SUMMARY: Who said you could only love one person?
PAIRING: L/J/S, S/W and X/M mentioned
RATING: I don�t care if you�re a 14-year-old Catholic nun, if you want to
read it, read it. Do know, however, that it includes three people being in
bed together at the same time, and quite a lot of M/M stuff. It is a love
story though, not just sex. And the ending is a sappy happy one.
NOTE: This is *immensely* inspired by the Powers of Three site in the Angel
universe. The URL for that site is http://www.slashaholics.org/thepowerof3/
(more updated, but often impossible to
DISCLAIMER: The characters aren�t mine, but the owners would never do what I
do with them (unfortunately)
DEDICATION: Morgan, Magdelline and Crys, who betaread it. Consider this the
revised version -- between the three of them, they made me change *heaps*!
Jean shook her head at Logan�s suggestions, but she didn�t seem displeased
with his freshness. After all these months it had become a habit to listen
�You know I love Scott,� she said, smiling.
Her fianc� had attempted to not listen to the conversation that had started
the second he left the table, but at the mention of his name he stopped and
turned to look at the two of them. Logan�s back was turned his way, but Jean
met his gaze, and her eyes glittered a little.
�You always say that,� Logan said, watching the beautiful woman intensely.
�Is that the only reason you�re not rolling in the hay with me this moment?�
�It�s a pretty good reason.�
He leaned forward. �Admit that you want me.�
She returned the gesture in a mocking gravity, and her face was straight
when, with a sudden wickedness, she teased him: �Logan, the only way you�re
getting me, is if you take Scott as well. We�re inseparable.�
Scott almost lost his breath, and even Logan was a little shocked. Then he
Jean�s eyes widened. �I was kidding.�
He noticed Jean�s eyes wandering over his shoulder and turned around to
face Scott. �What you saying, Scooter? Should the two of us get it going
with Jean together?�
The younger man opened his mouth, only to close it again and quickly get
out of the room. Jean stood up from her chair. She felt a little bit guilty.
She *was* attracted to Logan, and she knew that Scott knew it.
�That was pretty unnecessary, wasn�t it?� she asked.
Logan only shrugged, uncomfortable, and Jean hurried outside to talk to
�Come on, Scott, it was just a joke,� she told his angry back.
He swirled around, more upset than she had seen him in a very long time.
�How could you? How *could* you suggest something like that?�
�I was kidding. I�m sure Logan was, too.�
�Uh-huh.� He didn�t stop to listen to more apologies, and Jean sighed a
little. It had been an unsuitable joke, but it wasn�t like Scott to get
morally upset. It had to be that stupid jealousy again. As if she hadn�t
told him time and time again how much she loved him.
When they were going to bed that night, he still hadn�t talked to her, and
when she came from her shower and found his back turned to her she sat down
next to him and put her arms around him in an attempt to make him relax. Not
that he had ever been particularly good at that.
�Don�t be mad at me,� she pleaded. �It was a stupid thing to say, and I�m
He didn�t answer, but his fingers toyed with her hair that fell down over
his neck. That was a whole lot better than before. Slowly, she tried to
exceed the apology. It was so hard; he was still shielding her.
�I know I shouldn�t be teasing Logan like that. I�m a little flirty, but
that�s no excuse. I would never do anything to hurt you, you know that. I
love you so much, I could never live without you.�
His muscles were softer under her hands now, but he didn�t look at her when
he said, very coldly: �Then why do you treat me like a piece of the bargain?
Two for the price of one, how would *you* like that offer?�
She stared at him, and her arms slowly sank down as realization hit her.
�This isn�t really about Logan and me, is it? You�re jealous of me.�
He couldn�t look at her. �I love you, Jean.�
That was the same excuse she had used, and it only confirmed her thought.
�I know. But you�re still jealous of me, because he never talks to you the
way he talks to me, he never touches you the way he touches me.� Tears
filled her eyes and she sat down in his lap, looking into his face. �I had
forgotten... that it wouldn�t be the first time. All I remembered was that
you knew what it was like to love more than one person, that you understood
me. I never thought we�d both fall in love with him.�
He winced a little, but didn�t deny it. She sighed a little as she tried to
comfort him. She kept forgetting how young he was, that he hadn�t been
around as much as she had. Now and then you fell in love with the wrong
person, that was all there was to it. She could stop flirting, he could hide
his hurt, and that would be all there was to it. Only... she wasn�t so sure
Logan *was* the wrong person.
When Scott had fallen asleep she carefully tiptoed out of the room and down
the corridor to Logan�s. Her hand trembled as she knocked on the door, but
she didn�t hesitate.
