn’t there to prevent it. However her anger quickly gave way to the guilt and pain she was harboring. Alec closed his eyes, his anger dissipating. “Max, you’re looking at it all wrong. Yeah, you weren’t there but it wasn’t your job to be there. If you were, Manticore would have killed him and dragged your ass back. He may be human, weaker because of that, but Logan’s a big boy, he makes his own decisions. Besides you did help by giving him transfusions – both times. The transfusions repaired a lot of the damage.”
“It wasn’t enough.”
“You’ve got to remember what Sam said, he’s not fully paralyzed. The nerve damage is mending itself. It’s just his muscles, in time he might regain full function...”
Abruptly the door swung open with Bling standing there. “Sorry for the delay, we just finished a workout. Come on in. I’m really glad you guys can do this. He trusts you. I’m sure if we had to go through an agency they wouldn’t last a day.” Bling moved aside to let them in.
Inside the apartment, Max answered, “It’s not a problem, we’re happy to help.”
Alec shared a startled glance with Max as their hyper-senses picked up disquieting sounds of sniveling whimpers coming from the another room; both realized it was Logan. Apprehensively, Max asked, “How is he?”
“There’s no denying it’s been hard especially since he broke his wrist.” Bling shrugged as he gave them a rundown on Logan’s condition.
“He has his good and bad days. Physically he’s doing better. Although to him it’s not fast enough, so psychologically it’s getting harder. He gets in these funks and if the depression lingers, I’m afraid of where it’ll lead.” Bling paused, his eyes shifting over to the workout room then back at them, stating confidently, “In my opinion, what he needs is to be pushed harder. While I’m gone, do whatever you can to keep him on schedule and boost his morale. Even if that means pulling out any tricks you have, including spanking his royal ass. He needs it; use anything and do whatever you can.”
Bling looked between them, his voice steady and brimming with confidence. “Bottom-line it’s the end result that count.” Then he blinked. “It’s going to be a long road ahead. The good news is he’s stubborn; he just needs to stay pointed in the right direction. I believe he can get there but it’ll be a smoother, faster transition if he’s focused and keeps to the routine.” Bling passed Alec a thick folder along with a chart listing Logan’s daily schedule. “His schedule and entire regimen, diet… it’s all laid out in there.”
Alec only glanced at it as he started to comprehend exactly how involved they were going to be while Bling was away.
“Again, I appreciate you filling in for the month. Like I said, everything’s listed in there - make sure he does them. It’s Dr. Carr’s orders so don’t let him convince you otherwise. At the moment he’s pretty exhausted from the workout we just had.” Bling rubbed his hands then laced his fingers and arched them to crack his knuckles while looking at Logan’s bedroom door. “Maybe you should give him a little time before you go back there.”
Abruptly Bling shook his hands and gathered his things to stand by the door. “Remember, do whatever it takes. Sam, Dr. Carr’s number is on the counter by his meds. Call if there’s an emergency, otherwise I’ll see you next month.”
With that Bling was gone.
Max took the folder and sat down. Alec followed her example and started reading the pages attached to the chart. Shaking his head, he muttered, “Damn.”
Max didn’t say anything, just passed him the pages that she had finished reading about the extent of Logan’s injuries and his care.
As Alec continued reading he was starting to have doubts. “You sure we can do this?”
Next to him Max’s entire body tightened before she turned and exhaled in exasperation, her eyes narrowing. “Trying to get out of it already?”
“Fuck Max, calm down. That’s not what I was saying.”
“Then what are you saying?”
“I’m saying exactly what you’re thinking - that this is a hell of a lot more involved than either of us thought it’d be when we volunteered. It’s not a matter of whether or not we can do it – obviously we can. But this isn’t anyone, it’s Logan.”
“Exactly! I’m not going anywhere. If you want to bail then fine, go. I won’t stop you.”