There were some rusty half-feral thoughts inside, and then Logan came to
the door, staring at her appearance. It struck her that her clothing hardly
�Jean? What is it? Something happened?�
�I want to know something,� she said. �Can I come in?�
He silently let her in and continued to stare at her.
�If I gave you the opportunity to choose between me alone, and that offer I
made you before, what would you choose?�
His chin dropped. �But you said...�
�I know what I said. What would you choose?�
There was a long silence. Logan paced around the room, unwilling to answer.
Finally, Jean couldn�t stand it anymore.
�Forget it,� she mumbled, and turned to leave.
�No, Jeannie, don�t.� He blocked her way, grabbing her arms. �See, thing
is... You�re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. The only thing that
would make me happier than if I could have you... would be if I could have
She just looked at him for a second, and then her face split in a
tear-filled smile. �It�s a crazy world, isn�t it?�
They silently walked in to her and Scott�s bedroom, and she waved to Logan
to stay by the door while she approached the bed. Softly, she removed the
goggles from her sleeping lover and kissed him gently on the eyelids. He
moved around slightly, and when his eyelashes began to flutter she laid a
hand over his eyes.
�Wake up. I have something for you.�
He smiled sleepily at her. �What is it now?�
She looked up at Logan, and he slowly moved towards the bed. He hesitated
when he saw the frown slowly forming on Scott�s face, but proceeded,
remembering that Jean had told him to do whatever he really wanted.
Well, he wanted a whole lot, had done so for months. His mind demanded
hard, lust-filled sex, but the sight of that kid half-naked and vulnerable
in bed woke his protective instinct. He sat down beside Jean, who took away
her hand and moved aside. Then he leaned down over Scott�s face, cradling
that divine head in his rough hands as he bent down to kiss him.
There was great surprise running through Scott�s body, followed by a scent
of lust that made Logan dizzy. That Jean had picked this as the perfect time
to find out how sensitive his left ear was, didn�t really help.
This was crazy. Before he knew it, Cyke would pull out of his grip, and
then he would be lucky if he didn�t get a stare from the kid. That thought
excited him more than it put him off. Part of him didn�t care if he died
right now, he wanted that face more than anything. That naked face. He had
never thought of a face as clothed or naked before, but Scott�s skin without
eyewear was just as arousing as his chest right below without a shirt. Logan
let his hand move over that chest, certain that he�d be shoved off any
But the thing was, Scott was kissing back. That stunned him a little, and
he tried to draw back, but found himself pulled back by his hair. It hurt a
little, but the eagerness in the touch warmed him.
Finally, their mouths separated, and Scott reached out a hand for Jean. He
looked confused, trying to figure out what was going on here, how everything
could have turned out so right so soon.
�Jean?� he asked, his voice uncertain like a child�s, asking her for an
�Yes, honey,� she said and caressed his cheek, her other arm wrapped around
Logan�s waist. �It seems like Logan, too, knows how to love more than one
Jean woke up with her arms around Scott�s as usual, but what was highly
unusual was that her back was leaning against Logan�s body. At first she
couldn�t quite understand what he was doing there, then she remembered the
night before and blushed. She couldn�t believe she had actually gone to him
like that. Scott was right, it was like selling them both as a bargain.
Embarrassed, she released herself from both of the men and went into the
bathroom to get herself ready. God, what would the others say if they found
out? You didn�t do something like that, you didn�t just get into bed with
two men at once, that was kinky. What if Logan hadn�t really been serious?
It would devastate Scott if he found out that Logan was just playing with
him. Or what if Logan was serious about Scott, but not about her? After all,
she had thrown himself at him like some cheap slut. Jean rubbed herself
frantically after the shower, movements showing her distress. It had been so
lovely last night, how could it have been so lovely when it was so *not
She went into the bedroom again, putting her clothes on. Scott and Logan
were now curled up by each other, making it hard to tell what bodyparts
belonged to what man. Scott was still not quite awake, but Logan watched her
with a humourous look in his eyes, as if he knew exactly what was going
through her messed up mind. It struck her that she wanted him to. She wanted
to be linked to him just as she was to Scott.
�Good morning, Red,� he told her, and winked at her a little. There was so
much love, and lust, and desire in his eyes she couldn�t think of this as
anything less than beautiful.
*Hey handsome,* she sent.
That startled him. �What was that?�
His thoughts went to the professor, the only time anyone had ever been
inside his head, and she sensed that he was on his guard, but also how he
found this immensely attractive.
*You do this with Scott?* he asked. He had noticed how close the two of
them seemed to be at times. Hell, it was one of the reasons he was so turned
on by them. As different as they were, they were a unity, tied together in
love and connection. That was damned sexy.
*All the time. We are linked together, share each other�s minds.* She
leaned down and stroked his cheek, gently. *I would like a link like that
with you, too.*
*Jesus, Red, do you have to ask?* He wouldn�t want anyone inside his mind,
making a bigger mess of it than it already was, but this was different. This
was Jean. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever met in his life, he
couldn�t have denied her anything. As scared and nervous this made him, he
wanted it badly. He released one arm from Scott�s body and took her hand,
kissing it. *I�d love to.* Then another thought entered his mind, one that
he hesitated to let forward.
Her face got troubled. *I�m afraid that�s not possible. Scott�s not a
telepath. I can send his thoughts to you, but you can�t talk to him
He was stunned that she had picked up that thought, then grinned at her. *I
guess I won�t be able to hide anything from you anymore.*
*Talk to Scott about it,* she replied, smiling. *He�ll teach you how to
shield your thoughts.*
Ororo watched Jean suspiciously. There was something about her friend that
was different. Not wrong, on the contrary, she seemed more happy than usual.
Still, for some reason, that happiness didn�t please Ororo. When Logan
passed by and Jean gave him a soft smile, everything suddenly made sense.
Jean was acting like a woman in love, like someone who had just had the love
night of her life and was still walking on clouds.
�I can�t believe this! You�re having an affair with Logan!�
Jean looked at Ororo as if she hadn�t seen her before. �What did you say?�
she asked politely.
�You have slept with Logan, haven�t you?� Ororo was beyond upset, and the
rain started rattling against the windows. She couldn�t believe Jean would
hurt Scott that badly. Sure, he was a bit stuck-up, but he was the leader,
he had to remain rational. How was he supposed to do that if his girlfriend
was sleeping around?
Jean gave her friend a sweet smile. �The answer is, of course, no comment.�
�This isn�t a joke! You have to tell Scott!�
�Tell me what?� Scott asked, entering the room. His face wasn�t his usual
expressionless calm, in fact, he had a rather dreamy smile on it.
�Scott,� Jean said, laying her arms around him and looking at him
seriously. �I have to tell you that I have been sleeping with Logan.�
He laughed a little and kissed her forehead. �Oh, have you?�
�Yes, Scott, I have.�
�Why, shame on you,� he said, but in his mind he continued: *Then I will
have to sleep with Logan too, I guess.*
A goofy grin came over his face. *Oh yeah. I forgot that.*
Ororo watched the cuddling couple. She didn�t know what the hell was going
The days went by, but they didn�t tell anyone about their discovery. It was
too precious to them, they didn�t want it destroyed. The professor might
have known of course, but if he did, he didn�t mention it.
Not much was said between them on the matter, not even in their thoughts,
but when night fell, Logan sneaked out of his room and went back to Scott�s
and Jean�s bedroom, lying down between two lovers who had almost fallen
asleep. This one night, though, he took his time.
�I was beginning to think you�d never come,� Jean mumbled, hugging him
�I didn�t know if I should,� he replied. �But I couldn�t stand being
alone.� Wanton sex wasn�t new to him, but that wasn�t what this was, and the
more he realized that, the more it scared him. Yet this lust, this more than
lust, was addictive, and he could no longer rest in his own room. He
hesitated, and what finally came out of his mouth sounded incredibly lame.
�I hope you guys still want me here?�
There was a small snicker coming from Scott. �Always,� he said, rubbing
Logan�s back softly.
�I never heard of anything like this,� Logan admitted. �Well... not that I
can remember anyway. I mean, yeah, people have sex in all kind of strange
ways, but it�s not supposed to mean anything, right? Not like this.�
Jean watched him closely, and her green eyes filled with tears. �I have
loved the two of you for so long, and I never thought... It was tearing me
apart that I couldn�t have you both.�
Logan held her more closely, instinctively. �I tore you apart, Jeannie? I�m
Scott rose from where he was lying and took Jean�s hands. �We don�t have to
feel like that anymore.�
She smiled at him, and then raised her hands to his face, taking away his
sleeping goggles. That told him her intentions more than any other touch.
Although his eyes were always covered at every other part of the day, his
face was always naked when they had sex. He opened the jacket of her pajamas
and put his mouth around her nipple, feeling it stiffen. Logan was stuck
between them and had to move to not be choked in their embrace. They
willingly gave more room to him, and he took the opportunity to get his hand
into Scott�s boxers.
The younger man let his mouth leave Jean�s breast for a moment. �Oh, God.�
�Move aside,� Logan told him in a commanding voice. �There�s no room for my
Scott did as he was told, and there was a choked moan coming from him when
Logan took that precious cock in his mouth, pressing it gently with his
tongue. He was still working on it when he became aware of Jean�s hands on
his back. *Wait for your turn* he sent, and she leaned back with a sigh.