Alec didn’t back down and held her gaze, then not so subtly sniffed. “Huh, was hoping the bitchy attitude meant you were on the rag.”
Max’s face scrunched up, appalled by what he said and hit him – again.
Alec huffed and only shrugged, “I see that’s your answer to everything.”
“You deserved it; that was disgusting.”
Alec smirked, “Didn’t think you knew the colloquialism.” He put the chart down, stood before her and asked, “Ready?”
Suddenly Max’s anger deflated and she joined him.
Though she was standing Alec could clearly see Max wasn’t ready. She’d do what was necessary, he had no doubt, but she wasn’t ready to face Logan. He reached out until his fingers found hers, twining them together until he had a firm clasp and squeezed her hand in comfort. Before tugging her forward until she was following and they made their way to Logan.
At the door, Alec dropped her hand as they stood there facing the closed door of the workout room.
Through the door they could clearly hear Logan fidgeting then a whimpered gasp escaped.
Alec cleared his throat, “Logan?” followed by a louder knock to allow Logan to know he was there. A few seconds later he heard Logan’s “Alec...” and opened the door in time to see Logan struggling to stay covered. With one hand he pushed his legs off a long table, using the momentum as leverage to sit up. Quietly they both watched as Logan winced in pain and did what he could to adjust his body to how he was sitting.
One hand gripped the table while Logan’s other hand fiddled with the sheet; a task that was made more difficult since his palm and wrist were bandaged, leaving only the top half of his fingers to grip and hold the sheet in place. Logan smiled in greeting as if they hadn’t been standing there watching him. “Oh hey guys.” Logan anxiously looked behind them, asking apprehensively, “Thought I heard the door. Did Bling leave?”
Involuntarily, Alec eyes shifted to where the sheet slid to expose Logan’s skin, a tinge of pink. Alec swallowed, remembering what Bling had said ‘spanking his royal ass. He needs it.’, before he answered, “Yeah.”
Logan exhaled in relief. “Thank God! I need a break away from his torturous large hands.”
Max and Alec turned to one another; Alec could see Max had seen the same thing he did and recalled what Bling had said before they turned back to face Logan. Apparently their expressions gave them away as Logan’s smile faltered and he released an exasperated sigh. “Don’t tell me, Bling left you instructions?”
Neither of them answered because it was obvious to everyone Logan already knew the answer.
Irritated Logan snickered, “Bastard.” He pointed to the counter behind Alec. “Ah, Alec would you mind handing me that pile of clothes over there and my glasses?”
Alec turned to grab the items and held them out to Logan.
Logan said, “Thanks.” Taking the pile, Logan put his glasses on first then smiled down at the pile on his lap.
Alec nodded and returned to where he had been standing beside Max.
Logan looked at him then at Max in particular, “Mind?” fisting the sheet, silently stating the obvious that he was naked underneath it. It took Max a second to understand Logan’s request before she turned around. Once she did Logan let go of the sheet and started to put on his shirt. Alec was riveted to where the sheet was sliding, revealing more skin. Suddenly Max smacked him.
Annoyed, this time more for her timing, but Alec shrugged it off and turned around. Yet she smacked him again, his lips thinned, pissed, and he was about to tell her so when he caught her mouthing something. “Go and help him.”
His mouth dropped to an ‘oh’ as he got it. He started to turn around but stopped when Logan spoke, “Listen guys, I appreciate that you want to help, but the truth is Bling’s been worried for nothing. It’s not that I haven’t gone through this before. I know the routine.”
When neither of them said anything, Logan continued. “Yeah okay, so my wrist slows me down even more, and I’ll admit it I’ve been slightly depressed. It kind of comes with the territory. I’m not giving up, but to be honest I need a break. I’ll keep some of it up; I’m not crazy enough to stop completely. So you don’t have to hang out and babysit. I spent over a year in the damn chair without anyone’s help, even Bling’s.”