*This isn�t fair. He was kissing me.*
*Sorry love, but I can�t stop now. He�s so damn tasty.*
*Yeah, I know.*
When Scott�s moaning had been replaced by a cry, Logan finally let go of
the cock and turned to Jean. *Sorry to have kept you waiting, Red,* he
thought, liking this method of communicating more every second. *I�ll make
it up to you now.*
Jean gave a pleased sound as Logan worked his way up along her thighs with
his tongue. She still had enough sense to give Scott a thought. *You don�t
mind if Logan and I have some fun on our own?*
*No,* he sent, exhausted. *I could use the rest anyway.*
Logan must have dozed off after his time with Jean, because suddenly Scott
was gone, along with his goggles. Logan sat up, looking at Jean. *Where�d he
*Outside.* She nodded at the balcony, and a sad look came upon her face.
*He�s thinking of Warren.*
The only reply he got from Jean clearly indicated that if he wanted to know
anything else, he should go to the source. He wrapped the bedspread around
him and went outside.
�You okay, Cyke?�
It took Scott a second to answer. �Yeah, I�m fine.� He smiled at Logan.
�You liked it with Jean?�
��Like� doesn�t cover it...� Logan embraced Scott, letting the bedspread
cover him as well. �You�re getting cold out here.�
When Scott didn�t answer, he continued: �You know, it took me a while to
realize I wanted you. I think the first hunch was that time in the Statue of
Liberty, when I saw you stuck to that wall. You and Jean together,
�Yeah. And I didn�t know which one would hurt to lose the most. Before
that, I don�t know, I was attracted to you, but I concentrated on Jean, I
guess.� He chuckled. �She�s some woman,� he said, knowing Scott wouldn�t
mind that he talked about Jean. �I think I fell in love with her the moment
I first met her. I grabbed on to her like that, and yet she wasn�t afraid of
me. Everyone I�ve met, and especially my lovers, have been afraid, if only
just a little, but she wasn�t. Even if I let my claws come out, I don�t
think she would even flinch.�
�I know,� Scott said quietly.
Logan looked at him. �Yeah, I guess you do. That�s part of what I�m talking
about. You and I, we�re not scared of each other, because we�re both the
same, we�re both lethal. But how does Jean know not to be scared?�
Scott shrugged inside the bedspread. �She�s Jean.� After a moment, he
continued: �It does make a world of difference. To have a lover that�s
afraid of you makes you afraid yourself. You�re constantly reminded that you
could hurt him, that all it takes is a look...�
�Him?� Logan asked. �Thinking of anyone in particular?�
He didn�t get an answer, and asked softly: �That Warren guy?�
Scott took a deep breath, almost like a sob, and then it all came out of
him, like a stream of words. �He was the first person I ever loved after my
powers surfaced. Maybe the first one I ever loved, period, I was just a kid
before then. And of course, I had started to notice Jean already, but she
was a goddess to me, she was out of reach. Warren wasn�t. I think he took
one look at me and decided he wanted me. God, he was like an angel. Not just
because of his wings, all over. And he loved me, and I loved him too. But he
never stopped to think of what I was, to think... about the beams. Not until
he saw what I could do, what I *would* do if things went wrong. You�ve seen
�Yeah,� Logan said, thinking of a destroyed train station.
�And after that... he was afraid even to touch my head, afraid that the
glasses would come off and that I�d kill him. It wasn�t really his fault, I
mean, it was a definite possibility, but still, when Jean finally realized I
existed, he never really stood a chance.� Scott�s voice faded away. �I loved
him,� he whispered, �but she made love to me without fear, without safety
net, and my love for her won.�
�Nothing wrong with that,� Logan said.
Scott grimaced, and Logan knew he had said the wrong thing. If you really
love somebody, leaving them never feels like the right thing to do.
Logan got the first idea what it really meant to be loved by these people.
As far as he could tell, for all the people had had slept with, true love
had escaped him somehow. He had been incredibly jealous of Scott�s and
Jean�s larger than life relationship, but even when Jean had come to him the
night before, he had never thought that intense passion could actually come
to include him.
Soft feet came up on them from behind. �You�re keeping me in there alone
They both pulled Jean close, included her in their embrace, and Logan
buried his nose in her neck. Then he felt her stiffen.
*What?* he asked.
She was looking down, and he looked down too. At the ground, there was a
small shadow, staring up at them. It was too dark to tell who it was, but
Jean�s thoughts told the others it was Katherine Pryde. She had been out of
town and was supposed to return late. They knew that, but they had
*There will be talk,* Scott thought, worried.
*Let them talk!* Jean�s thoughts were fierce, but Scott shook his head.
�Come on,� he said. �We should probably go back inside.�
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