They heard Logan’s sigh, the wistful longing in his voice. “This time it’s not so bad since I do have some sensation in my legs. Even when it’s aches and pain, trust me it’s a hell of a lot better than feeling nothing. In time, some day I might even walk again.”
He and Max shared a look, finally understanding Bling’s real worry that Logan was going to stop fighting and accept his limitations. Alec heard Logan shifting, his voice louder as if he had heard himself and was shaking it off, burying the emotions he had unintentionally shared a moment ago. “So give me a minute to finish getting dressed then I’ll fix some us dinner. And we’ll forget all about this, all right?”
Abruptly Max whipped around and ordered, “No!”
Seconds behind her, Alec turned to see Logan’s shock. Though his eyes immediately looked past Logan’s bugged eyes and mouth hanging open to the grey sweats Logan had been putting on and halted with only one leg in when Max interrupted with her outburst - leaving Logan sitting there exposed.
Either Max didn’t notice or didn’t care as she took a few steps, staring Logan down, her arms crossed in defiance. To anyone else and maybe even to Logan, Max seemed like she was in control, but Alec knew better. Using his senses, Alec could see and feel the smallest nuances of Max’s turbulent emotions that she was trying to hide under the surface of her anger.
Finally, Logan broke the silence with a choked laugh, “Excuse me?” Max heard it as well as he did - an edge of hostility in Logan’s voice, but it quickly diminished when he realized his exposure. Embarrassed, he flushed pink and wobbly leaned sideways to grab the sheet in order to cover himself.
Unconcerned with Logan’s state of undress, Max plowed through. “You heard me, no! We’re not doing it your way. You’re going to follow and do every instruction Bling left and we’re here to make sure you do.”
Feeling more relaxed, Logan chuckled softly. “And what, you’re going to make me? Is that it, Max?”
“Yes, I am. We both are.”
Logan looked at Alec, lifting his brow questioning him if it was true and he was in on Max’s craziness.
It wasn’t that Alec wanted to antagonize Logan, but he had made his decision before he walked into the room. In answer, his lips slid into a practiced smirk and shrugged.
Logan actually jerked back in surprise, blinking, then very seriously proclaimed, “You’re fired!”
Max didn’t miss a beat and shrugged. “You can’t fire us when we don’t work for you. The point is, we’re here because we care. The facts are: it was your decision, your actions that put you in this predicament. You’re not like us, so until Bling gets back we’re going to make the decisions for you.”
In obvious shock, Logan objected. “You can’t do that.”
Firmly, like the discussion was over, Max stated, “Can and will.”
“Well, I don’t give a shit. You’re right; I’m not like you or one of your Manticore cocktailed soldiers to blindly follow orders.”
Max ignored Logan’s protest and turned her attention to him. “Alec, help him dress and get him in his chair. I’ll go and make dinner.” With that Max turned to leave.
Logan balked, “Max.”
“Logan it’s not up for discussion. You will follow orders and if you don’t… let me assure you, you won’t like the consequences – if I have to I will spank your ass in order to get your cooperation. And you can trust me on this, you’ll be feeling it.”
Still staring at the space Max had vacated; it had been a good minute after she left before Logan spoke. “She’s not serious, is she?”
Alec just looked at him, silently asking him, what do you think? Alec could see Logan was gearing up to fight, something he knew Logan would do, but Alec could see Logan wasn’t quite ready to go down that road just yet and he’d bet Max wasn’t either. Logan might not realize it, but Alec did – ultimately when it came to Logan, Max was all bark. Push her hard enough she’d back down. Instead he asked Logan, “Do you really want to test her?”
It did the trick as Logan wasn’t ready to confront her and push the issue either.
“So what is this, Alec? Max on some kind of guilt trip?”
“Beats me.”
“But you’re more than happy to follow her orders?”
“Really don’t see the problem. It’s not like it isn’t going to help you out or that she set the routine for your physical therapy. We’re just going to help you stay on schedule.”
“You don’t see the problem? Well that’s just great.”
Grabbing the sheet Alec pulled it away. “Come on, it won’t be so bad and if we hurry we can watch Max cook. Have you ever seen her cook?”
Logan looked at him as if he had grown two heads and only came out of the daze, when he realized where Alec’s hands were; on his leg putting his foot through his sweat pant leg.
They both looked down. Alec’s eyes went straight to the vee of Logan’s legs to see his flaccid penis nestled between his legs outlined in dark pubic hair. It was brief, but Alec definitely detected a shudder of interest just before Logan pushed him away. Ignoring the limitations of his left hand that lay in a cast, Logan used both hands to grab and hastily pull up the sweats.
Sternly Logan gasped out and glared heatedly. “Damn it, Alec, I’m more than capable of getting dressed by myself.”
Alec held Logan’s gaze until Logan flushed and looked away. Briskly demanding, “Fine, you want to help then go get my chair.”
Alec did as requested, deciding it was at least a step in the right direction. Behind him he heard Logan struggle to finish getting dressed. He knew Logan would have to let go of the shorts in order to brace and lift his body one-handed while the other pulled the shorts into place. It wouldn’t be so bad if Logan hadn’t broken a wrist. Logan was right. Prior to the latest injury and setback Logan had spent nearly a year and half using a wheelchair to get around. But that was over a year ago. Back then, between using the exoskeleton and receiving regular transgentic blood transfusions for all intents and purposes Logan was physically mobile. Although he still had limitations, within a few months Logan had got to a point he was able to walk on his own for a few hours.
That was up until three months ago when Logan was caught in a crossfire between sector police and White’s men. Joshua was able to get him to safety, but it was too late. Logan was hit; a bullet triggering his paralysis. After two surgeries, daily transgenic transfusions that were tapered off to weekly, Logan was still dependent on his wheelchair. The one big difference this time, was that Logan could feel his legs at least 70% perfect of the time. Unfortunately, he just didn’t have any mobility. Although Carr’s tests results proved that the transfusions were helping Logan was healing, but it was a slow process.
Ironically, a week prior to the accident, Max had discovered the virus was no longer active. Apparently unknown to Logan, she had accidentally touched him. Typical of Max, she kept it to herself and consulted with Sam to run some tests to make sure. Sam had just confirmed her suspicions when Joshua called Max from Logan’s cell.
At the time Alec had no idea, but he finally got it out of her while they were waiting for news during Logan’s second surgery. Max paced like a caged tigress, angry and eager to strike out – physically and verbally. Alec waited until Max wound down. Then he held her, offering his support. Pained, Max trembled in his arms and told him about the virus, the true irony of the situation. Alec didn’t know what to say and just held her tighter. Together they waited until Logan was out of surgery. Neither of them ever talked about it, but afterwards they were closer; drawing strength from each other.
Remembering that night and Max’s emotional outburst, Alec clenched the wheelchair’s handles tighter.
Feeling anxious, Alec waited for Logan to finish dressing then wheeled the chair closer. He didn’t wait for Logan’s okay; instead he easily picked Logan up and deposited him in the chair. He was quick and efficient. It resulted in Logan’s mouth hanging open in exasperated disbelief before he snapped it shut.
Wheeling Logan into the living room area, they could see Max was just finishing up setting the table, telling them she kept it simple and made spaghetti. “Go ahead and sit down.” Realizing what she said, Max jerkily looked up, her eyes riveted to Logan before she nervously turned away. Trying to cover the slip, Max casually asked, “I have garlic bread in the oven, it’ll be ready in about five minutes. I’ll go get some glasses and soda?” and didn’t wait for an answer, as she left and made herself busy in the kitchen.
Tersely, Logan spoke up loud enough for Max to hear, “I’m not hungry.”
Alec rolled his eyes and pushed Logan closer to the table, locking his wheels in place.
“Damn it Alec, I just said I’m not hungry.”
Max returned holding three glasses close to her body with one hand and in the other a bottle of soda before she put them down on the table; her voice brisk as she replied. “That’s not what I asked, and you’ll eat. You need to keep up your strength.”
Logan moved his hand to the lever that locked his wheels, one then the other, and unlocked them. His hands settled comfortably on the wheels, as if he was going to make a hasty exit despite the cast on his wrist. “This isn’t going to work. I think you need to leave.”
“That’s not an option.”
“Max, I don’t know what’s going through your head, but you’re not responsible for my care. Like I said, I’m not hungry and I want you to leave. Now!” Turning Alec’s way, Logan leveled a heated glare at him then added, “Both of you.”
“No! I already told you I’m giving the orders and you’re going to follow Bling’s schedule. Right now that’s having dinner, afterward you can shower.”
Logan sighed heavily, shaking his head. It was obvious Logan was working through the pain he was causing himself by putting pressure on his wrist when he started to wheel backwards. “No! I’m not, and you’re not going to force me to do anything Max.”
Max moved to block Logan from going any further. “Yes you are; I have my orders.”
Logan burst out laughing, “Orders? I think you’re confused Max, Bling works for me.”
They openly stared at each other, a proverbial standoff where neither moved. The tension increased; Alec held his breath waiting for an implosion.
He didn’t have long to wait and swallowed as Max delivered an ultimatum her voice cold. “Return to the table or you’ll be feeling my hand.” To make her point crystal clear she reached into her back pocket and pulled out a pair of long gloves and started to put them on.
Alec couldn’t see Logan’s eyes, but he saw a red flush creep up Logan’s neck.
“You wouldn’t?”
“Right now, I’m thinking Bling’s right. You do need the extra incentive.” Stepping aside, Max motioned toward the table indicating she wanted Logan to move back to the table. “Unless you change your mind…”
Logan’s voice was gruff and curt, as if he were straining against pent-up emotions. “Enough is enough; I’m serious, Max, it’s time for you to go home.”
Max held Logan’s gaze then looked around the room before she pulled out a chair. “Alec, please pick up Logan and deposit him over your lap – ass up.”
Indignant, Logan choked out, “Max you wouldn’t… you can’t…” Logan’s anger quickly turned toward Alec as he moved to carry out Max’s order.
Alec got it; it was a strategic move, something Manticore would do: to swiftly dominate and establish regulations. Though it was in Logan’s best interest, Alec was slightly surprised Max was going to follow through on the threat. However after he watched her put on the gloves; it proved to him that she wasn’t bluffing. He could either stand with her for Logan’s own good or watch her fall apart because Alec was certain without him Logan would get his way – and he didn’t want to leave. That alone should have convinced him, but the truth was he had less than honorable motives driving him – a desire to have Logan’s body over his lap.
Gently, Alec lifted Logan. He was defenseless against Alec’s strength, still Logan tried to hit him and push him away. Once Logan realized he wasn’t going to relent, Logan scrambled for words and tried to negotiate only to have it fall on deaf ears.
Sitting down Alec carefully draped Logan’s body over his lap using a second chair to let Logan rest his upper body.
Bracing himself up, Logan twisted, using his upper body strength; he tried to roll his body off of Alec’s lap. At the same time, he continued to voice his objections, trying to talk Max out of her intentions. “Max this has gone far enough. You have to stop…”
Logan barely finished his sentence when Max delivered a loud hard slap to Logan’s ass, and simply stated. “No.”
“Let’s see if ten will help you be more cooperative.” Without warning, Logan felt another heated sting produced by Max’s hand.
Stronger than he expected, Alec had to forcibly brace Logan’s upper body to keep him from getting hurt as he twisted about, cursing his outrage. Alec suspected Logan felt the sting of each slap even though his legs didn’t move or react.
Max rapidly repeated the action a third and fourth time, “Now it’s fifteen, or do you want to make it twenty?”
Logan finally understood Max wasn’t going to yield. Reluctantly he accepted the punishment and finally stilled, biting back any further vocal protests.
From under hooded lashes Alec could see the pain etched on Max’s face. She was doing exactly what she said, following Bling’s orders in an effort to help Logan. She was determined he stay on schedule. If there was a chance he could walk on his own again between the transfusions and his physical therapy, she was going to make sure it happened.
Alec couldn’t say he disagreed, but at the moment he found it difficult to concentrate, not while he had Logan over his lap. It wasn’t because of the warmth he felt pouring off of Logan’s body, or the rhythmic beat of Max’s hand. But rather when he felt the added pressure of Max’s slap force Logan’s ass down, Alec felt the distinct presence of Logan’s hardening cock.
His eyes were riveted to his lap; watching Max repeatedly spank Logan’s ass. Although Logan was wearing sweats, Alec could easily imagine a bright colorful hue spreading across Logan’s ass. He wanted Max to stop, but only long enough to pull Logan’s pants down and see for himself; to soothingly rub over each rising handprint – then add his own handprint to what he was sure would be a colorful display.
Alec swallowed hard realizing he was as hard as Logan was when Max called out, “Fifteen” abruptly shattering the fantasy he had been building, forcing Alec back to reality.
Alec looked up to see Max with a dazed expression as she stared intently at and repeatedly rubbed her hand, he could only wonder why. The gesture seemed odd; they were X5s, spanking anyone’s ass wouldn’t hurt. Alec shifted to look Max in the face. He had expected to see something reminiscent to what he had seen earlier, pain etched across her face. Instead what he saw surprised him – pleasure. As quickly as the word sprung to his mind, Max caught his gaze and grimaced, flushing with guilt. Abruptly she turned away and spouted off an excuse about the bread as she rushed into the kitchen, yelling she’d be back with dinner.
He didn’t have time to analyze Max’s behavior, suddenly too aware of Logan’s pulsing hard cock under him. Not thinking of the consequences Alec maneuvered Logan’s body just enough to get his hand between their bodies, only to wiggle his hand inside of Logan’s sweats until he had a firm grasp around Logan’s cock.
Only Logan’s sharp intake of breath had alerted Alec that Logan was well aware of what he was doing. Alec waited a moment to see if he’d protest and when Logan didn’t, Alec tightened his grip over the hard column, his thumb sweeping over the head. Logan was wet, leaking just enough pre-come to slick Alec’s palm and ease the way to slide his hand. Alec felt Logan’s abs pulse and tense against his arm, and realized Logan was going to come. Alec circled his thumb and forefinger around the head of Logan’s cock and briefly squeezed for a moment, feeling the cock pulse before he let go and cupped the head to catch Logan’s ejaculation.
Alec didn’t have to wait as Logan spurted once then twice. Once Logan stopped, Alec pulled his hand free and quickly licked at the evidence on his palm and over his fingers until they were clean. He hadn’t even realized he had closed his eyes until he felt Logan’s chest twist in his lap. Alec opened his eyes only to be confronted with wild, bewildered eyes staring up at him.
Logan’s mouth hung open as Alec continued to lick his fingers.
Finally, Logan broke the silence and choked out Max’s name. Then Alec realized Max was making a lot of noise. He took one last swipe of his hand then set Logan upright in order to pick him up and put him back in his chair. He had just finished when Max came back into the room holding two bowls.
She looked at the two of them. “Problem?”
Alec just shrugged nonchalantly and moved to pour himself some soda. It was Logan who piped up. “I … I need to go the bathroom and wash my hands. Is that all right?”
Silently Max nodded, a frown marring her face as she watched Logan start to wheel away before she threw daggers at Alec.
Setting his glass down, Alec moved and brushed Logan’s hands away from the wheels. “I got you.”
Satisfied, Max set the bowls down and left to go get the bread out of the oven.
Next~